{bangtan; taehyung/jeongguk} i love to get on (i love to)
i love to get on (i love to)
taehyung/jeongguk // nc-17 // ~5k // graphic sex
Taehyung goes away on competition and misses Jeongguk more than expected. When he comes home, he's got a treat waiting for him. Inspired by this.
"Sorry, sorry," Jeongguk says, and Taehyung can see him walking back and forth in their dimly lit bedroom, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. "Our networking mixer ran long and I didn't get back until now."
"Well, you're here now," Taehyung says happily. He doesn't doubt that Jeongguk flung himself at his computer and started up Skype first thing - his boyfriend didn't even bother changing out of his suit before getting the video chat up, and now Taehyung gets to see bae earlier while he's taking his clothes off. Win win.
Jeongguk tosses aside his dress shirt, having undone all of the buttons with the kind of speed and ease that comes with routine. He pauses in his next pass across the room to bend down in front of the webcam, his smile soft in a way Taehyung knows is just for him. "Someone looks comfortable," he says, even as Taehyung admires the muscles of his broad shoulders, his pecs. He's still got his tie looped loosely around his neck, and Taehyung wishes he were home to help undo it for him between welcome home kisses.
"I'm very comfortable. I'm considering stealing these hotel pillows to bring home because it's like being hugged by a cloud," Taehyung tells him seriously. "They're very nice, Jeongguk."
"I'll take your word for it," Jeongguk says, laughing, and Taehyung craves it so bad, the sound of it in his ears and the taste of it on his mouth. It's been a tough past few days, his contact with Jeongguk limited to these webcam sessions over Skype while they wind down after long days on both ends. The couple hours of time zone difference don't help, either; by the time Jeongguk gets online, Taehyung's starting to nod off while waiting for him to call, especially after a grueling day of practice.
Second semester of sophomore year marks the time when Jimin approached Taehyung and asked if he'd be down to audition for the competitive dance team he - and for a time in freshman year, Jeongguk, before he rushed for his business frat - was a part of. "Me? Dance competitively?" Taehyung replied incredulously, looking into Jimin's face like he was waiting for Jimin to start laughing.
"Not a joke," Jimin said, sprawling across Taehyung's legs. "Our choreographer has been watching you at the recent workshops, you know. Says you're one of the most fluid dancers he's ever seen, and, believe me, Howon's seen a lot of dancers."
"Howon said that?" Taehyung said. He had reached the conclusion the week before that Howon suffered from a pretty serious case of RBF, which would've probably been more mild if his co-instructor and fellow director Dongwoo wasn't walking sunshine, bright enough to rival Jimin and Jimin's dancer friend Hoseok. (And, Jeongguk pointed out when Taehyung presented his theory to him, Taehyung himself. Much blushing and kissing had ensued.) The RBF and this new piece of information from Jimin meant that Howon didn't actually hate Taehyung, like Taehyung had first worried at his first dance workshops.
Jimin nodded eagerly. "You know Howon doesn't compliment people lightly. C'mon, give it a shot? Auditions are in a week and a half, so if you wanna practice, you know I'm free."
"I have to think about it," Taehyung said, turning towards his textbook with his mind whirling, but they'd both known his decision was already as good as made. Still, Jimin gave him his space, and positively exploded with excitement when Taehyung had texted him asking to run through some dances with him. He hadn't danced perfectly at auditions, but clearly the leadership board had seen something in him and he'd gotten a call from Dongwoo a few days after.
Taehyung doesn't recall working so hard at something before in his university career thus far, but he loves it - the burn in his muscles after a particularly intensive workshop, hanging out with Jimin and Hoseok in the downtime between run-throughs and cleaning of their competitive pieces, and getting to know the upperclassmen and baby freshmen alike. It's a community of people who love to dance and Taehyung - despite his low stamina, at first - finds himself coming back again and again for these people. For the way his heart practically bursts with pride when Jimin leads a workshop for the first time. For the post-practice hangouts, for the coffee Jongup smuggles into the library for him when he's buried in practice tests during midterms season. If anyone asked Taehyung in high school whether he'd be on a competitive dance team, he would've cracked up in their face, but here he is.
The only downside is that it takes away from his personal time, especially his time with Jeongguk. This time around, it's not Jeongguk who's MIA - he's actually more free nowadays as an active brother of AKPsi, no longer a lowly pledge, even though he'd been interviewed and selected as Professional Director this semester. He's patient, though, ushering Taehyung to bed when he falls asleep over his essay one too many times, and Taehyung doesn't know if he could survive through those nonstop weeks of preparing for competitive season without Jeongguk's massages and cuddles to get him by.
And the hardest part is this - being apart while Taehyung's with the team on competition. They call or video chat every day, but Taehyung settles into bed after hanging up and finds himself missing the warmth of Jeongguk's body next to his. He's gotten spoiled these past two years, living together, coming home to Jeongguk or knowing he'll be home in a couple hours.
Spoiled, looking at that bare chest and knowing Jeongguk's skin is always within his reach. When he looks at Jeongguk now, as a slightly blurry rendition of his boyfriend on his computer screen deftly undoes the knot on his tie while he waits for Taehyung to speak again, Taehyung aches so badly to touch he could scream with it. "I miss you," he says suddenly, and Jeongguk's head snaps up at the sound of Taehyung's voice.
"I miss you, too," Jeongguk says quietly, holding Taehyung's gaze. They've exchanged enough small talk over the past few days, asking about Taehyung's upcoming rounds of competition and Jeongguk's professional projects and internship hunt for the summer, to fill a book. Taehyung wants to press himself to Jeongguk's side and take in his body heat, the rise and fall of his breaths. He'd trade away all the hotel pillows in the world for one Jeongguk.
"I - I just," Taehyung says in frustration, cuts himself off with a sigh. He glances at Jimin, who's fast asleep in the other bed in the hotel room they're sharing. "Don't get me wrong, I love the team and being onstage with them. I just. Want to go home, kind of."
Jeongguk pillows his cheek on his folded arms, looking up at Taehyung. "I know. I want you home," he mumbles, and if not for the look in his eyes, Taehyung would be doubting his own ears. But it's real, and Jeongguk's been actually properly texting him these days, checking in and wishing him luck before he competes. Jeon Jeongguk, the world's worst texter, sending him text messages every day. Jimin flat-out didn't believe it until Taehyung showed him their conversation (but only the appropriate parts).
Taehyung heaves another sigh, but manages to lift the corners of his lips in a smile when Jeongguk peers up. "Two more days," he says, his internal mantra of the day. "Then one, then I'll be back home and it'll be like I never left."
"Well, you definitely left," Jeongguk says, but he's sitting up, setting his skinny black tie aside. "But you'll be back soon and that's what matters. Meanwhile, I need to get out of these slacks and go to bed. Early day tomorrow helping the pledge facilitators."
"Ooh, future pledgemaster?" Taehyung teases; he knows the president has been not-so-subtly nudging Jeongguk towards the position for the coming fall, and the idea of Jeongguk overseeing little pledges is too cute. Taehyung knows Jeongguk will give his future pledges the same warmth and care Jeongguk's given his pbrothers and sisters as pledge captain, and that's one of many sides of Jeongguk Taehyung adores. Even when Halla drunk calls Jeongguk demanding he give her and Jaein a ride to her boyfriend's place - she's got her own man for that!
Jeongguk gives him a watch it look but doesn't object, which has Taehyung guessing he actually wouldn't mind too much if he got the position. He leaves the stream on as he gets ready for bed, which Taehyung highly appreciates for the view of Jeongguk's ass he gets when his boyfriend is taking off his pants. He walks out of frame for a moment and Taehyung can faintly hear the sounds of the water running in their bathroom, and dozes a bit until he hears Jeongguk sit back down in front of his laptop, wearing only his boxers, bangs wet from washing his face.
"I'm going to bed now," Jeongguk says, but he doesn't budge, just looking at him as Taehyung rouses himself, rubbing at an eye to bring Jeongguk back into focus.
"Okay," Taehyung says. But he's not hanging up the video call either, not with a long day of competition ahead of him. He might not have a chance to call before he tips into bed and knocks out, so Taehyung wants to make this last.
He never thought he'd be part of one of those couples who would have trouble hanging up on calls. You hang up, no you, and all that. But looking at Jeongguk now, his sleepy smile in the low light, Taehyung thinks he understands.
When he moves his mouse to hover over the red "End" button, Jeongguk yawns and cocks his head to the side. "Good luck tomorrow, Taehyungie," he says, and Taehyung wants more than ever to kiss the tears from yawning away from the corners of Jeongguk's eyes.
"Thanks, baby," Taehyung says softly, and hangs up the call before they can look at each other without speaking for too much longer.
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Taehyung's team wins third place overall, second place for best theme. It's pretty damn amazing for a team as young as theirs, founded only two years ago, and Taehyung lets the high of placing in the Top 3 carry him up into the good mood that night, when the entire team crowds into Howon and Dongwoo's room and celebrates with shots and loud music. Jimin sits giggling in Hoseok's lap after only two, but he takes a third one with everyone else to celebrate their big award. Through the giddy haze, Taehyung notices Howon keeping a careful eye on Jimin and Dongwoo - the two one-shot wonders of the team - so he's sure they'll be fine.
Dongwoo plows into him with a hug and friendly butt grope, which always used to make Taehyung jump but now everyone on the team is used to it when it comes to their artistic director's wandering hand. The younger team members have a theory that he doesn't even realize where his hand is going anymore. "Taehyung! You did so great up there today!" he yells, and Taehyung laughs and hugs back. Dongwoo always gets extra touchy when he's tipsy, crawling across people's laps and clinging onto Howon's back.
"You were amazing as always," Taehyung tells him, because they call him fluid but Dongwoo puts everyone else to shame with his artful, smooth movements, like water. Dongwoo laughs and shakes his head at the praise, ruffling Taehyung's hair before wobbling off to fling himself into Minwoo's arms.
There's a group playing King's Cup on the ground behind Howon's bed and a haphazard game of Rage Cage on the desk, where Jimin keeps getting caged in despite his best efforts, pulling faces every time he has to down the beer. Taehyung makes his way to the King's Cup circle and sees they couldn't find any clean cups, so instead they emptied the ice out of its bucket and poured an unidentifiable mixture of alcohol into the ice bucket instead.
"Taehyung, join us!" Junhong, one of the freshmen and Jongup's friend, says cheerfully, dragging Taehyung down to sit next to him and practically sloshing the contents of his red Solo cup into Taehyung's shirt.
"That," Taehyung says solemnly as he sits down properly, "is a huge bucket."
"It's only filled halfway and we decided whoever pulls the last King gets to pick a friend to help drink it," Hoseok tells him with too much relish. "Though I can't say anything about what's inside of it."
Taehyung lives for high stakes, though, so he gives in to the pleas for him to stay and play with them, rubbing it in when he pulls a Jack and makes everyone speak in British accents until someone else decides to make a new rule about it. "I can't think of another goddamn sex position," Junhong says as loftily as he can at the end of Categories. "You guys took them all."
"Not our fault you're not adventurous enough in the bedroom!" Youngmin cackles, and swears when he has to drink too because he forgot his British accent.
In the end, poor Junhong gets the king's, er, bucket, which he wisely ropes Jongup into drinking with him, seeing as Jongup is a time-tested heavyweight and not quite as prone to hangover headaches as his friend. Taehyung drifts off to drink some beer on Jimin's behalf, letting Jimin lean against him and rest his head on Taehyung's shoulder when it's not his turn, but eventually Howon is ushering tomorrow's drivers and a few of the lightweight and especially drunk ones back to their respective hotel rooms. He gives Jimin a look and leaves him with Taehyung, thankfully, because Taehyung doesn't want to go back to his room yet.
Thankfully, Jimin crashes next to Dongwoo in Dongwoo's bed, the two of them sleeping soundly as the party continues at a muted volume. Some of them go outside onto the balcony, Taehyung among them as he sits back against the balcony railing and letting the cool night breeze wash over his face. It feels nice, and carries the scent of cigarette smoke away before it can linger too long.
howd it go?
He's got a text from Jeongguk that he missed earlier, when the party was at full throttle, and he fumbles and almost drops his phone in his haste to reply to Jeongguk now. good!!!!! we won 3rd overall!!!!!!!
Jeongguk replies fast, as if he was waiting next to his phone all this time for Taehyung's reply; the thought has Taehyung's chest tightening. proud of you
yaaay, and 2nd for theme, Taehyung replies with a generous amount of hearts, then hesitates. Continues typing. do i get a reward?
He holds his breath until he sees the grey speech bubble pop up to signify Jeongguk is typing his reply. you want one?
yes, Taehyung sends back, his heart beating somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. A couple of his teammates finish smoking and go back inside and he barely pays attention, looking up just long enough to flash them a quick grin. He feels alert all of a sudden, even though he's definitely had much more to drink tonight than he usually does at kickbacks with the team.
we'll see when you get back. tomorrow night?
tomorrow night!!! probably late though, Taehyung replies, even though he's kind of getting the feeling Jeongguk is making him say these things for the sake of saying them, they've gone over this plenty of times. you dont have to stay uppp
i'll be up.
Taehyung's fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitating, but his phone chimes again mutedly.
can't wait to get my hands on you
His cheeks burn, and whatever relief the night brought is quickly swept away by the flush rushing through Taehyung's body when he sees Jeongguk's next message. me too, he sends, and then, with a boldness that definitely has to do with the alcohol, i cant wait to get you into our bed
me too babe, Jeongguk sends back almost immediately. and kiss you everywhere. on your mouth and your neck and your chest
just up there? Taehyung responds, feeling like his face might burst into flames any minute. He hopes with every cell of his being that no one steps outside right now.
where else do you want them?
dont make me say ittt
okay. promise to show me tomorrow instead? i'll kiss you wherever you want.
Taehyung draws his legs together and pulls them in, half to hide the beginnings of a boner and half to rest his forehead on his knees and resist the urge to scream. They've had sex so many times but he's still blushing furiously when Jeongguk seems to initiate sexting. Or at least flirting in anticipation for tomorrow. yeah, he finally replies. tomorrow
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For the drive back home, Taehyung and Jimin are in Hyunsik's car, Minhyuk calling shotgun. Jimin knocks out for hours with his head on Taehyung's shoulder, drooling a little, and Taehyung passes the time by texting Jeongguk - nothing inappropriate this time around - whenever there's signal and dozing with his head against the top of Jimin's. In the gaps when he's awake, Taehyung pitches in what he can to Minhyuk's conversation with Jaejun, another one of the newbies and the last guy in their car.
Hyunsik drives steadily, and his turns are smooth and don't jostle Jimin awake. Which is more than can be said for some of the upperclassmen on the team, who Taehyung can attest firsthand that they drive like fiends. Besides a couple pit stops and grabbing burgers for lunch with the entire team, he passes the hours by on the highways, even when Minhyuk, designated navigator, accidentally falls asleep, too.
By the time Taehyung wakes for the last time during the drive, they're pulling into town, Hyunsik slowing to a stop next to Seokjin's apartment complex. "Maybe you can help him up?" Hyunsik recommends with a sympathetic smile as Jimin jerks upright, whining at his hangover.
"I got it," Taehyung says, hopping out to grab Jimin's duffle bag from the trunk while Jimin gets out, blinking and looking lost. He's practically drowning in the fabric of Seokjin's sweater, the ends of the sleeves at his fingertips, but he rouses himself enough to get his keys out as they take the elevator up to the right floor.
Seokjin beats them to the door before Jimin can figure out how to unlock it. "Welcome home," he says, bundling Jimin into his arms, and Jimin practically lights up even as hungover and sleepy as he is. "Heard you guys coming down the hall."
"I'll leave him in your capable hands then," Taehyung says cheerfully, and makes a run for it before Seokjin and Jimin start making out over the threshold.
Hyunsik drops Jaejun off at the dorms next before heading to Taehyung and Jeongguk's flat, and Taehyung texts Jeongguk to give him a heads up. Jeongguk's only reply is a kk of acknowledgment that he saw Taehyung's message, but Taehyung isn't too worried. The distance between them is shrinking by the minute.
He's almost vibrating with anticipation and excitement when his apartment complex comes into view, and Minhyuk laughs a little as Taehyung flings himself out of the car, grabbing his bag and yelling thanks to Hyunsik for the ride. Taehyung skips the elevator and hurls himself up the stairs, forcing himself to tiptoe down the hall because it's past two in the morning and some people want to sleep.
Jeongguk, evidently, doesn't, because he doesn't even let Taehyung take his shoes off before he's pressing Taehyung back against the front door he just closed and kissing him hard.
"Hey, you," Taehyung says, laughing against Jeongguk's mouth and closing his eyes as Jeongguk curls his arms around him tightly and kisses him again. "Not even a hello or a welcome home?"
"Hello," Jeongguk says roughly, and kisses Taehyung square on the lips yet again. "Welcome home." He brushes his lips across Taehyung's forehead, his cheekbones, the corners of his mouth and even one on the mole on Taehyung's nose. "I missed you."
"Missed you too, so much," Taehyung sighs and rests his face in the dip between Jeongguk's neck and shoulder. It feels good, to relearn the way their bodies fit so right together. Jeongguk is already dressed for bed, in a tank top and sweatpants Taehyung knows he'll shed right before he gets into bed, and he feels so warm and lovely against Taehyung's body that Taehyung's dying to get reacquainted with that feeling more.
When he nudges Jeongguk backwards, in the direction of the hallway to their bedroom, Jeongguk makes a noise of disagreement but lets go of Taehyung except for his hand. He takes Taehyung's bag in his other hand and holds him steady as Taehyung gets his shoes off, wobbling a little. There's something so domestic sweet about it, holding hands on the way to bed, but Taehyung can't get enough of it, pouting even as he's the one to release Jeongguk's hand first. Jeongguk kisses his sulky mouth before Taehyung even registers him leaning in again.
"You kissy monster," Taehyung says and nudges Jeongguk with a shoulder, the smile spreading across his face taking any bite out of his words.
"Just doing what I said I would be doing," Jeongguk shrugs. He gets into bed first, though, taking off his sweatpants just like Taehyung predicted and tossing them into a nearby chair before he sits back and watches Taehyung get undressed. It's his turn this time to watch as Taehyung strips off his day clothes, goes into the bathroom to wash up after hours cooped up in a car. When he's finished, he matches Jeongguk - tank top and boxers.
Taehyung steps up to the side of the bed and yelps in surprise when Jeongguk throws his arms around his waist suddenly and heaves him in, Taehyung sprawling across Jeongguk's body. He pulls him under the blankets and they laugh breathlessly for a moment, exhilarated simply at being together again, skin to skin. Close enough to touch and kiss, which Jeongguk can't seem to stop doing, just like he promised.
"So where did you want me to put my mouth next?" Jeongguk asks, teasing, as he lifts said sinful mouth away from a fresh hickey he just sucked on the column of Taehyung's neck.
"Lower," Taehyung whines, wiggling his hips against Jeongguk's body so he'll get the hint. There's no time to be shy about what he wants now that Jeongguk is finally, finally here.
Jeongguk presses a smirk to Taehyung's lips and flips them over, Taehyung sitting back against their pillows - not hotel standard but so comfortable, with their warmth - as Jeongguk disappears under the blankets, pushing Taehyung's tank top out of the way as he presses kisses down Taehyung's chest and stomach. He doesn't protest when Taehyung shoves the blankets out of the way so he can see properly.
"Shirt, off," Jeongguk says, fingers flirting with the waistband of Taehyung's boxers. When Taehyung hastens to obey, Jeongguk makes a soft noise of approval and presses his lips to the spot of wetness at the head of Taehyung's cock, his erection all too obvious. "Good."
The sound of a compliment in Jeongguk's mouth has Taehyung leaking more pre-come into the fabric of his boxers. It sounds so good in his ears, he can't get enough of it. "Jeongguk," he moans, the word caught in his throat, slinking through his lips.
"I told you I'd give you something for doing so well at your competition, didn't I?" Jeongguk asks, mouthing along the length of Taehyung's cock, still through his boxers.
Taehyung tries his best not to squirm. As nice as it is for Jeongguk to pin him down with those strong hands, Taehyung knows that Jeongguk's praise will feel even better if Taehyung is good for him. So good. "You did," he breathes.
"Mmm, that's right," Jeongguk says. He doesn't tease too long, perhaps merciful because of all the time they've spent apart, and Taehyung lifts his hips enough for Jeongguk to ease his boxers down to his knees, crying out when Jeongguk puts his mouth on his cock.
It's been too long, it's really been too long since Taehyung felt anything besides his own hand in the hotel shower, imagining Jeongguk there with him. The inside of Jeongguk's mouth is hot and wet and perfect, dipping lower on him each time Jeongguk takes him in deep, working the moans out of Taehyung's throat with an ease that's practically effortless. It feels so good Taehyung relinquishes any façade of control he has left, whimpering when Jeongguk lets Taehyung's cock slip from his mouth to catch his breath.
"Feel good?" Jeongguk asks, the grain of his gorgeous voice rough. His eyes are so dark as he looks up at Taehyung, settled between his spread thighs.
"Yes," Taehyung says weakly. "Really good."
He reaches out and draws his fingers through Jeongguk's hair - soft, like he showered earlier today, most likely while waiting for Taehyung to come home for the night - and his breath catches when Jeongguk leans into the touch for a moment, eyes fluttering shut. The affection swelling in Taehyung's chest threatens to choke him, looking at Jeongguk like this, the world around them slowing to a stop. The sun could come back out, hours early, and Taehyung wouldn't have been able to pull himself away.
Taehyung takes his hand back, Jeongguk opening his eyes again and tilting his face up for a quick kiss before returning to the matter at hand. Or rather, at mouth, sensual as ever. His hands do come up this time to pin Taehyung's restless hips to the mattress, which is probably for the best when Jeongguk takes him deeper, Taehyung's cock sliding down his throat. "Fuck, Jeongguk, I can't - you - " Taehyung groans out desperately.
Jeongguk only moans in response, Taehyung straining against Jeongguk's hands at how good the vibrations feel. The pleasure builds and builds, Taehyung becoming increasingly noisy, until he's finally coming with a sob, entire body shaking with the tremors.
"Don't - I can't," he whimpers, oversensitive, when Jeongguk pulls back and tongues at the head; Jeongguk swallowed every drop, milks another before Taehyung whines in complaint. Taehyung settles back on his elbows and catches his breath, watching as Jeongguk presses kisses to the insides of Taehyung's thighs, one to his knee.
"How's that for a reward?" Jeongguk asks, leaning his cheek against Taehyung's leg.
Taehyung feels like he could purr, he's so pleased. "So good. Perfect," he says. "Come here and I'll give you a good one, too."
"Uh," Jeongguk says, and looks away, but not before Taehyung catches sight of the flush beginning to spread across his face, high on his cheeks. "You - you don't have to."
"What do you mean I don't have to," Taehyung says, tugging Jeongguk up towards him even though his boyfriend resolutely won't meet his eyes. Jeongguk's hips jerk forward hard when Taehyung reaches down to palm his cock, hand meeting a thick dampness that can only mean one thing. "Oh, my god. Babe."
"Don't you dare say anything," Jeongguk says tensely, his still roughed up voice tight with obvious embarrassment. Taehyung doesn't have to - the evidence is there. In Jeongguk's boxers.
"But it's so hot," Taehyung says pleadingly, completely honest. He pulls Jeongguk in for more kisses, pleased as punch that Jeongguk was so aroused by getting Taehyung off that he came, too, even if Jeongguk won't let him say it out loud. At some begging on Taehyung's part, they grind their hips together a little and moan into each other's mouths, shivering, at the overstimulation before Jeongguk persuades Taehyung to let him out of bed so he can change into a new pair of underwear.
When he comes back to bed, his face is hot with the force of his blushing. "I'm telling you, it's hot," Taehyung insists, even as Jeongguk grumbles and tries to shut him up by keeping his mouth busy.
"It's so embarrassing," Jeongguk complains. "Please stop talking about it. Put it out of your mind forever, I swear I'll redeem myself."
"There's nothing to redeem yourself for," Taehyung says even as Jeongguk groans. "But if you insist, I don't have class until the afternoon tomorrow and won't mind being woken before noon if it means sexy times."
He giggles as Jeongguk growls and drops on top of him, pressing him down into the bed. Their noses bump and Jeongguk slants his face to kiss Taehyung again, deeply, intensely enough that Taehyung wishes he could banish his refractory period out of existence. "That can be arranged," Jeongguk says seriously.
"Mmm, perfect," Taehyung says and kisses Jeongguk again. Under the covers, which Jeongguk drew up over their bodies again when he came back to bed, he tangles their legs together and snuggles up against Jeongguk's chest. To his surprise and delight, Jeongguk got rid of the tank top, too, and his skin is warm to the touch. "Sex aside, I really missed this."
Jeongguk hums his agreement, pressing his face to Taehyung's hair. His arms tighten around Taehyung just enough for Taehyung to feel it, feel safe. "I know." Me too.
Curled up together, in each other's arms. The beds in hotels are amazingly comfortable but there's no place Taehyung would rather be besides this one right here.
taehyung/jeongguk // nc-17 // ~5k // graphic sex
Taehyung goes away on competition and misses Jeongguk more than expected. When he comes home, he's got a treat waiting for him. Inspired by this.
"Sorry, sorry," Jeongguk says, and Taehyung can see him walking back and forth in their dimly lit bedroom, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. "Our networking mixer ran long and I didn't get back until now."
"Well, you're here now," Taehyung says happily. He doesn't doubt that Jeongguk flung himself at his computer and started up Skype first thing - his boyfriend didn't even bother changing out of his suit before getting the video chat up, and now Taehyung gets to see bae earlier while he's taking his clothes off. Win win.
Jeongguk tosses aside his dress shirt, having undone all of the buttons with the kind of speed and ease that comes with routine. He pauses in his next pass across the room to bend down in front of the webcam, his smile soft in a way Taehyung knows is just for him. "Someone looks comfortable," he says, even as Taehyung admires the muscles of his broad shoulders, his pecs. He's still got his tie looped loosely around his neck, and Taehyung wishes he were home to help undo it for him between welcome home kisses.
"I'm very comfortable. I'm considering stealing these hotel pillows to bring home because it's like being hugged by a cloud," Taehyung tells him seriously. "They're very nice, Jeongguk."
"I'll take your word for it," Jeongguk says, laughing, and Taehyung craves it so bad, the sound of it in his ears and the taste of it on his mouth. It's been a tough past few days, his contact with Jeongguk limited to these webcam sessions over Skype while they wind down after long days on both ends. The couple hours of time zone difference don't help, either; by the time Jeongguk gets online, Taehyung's starting to nod off while waiting for him to call, especially after a grueling day of practice.
Second semester of sophomore year marks the time when Jimin approached Taehyung and asked if he'd be down to audition for the competitive dance team he - and for a time in freshman year, Jeongguk, before he rushed for his business frat - was a part of. "Me? Dance competitively?" Taehyung replied incredulously, looking into Jimin's face like he was waiting for Jimin to start laughing.
"Not a joke," Jimin said, sprawling across Taehyung's legs. "Our choreographer has been watching you at the recent workshops, you know. Says you're one of the most fluid dancers he's ever seen, and, believe me, Howon's seen a lot of dancers."
"Howon said that?" Taehyung said. He had reached the conclusion the week before that Howon suffered from a pretty serious case of RBF, which would've probably been more mild if his co-instructor and fellow director Dongwoo wasn't walking sunshine, bright enough to rival Jimin and Jimin's dancer friend Hoseok. (And, Jeongguk pointed out when Taehyung presented his theory to him, Taehyung himself. Much blushing and kissing had ensued.) The RBF and this new piece of information from Jimin meant that Howon didn't actually hate Taehyung, like Taehyung had first worried at his first dance workshops.
Jimin nodded eagerly. "You know Howon doesn't compliment people lightly. C'mon, give it a shot? Auditions are in a week and a half, so if you wanna practice, you know I'm free."
"I have to think about it," Taehyung said, turning towards his textbook with his mind whirling, but they'd both known his decision was already as good as made. Still, Jimin gave him his space, and positively exploded with excitement when Taehyung had texted him asking to run through some dances with him. He hadn't danced perfectly at auditions, but clearly the leadership board had seen something in him and he'd gotten a call from Dongwoo a few days after.
Taehyung doesn't recall working so hard at something before in his university career thus far, but he loves it - the burn in his muscles after a particularly intensive workshop, hanging out with Jimin and Hoseok in the downtime between run-throughs and cleaning of their competitive pieces, and getting to know the upperclassmen and baby freshmen alike. It's a community of people who love to dance and Taehyung - despite his low stamina, at first - finds himself coming back again and again for these people. For the way his heart practically bursts with pride when Jimin leads a workshop for the first time. For the post-practice hangouts, for the coffee Jongup smuggles into the library for him when he's buried in practice tests during midterms season. If anyone asked Taehyung in high school whether he'd be on a competitive dance team, he would've cracked up in their face, but here he is.
The only downside is that it takes away from his personal time, especially his time with Jeongguk. This time around, it's not Jeongguk who's MIA - he's actually more free nowadays as an active brother of AKPsi, no longer a lowly pledge, even though he'd been interviewed and selected as Professional Director this semester. He's patient, though, ushering Taehyung to bed when he falls asleep over his essay one too many times, and Taehyung doesn't know if he could survive through those nonstop weeks of preparing for competitive season without Jeongguk's massages and cuddles to get him by.
And the hardest part is this - being apart while Taehyung's with the team on competition. They call or video chat every day, but Taehyung settles into bed after hanging up and finds himself missing the warmth of Jeongguk's body next to his. He's gotten spoiled these past two years, living together, coming home to Jeongguk or knowing he'll be home in a couple hours.
Spoiled, looking at that bare chest and knowing Jeongguk's skin is always within his reach. When he looks at Jeongguk now, as a slightly blurry rendition of his boyfriend on his computer screen deftly undoes the knot on his tie while he waits for Taehyung to speak again, Taehyung aches so badly to touch he could scream with it. "I miss you," he says suddenly, and Jeongguk's head snaps up at the sound of Taehyung's voice.
"I miss you, too," Jeongguk says quietly, holding Taehyung's gaze. They've exchanged enough small talk over the past few days, asking about Taehyung's upcoming rounds of competition and Jeongguk's professional projects and internship hunt for the summer, to fill a book. Taehyung wants to press himself to Jeongguk's side and take in his body heat, the rise and fall of his breaths. He'd trade away all the hotel pillows in the world for one Jeongguk.
"I - I just," Taehyung says in frustration, cuts himself off with a sigh. He glances at Jimin, who's fast asleep in the other bed in the hotel room they're sharing. "Don't get me wrong, I love the team and being onstage with them. I just. Want to go home, kind of."
Jeongguk pillows his cheek on his folded arms, looking up at Taehyung. "I know. I want you home," he mumbles, and if not for the look in his eyes, Taehyung would be doubting his own ears. But it's real, and Jeongguk's been actually properly texting him these days, checking in and wishing him luck before he competes. Jeon Jeongguk, the world's worst texter, sending him text messages every day. Jimin flat-out didn't believe it until Taehyung showed him their conversation (but only the appropriate parts).
Taehyung heaves another sigh, but manages to lift the corners of his lips in a smile when Jeongguk peers up. "Two more days," he says, his internal mantra of the day. "Then one, then I'll be back home and it'll be like I never left."
"Well, you definitely left," Jeongguk says, but he's sitting up, setting his skinny black tie aside. "But you'll be back soon and that's what matters. Meanwhile, I need to get out of these slacks and go to bed. Early day tomorrow helping the pledge facilitators."
"Ooh, future pledgemaster?" Taehyung teases; he knows the president has been not-so-subtly nudging Jeongguk towards the position for the coming fall, and the idea of Jeongguk overseeing little pledges is too cute. Taehyung knows Jeongguk will give his future pledges the same warmth and care Jeongguk's given his pbrothers and sisters as pledge captain, and that's one of many sides of Jeongguk Taehyung adores. Even when Halla drunk calls Jeongguk demanding he give her and Jaein a ride to her boyfriend's place - she's got her own man for that!
Jeongguk gives him a watch it look but doesn't object, which has Taehyung guessing he actually wouldn't mind too much if he got the position. He leaves the stream on as he gets ready for bed, which Taehyung highly appreciates for the view of Jeongguk's ass he gets when his boyfriend is taking off his pants. He walks out of frame for a moment and Taehyung can faintly hear the sounds of the water running in their bathroom, and dozes a bit until he hears Jeongguk sit back down in front of his laptop, wearing only his boxers, bangs wet from washing his face.
"I'm going to bed now," Jeongguk says, but he doesn't budge, just looking at him as Taehyung rouses himself, rubbing at an eye to bring Jeongguk back into focus.
"Okay," Taehyung says. But he's not hanging up the video call either, not with a long day of competition ahead of him. He might not have a chance to call before he tips into bed and knocks out, so Taehyung wants to make this last.
He never thought he'd be part of one of those couples who would have trouble hanging up on calls. You hang up, no you, and all that. But looking at Jeongguk now, his sleepy smile in the low light, Taehyung thinks he understands.
When he moves his mouse to hover over the red "End" button, Jeongguk yawns and cocks his head to the side. "Good luck tomorrow, Taehyungie," he says, and Taehyung wants more than ever to kiss the tears from yawning away from the corners of Jeongguk's eyes.
"Thanks, baby," Taehyung says softly, and hangs up the call before they can look at each other without speaking for too much longer.
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Taehyung's team wins third place overall, second place for best theme. It's pretty damn amazing for a team as young as theirs, founded only two years ago, and Taehyung lets the high of placing in the Top 3 carry him up into the good mood that night, when the entire team crowds into Howon and Dongwoo's room and celebrates with shots and loud music. Jimin sits giggling in Hoseok's lap after only two, but he takes a third one with everyone else to celebrate their big award. Through the giddy haze, Taehyung notices Howon keeping a careful eye on Jimin and Dongwoo - the two one-shot wonders of the team - so he's sure they'll be fine.
Dongwoo plows into him with a hug and friendly butt grope, which always used to make Taehyung jump but now everyone on the team is used to it when it comes to their artistic director's wandering hand. The younger team members have a theory that he doesn't even realize where his hand is going anymore. "Taehyung! You did so great up there today!" he yells, and Taehyung laughs and hugs back. Dongwoo always gets extra touchy when he's tipsy, crawling across people's laps and clinging onto Howon's back.
"You were amazing as always," Taehyung tells him, because they call him fluid but Dongwoo puts everyone else to shame with his artful, smooth movements, like water. Dongwoo laughs and shakes his head at the praise, ruffling Taehyung's hair before wobbling off to fling himself into Minwoo's arms.
There's a group playing King's Cup on the ground behind Howon's bed and a haphazard game of Rage Cage on the desk, where Jimin keeps getting caged in despite his best efforts, pulling faces every time he has to down the beer. Taehyung makes his way to the King's Cup circle and sees they couldn't find any clean cups, so instead they emptied the ice out of its bucket and poured an unidentifiable mixture of alcohol into the ice bucket instead.
"Taehyung, join us!" Junhong, one of the freshmen and Jongup's friend, says cheerfully, dragging Taehyung down to sit next to him and practically sloshing the contents of his red Solo cup into Taehyung's shirt.
"That," Taehyung says solemnly as he sits down properly, "is a huge bucket."
"It's only filled halfway and we decided whoever pulls the last King gets to pick a friend to help drink it," Hoseok tells him with too much relish. "Though I can't say anything about what's inside of it."
Taehyung lives for high stakes, though, so he gives in to the pleas for him to stay and play with them, rubbing it in when he pulls a Jack and makes everyone speak in British accents until someone else decides to make a new rule about it. "I can't think of another goddamn sex position," Junhong says as loftily as he can at the end of Categories. "You guys took them all."
"Not our fault you're not adventurous enough in the bedroom!" Youngmin cackles, and swears when he has to drink too because he forgot his British accent.
In the end, poor Junhong gets the king's, er, bucket, which he wisely ropes Jongup into drinking with him, seeing as Jongup is a time-tested heavyweight and not quite as prone to hangover headaches as his friend. Taehyung drifts off to drink some beer on Jimin's behalf, letting Jimin lean against him and rest his head on Taehyung's shoulder when it's not his turn, but eventually Howon is ushering tomorrow's drivers and a few of the lightweight and especially drunk ones back to their respective hotel rooms. He gives Jimin a look and leaves him with Taehyung, thankfully, because Taehyung doesn't want to go back to his room yet.
Thankfully, Jimin crashes next to Dongwoo in Dongwoo's bed, the two of them sleeping soundly as the party continues at a muted volume. Some of them go outside onto the balcony, Taehyung among them as he sits back against the balcony railing and letting the cool night breeze wash over his face. It feels nice, and carries the scent of cigarette smoke away before it can linger too long.
howd it go?
He's got a text from Jeongguk that he missed earlier, when the party was at full throttle, and he fumbles and almost drops his phone in his haste to reply to Jeongguk now. good!!!!! we won 3rd overall!!!!!!!
Jeongguk replies fast, as if he was waiting next to his phone all this time for Taehyung's reply; the thought has Taehyung's chest tightening. proud of you
yaaay, and 2nd for theme, Taehyung replies with a generous amount of hearts, then hesitates. Continues typing. do i get a reward?
He holds his breath until he sees the grey speech bubble pop up to signify Jeongguk is typing his reply. you want one?
yes, Taehyung sends back, his heart beating somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. A couple of his teammates finish smoking and go back inside and he barely pays attention, looking up just long enough to flash them a quick grin. He feels alert all of a sudden, even though he's definitely had much more to drink tonight than he usually does at kickbacks with the team.
we'll see when you get back. tomorrow night?
tomorrow night!!! probably late though, Taehyung replies, even though he's kind of getting the feeling Jeongguk is making him say these things for the sake of saying them, they've gone over this plenty of times. you dont have to stay uppp
i'll be up.
Taehyung's fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitating, but his phone chimes again mutedly.
can't wait to get my hands on you
His cheeks burn, and whatever relief the night brought is quickly swept away by the flush rushing through Taehyung's body when he sees Jeongguk's next message. me too, he sends, and then, with a boldness that definitely has to do with the alcohol, i cant wait to get you into our bed
me too babe, Jeongguk sends back almost immediately. and kiss you everywhere. on your mouth and your neck and your chest
just up there? Taehyung responds, feeling like his face might burst into flames any minute. He hopes with every cell of his being that no one steps outside right now.
where else do you want them?
dont make me say ittt
okay. promise to show me tomorrow instead? i'll kiss you wherever you want.
Taehyung draws his legs together and pulls them in, half to hide the beginnings of a boner and half to rest his forehead on his knees and resist the urge to scream. They've had sex so many times but he's still blushing furiously when Jeongguk seems to initiate sexting. Or at least flirting in anticipation for tomorrow. yeah, he finally replies. tomorrow
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For the drive back home, Taehyung and Jimin are in Hyunsik's car, Minhyuk calling shotgun. Jimin knocks out for hours with his head on Taehyung's shoulder, drooling a little, and Taehyung passes the time by texting Jeongguk - nothing inappropriate this time around - whenever there's signal and dozing with his head against the top of Jimin's. In the gaps when he's awake, Taehyung pitches in what he can to Minhyuk's conversation with Jaejun, another one of the newbies and the last guy in their car.
Hyunsik drives steadily, and his turns are smooth and don't jostle Jimin awake. Which is more than can be said for some of the upperclassmen on the team, who Taehyung can attest firsthand that they drive like fiends. Besides a couple pit stops and grabbing burgers for lunch with the entire team, he passes the hours by on the highways, even when Minhyuk, designated navigator, accidentally falls asleep, too.
By the time Taehyung wakes for the last time during the drive, they're pulling into town, Hyunsik slowing to a stop next to Seokjin's apartment complex. "Maybe you can help him up?" Hyunsik recommends with a sympathetic smile as Jimin jerks upright, whining at his hangover.
"I got it," Taehyung says, hopping out to grab Jimin's duffle bag from the trunk while Jimin gets out, blinking and looking lost. He's practically drowning in the fabric of Seokjin's sweater, the ends of the sleeves at his fingertips, but he rouses himself enough to get his keys out as they take the elevator up to the right floor.
Seokjin beats them to the door before Jimin can figure out how to unlock it. "Welcome home," he says, bundling Jimin into his arms, and Jimin practically lights up even as hungover and sleepy as he is. "Heard you guys coming down the hall."
"I'll leave him in your capable hands then," Taehyung says cheerfully, and makes a run for it before Seokjin and Jimin start making out over the threshold.
Hyunsik drops Jaejun off at the dorms next before heading to Taehyung and Jeongguk's flat, and Taehyung texts Jeongguk to give him a heads up. Jeongguk's only reply is a kk of acknowledgment that he saw Taehyung's message, but Taehyung isn't too worried. The distance between them is shrinking by the minute.
He's almost vibrating with anticipation and excitement when his apartment complex comes into view, and Minhyuk laughs a little as Taehyung flings himself out of the car, grabbing his bag and yelling thanks to Hyunsik for the ride. Taehyung skips the elevator and hurls himself up the stairs, forcing himself to tiptoe down the hall because it's past two in the morning and some people want to sleep.
Jeongguk, evidently, doesn't, because he doesn't even let Taehyung take his shoes off before he's pressing Taehyung back against the front door he just closed and kissing him hard.
"Hey, you," Taehyung says, laughing against Jeongguk's mouth and closing his eyes as Jeongguk curls his arms around him tightly and kisses him again. "Not even a hello or a welcome home?"
"Hello," Jeongguk says roughly, and kisses Taehyung square on the lips yet again. "Welcome home." He brushes his lips across Taehyung's forehead, his cheekbones, the corners of his mouth and even one on the mole on Taehyung's nose. "I missed you."
"Missed you too, so much," Taehyung sighs and rests his face in the dip between Jeongguk's neck and shoulder. It feels good, to relearn the way their bodies fit so right together. Jeongguk is already dressed for bed, in a tank top and sweatpants Taehyung knows he'll shed right before he gets into bed, and he feels so warm and lovely against Taehyung's body that Taehyung's dying to get reacquainted with that feeling more.
When he nudges Jeongguk backwards, in the direction of the hallway to their bedroom, Jeongguk makes a noise of disagreement but lets go of Taehyung except for his hand. He takes Taehyung's bag in his other hand and holds him steady as Taehyung gets his shoes off, wobbling a little. There's something so domestic sweet about it, holding hands on the way to bed, but Taehyung can't get enough of it, pouting even as he's the one to release Jeongguk's hand first. Jeongguk kisses his sulky mouth before Taehyung even registers him leaning in again.
"You kissy monster," Taehyung says and nudges Jeongguk with a shoulder, the smile spreading across his face taking any bite out of his words.
"Just doing what I said I would be doing," Jeongguk shrugs. He gets into bed first, though, taking off his sweatpants just like Taehyung predicted and tossing them into a nearby chair before he sits back and watches Taehyung get undressed. It's his turn this time to watch as Taehyung strips off his day clothes, goes into the bathroom to wash up after hours cooped up in a car. When he's finished, he matches Jeongguk - tank top and boxers.
Taehyung steps up to the side of the bed and yelps in surprise when Jeongguk throws his arms around his waist suddenly and heaves him in, Taehyung sprawling across Jeongguk's body. He pulls him under the blankets and they laugh breathlessly for a moment, exhilarated simply at being together again, skin to skin. Close enough to touch and kiss, which Jeongguk can't seem to stop doing, just like he promised.
"So where did you want me to put my mouth next?" Jeongguk asks, teasing, as he lifts said sinful mouth away from a fresh hickey he just sucked on the column of Taehyung's neck.
"Lower," Taehyung whines, wiggling his hips against Jeongguk's body so he'll get the hint. There's no time to be shy about what he wants now that Jeongguk is finally, finally here.
Jeongguk presses a smirk to Taehyung's lips and flips them over, Taehyung sitting back against their pillows - not hotel standard but so comfortable, with their warmth - as Jeongguk disappears under the blankets, pushing Taehyung's tank top out of the way as he presses kisses down Taehyung's chest and stomach. He doesn't protest when Taehyung shoves the blankets out of the way so he can see properly.
"Shirt, off," Jeongguk says, fingers flirting with the waistband of Taehyung's boxers. When Taehyung hastens to obey, Jeongguk makes a soft noise of approval and presses his lips to the spot of wetness at the head of Taehyung's cock, his erection all too obvious. "Good."
The sound of a compliment in Jeongguk's mouth has Taehyung leaking more pre-come into the fabric of his boxers. It sounds so good in his ears, he can't get enough of it. "Jeongguk," he moans, the word caught in his throat, slinking through his lips.
"I told you I'd give you something for doing so well at your competition, didn't I?" Jeongguk asks, mouthing along the length of Taehyung's cock, still through his boxers.
Taehyung tries his best not to squirm. As nice as it is for Jeongguk to pin him down with those strong hands, Taehyung knows that Jeongguk's praise will feel even better if Taehyung is good for him. So good. "You did," he breathes.
"Mmm, that's right," Jeongguk says. He doesn't tease too long, perhaps merciful because of all the time they've spent apart, and Taehyung lifts his hips enough for Jeongguk to ease his boxers down to his knees, crying out when Jeongguk puts his mouth on his cock.
It's been too long, it's really been too long since Taehyung felt anything besides his own hand in the hotel shower, imagining Jeongguk there with him. The inside of Jeongguk's mouth is hot and wet and perfect, dipping lower on him each time Jeongguk takes him in deep, working the moans out of Taehyung's throat with an ease that's practically effortless. It feels so good Taehyung relinquishes any façade of control he has left, whimpering when Jeongguk lets Taehyung's cock slip from his mouth to catch his breath.
"Feel good?" Jeongguk asks, the grain of his gorgeous voice rough. His eyes are so dark as he looks up at Taehyung, settled between his spread thighs.
"Yes," Taehyung says weakly. "Really good."
He reaches out and draws his fingers through Jeongguk's hair - soft, like he showered earlier today, most likely while waiting for Taehyung to come home for the night - and his breath catches when Jeongguk leans into the touch for a moment, eyes fluttering shut. The affection swelling in Taehyung's chest threatens to choke him, looking at Jeongguk like this, the world around them slowing to a stop. The sun could come back out, hours early, and Taehyung wouldn't have been able to pull himself away.
Taehyung takes his hand back, Jeongguk opening his eyes again and tilting his face up for a quick kiss before returning to the matter at hand. Or rather, at mouth, sensual as ever. His hands do come up this time to pin Taehyung's restless hips to the mattress, which is probably for the best when Jeongguk takes him deeper, Taehyung's cock sliding down his throat. "Fuck, Jeongguk, I can't - you - " Taehyung groans out desperately.
Jeongguk only moans in response, Taehyung straining against Jeongguk's hands at how good the vibrations feel. The pleasure builds and builds, Taehyung becoming increasingly noisy, until he's finally coming with a sob, entire body shaking with the tremors.
"Don't - I can't," he whimpers, oversensitive, when Jeongguk pulls back and tongues at the head; Jeongguk swallowed every drop, milks another before Taehyung whines in complaint. Taehyung settles back on his elbows and catches his breath, watching as Jeongguk presses kisses to the insides of Taehyung's thighs, one to his knee.
"How's that for a reward?" Jeongguk asks, leaning his cheek against Taehyung's leg.
Taehyung feels like he could purr, he's so pleased. "So good. Perfect," he says. "Come here and I'll give you a good one, too."
"Uh," Jeongguk says, and looks away, but not before Taehyung catches sight of the flush beginning to spread across his face, high on his cheeks. "You - you don't have to."
"What do you mean I don't have to," Taehyung says, tugging Jeongguk up towards him even though his boyfriend resolutely won't meet his eyes. Jeongguk's hips jerk forward hard when Taehyung reaches down to palm his cock, hand meeting a thick dampness that can only mean one thing. "Oh, my god. Babe."
"Don't you dare say anything," Jeongguk says tensely, his still roughed up voice tight with obvious embarrassment. Taehyung doesn't have to - the evidence is there. In Jeongguk's boxers.
"But it's so hot," Taehyung says pleadingly, completely honest. He pulls Jeongguk in for more kisses, pleased as punch that Jeongguk was so aroused by getting Taehyung off that he came, too, even if Jeongguk won't let him say it out loud. At some begging on Taehyung's part, they grind their hips together a little and moan into each other's mouths, shivering, at the overstimulation before Jeongguk persuades Taehyung to let him out of bed so he can change into a new pair of underwear.
When he comes back to bed, his face is hot with the force of his blushing. "I'm telling you, it's hot," Taehyung insists, even as Jeongguk grumbles and tries to shut him up by keeping his mouth busy.
"It's so embarrassing," Jeongguk complains. "Please stop talking about it. Put it out of your mind forever, I swear I'll redeem myself."
"There's nothing to redeem yourself for," Taehyung says even as Jeongguk groans. "But if you insist, I don't have class until the afternoon tomorrow and won't mind being woken before noon if it means sexy times."
He giggles as Jeongguk growls and drops on top of him, pressing him down into the bed. Their noses bump and Jeongguk slants his face to kiss Taehyung again, deeply, intensely enough that Taehyung wishes he could banish his refractory period out of existence. "That can be arranged," Jeongguk says seriously.
"Mmm, perfect," Taehyung says and kisses Jeongguk again. Under the covers, which Jeongguk drew up over their bodies again when he came back to bed, he tangles their legs together and snuggles up against Jeongguk's chest. To his surprise and delight, Jeongguk got rid of the tank top, too, and his skin is warm to the touch. "Sex aside, I really missed this."
Jeongguk hums his agreement, pressing his face to Taehyung's hair. His arms tighten around Taehyung just enough for Taehyung to feel it, feel safe. "I know." Me too.
Curled up together, in each other's arms. The beds in hotels are amazingly comfortable but there's no place Taehyung would rather be besides this one right here.