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It would be an understatement to say that Taehyung was pissed the first time he heard of Jungkook parading his latest conquest around at a movie premiere. Especially when the said conquest was some wide-eyed, sugar spun thing barely used to the sleaze, and reek of idol life. Taehyung almost laughed. Almost.

The whispers reached him in the way all bad news did these days - through the ever-grinding teeth of the vicious rumor mill led by the company’s PR Consultant. The fucking irony. The man was such a godawful gossipmonger that ten minutes in his presence felt like sacrilege of the highest order and Taehyung could physically feel his soul descending into the depths of Tartarus. In their world the rumor mill hardly cared for the facts or the truth or common sense for that matter. What it did thrive on was the drama of speculation so Taehyung was trying to take the piece of gossip with a pinch of salt. ‘Tried’ being the operative word here.

While Taehyung was usually not one to indulge a muckraker, he wanted to confirm this.

A better man would be able to resist the temptation of looking at pictures online and leaving himself vulnerable to baser emotions. But Taehyung was not a better man. No Sirrah. Taehyung was sometimes a weak willed man unburdened by the confines of wisdom. And so he succumbed to his sheer, morbid curiosity and opened the tagged section of Jungkook’s Instagram like he didn’t already know what he’d find there. Like there wasn't already dread licking at his heels.

The first photo hit harder than expected and Taehyung grimaced, reconsidering whether it was such a good idea letting his morbid curiosity outweigh good sense for a reckless moment of vindication.

Jungkook had his head tipped toward the girl, doe eyes riveted on her as she regaled him with a story (likely something mediocre and bruited about). Jungkook should hardly look so engrossed and taken in.

The next post was worse - a video of them laughing, her hand clasped around his thumb, with an easy kind of intimacy that felt too deliberate and mocking. And a niggling part of Taehyung, scratched at the edge of his brain and interjected that perhaps this was too contrived. That somehow all Taehyung was looking at was a photo-op with all the hallmarks of a horse and pony show.

Taehyung was not amused. Picture after picture, it was all the same. Jungkook glowing like he was born to stand in the spotlight, (as he was wont to do) and Little Miss Amelia Jane a permanent fixture by his side. Taehyung regarded the pair with a surprising amount of vehemence. What Taehyung felt wasn’t jealousy or betrayal, no no. It was the bitter taste of disappointment and realization that Taehyung had given this relationship more credit than it deserved. His ribs crackled with a kind of familiar anger that felt cold and sharp pooling into his stomach.

When Taehyung and Jungkook had given into their below the belt thoughts months ago and decided they'd rather Jungkook be in Taehyung than not, he had not harbored any grand expectations from the relationship. Taehyung was no novice to casual flings and in all honesty he'd probably been in more casual relationships than real ones but that didn't bother him. It wasn't that Taehyung was incapable of something deeper, and something more meaningful. Given the chance, he liked to believe that he could love just as fiercely as anybody else, if not more. But between the curveballs of work and life, love felt like baggage. A baggage Taehyung was not equipped to handle and he had spent too many years learning how to manage his own burdens to be eager about shouldering someone else's. That was too scary a prospect to the Taehyung that could barely tell left from right sometimes. So yeah, casual worked for him and it worked tremendously well with Jungkook.

But beneath the exterior of casualness Taehyung thought they were exclusive. Not romantic, not open, certainly not public, but exclusive in the sense that they would not have more than one partner at the same time and if they wished to, they would mutually end their arrangement first. That was the only expectation Taehyung had allowed himself to have. They had never discussed any rules but there had always been an unspoken understanding between Taehyung and Jungkook because that's who they were. The whole point of their dynamic was that they didn't need to explain things. They just got each other. But apparently Taehyung was laboring under the delusion that they were on the same page. Ha-fucking-ha.

Well there went the Hawaii trip Taehyung was planning for them.

If Jungkook wanted to play this game, Taehyung could match him move for move and do one worse. Because the thing about Taehyung was that he was petty. Undeniably so. He could hold a grudge, stew in it, let it slither uncomfortably against his ribs and justify it nonetheless. It was a part that grew with Taehyung and the older he got, the more space he had for the feeling to take root. He may have stuttered and grown hot with shame when he was younger but he had since then come to accept it for what it was - character development. Sometimes he was less than the polite 29 year old who smiled and glowed through every situation.

That didn't mean Taehyung went out of his way to needlessly antagonize people over the smallest things, he just didn't let things slide the way some people did so easily. If someone could find it within themselves to slight him when he had done nothing to deserve it, they could also find it within themselves to be tormented over his willingness to put them through the wringer until his pride and ego were both satisfied.

Taehyung had enough self awareness to begrudgingly admit that it was not one of his finer qualities because Taehyung had honed his pettiness to an art form. Albeit a dark one. Anyone could get mad and say something vile and stupid, but a truly petty person? They calculated and plotted, and took their time to curate a scathing response that was not just revenge but performance art. It was snide precision and creativity wrapped in the glittering bow of spite. And it wasn’t like Taehyung wanted to hurt anyone. Not really. He was just reminding Jungkook that actions had consequences. He had fucked around and now he must find out.

So Taehyung began to do what any normal person would do. He opened his Instagram again, and this time went straight to his own account. Taehyung scrolled through his phone gallery with the obsessive focus of someone who couldn't afford to get this wrong. This wasn't about the picture as much as it was about crafting a statement. It was about being subtle but effective, casual but devastating and Taehyung wanted to plant a seed of doubt in Jungkook's mind that made him fret in his garden of unease.

There were some really great options to choose from and a few were even excellent but excellence wasn't going to cut it for this particular conundrum. Taehyung needed perfection, a coup de grace and the kind of photo that would make Jungkook stop mid-swipe, hands shaking from disbelief, eyes narrowing in affront, as he oscillated between jealousy, or anger, or both.

Taehyung's first instinct was to go nuclear and post something audacious, something dramatic, something incendiary with all his best angles on display and a tantalizing sliver of skin. But he dismissed the thought almost instantly. Taehyung could not appear obvious or desperate. It would be amiss. Jungkook and his "numero uno" may be playing checkers but Taehyung was playing chess, and the only worse thing than losing was letting Jungkook know he was trying to win. The key here was restraint, the kind that left people wondering if Taehyung even knew he was being provocative. And definitely the kind that looked effortless but was anything but.

Taehyung found a photo he hadn’t planned on posting - a behind the scene shot from a magazine photoshoot with Mingyu a week ago. His hair stylist noona had shared the picture with him in a “haha look how cute you are together” way and Taehyung had rolled his eyes, called her delusional and promptly replied “obviously.” Because if genetics were a lottery, he and Mingyu had definitely hit the jackpot, taken their victory lap, and invested their winnings in a trust fund for future flawless babies. Like their fans said, it wasn't a face card, it was a face economy.

But that didn't matter. What really mattered was the picture where Taehyung was lounging on the floor with his tousled black hair, mouth curved up into a soft smile, and Mingyu draped protectively over his back. Taehyung looked small, exquisite and gossamery enough that the big bad wolf needed to tether him in his embrace and keep from harm.

The caption was going to be the hardest part. If it was too cryptic, then it would look like Taehyung was trying too hard, and if it was too pointed, it would lose its sting. It had to be just the right combination of nonchalance and provocative, something that would sit in Jungkook's mind like a splinter he couldn't pick. And the beauty of it all was that this would promote his collaboration with Mingyu and thus give Taehyung the perfect excuse (not that he required one) to post the photo with no compunction. He added a caption that was just the right brand of petty, "Good times, better company." It was subtle enough to pass off as work, but anyone paying attention would know Taehyung avoided photos that invited unwanted speculation. Plausible deniability.

He hit 'post' and went to the set with renewed purpose. Taehyung was the last to arrive so he was quickly ushered into hair and makeup. He tucked his emotions behind an unreadable smile and handled each interaction genially. When he was done, it didn't take long for Jungkook to pin him with his angry gaze. He wasn't loud about it, of course not. Men like Jungkook never were. There were no dramatic confrontations, no biting remarks, no flipped chairs. Nope. None of that. He was too controlled for that. Too measured. Too composed.

But Jungkook's control didn't mean indifference. His gaze was like unspoken tension threading its way across the room and Taehyung's stomach tightened in something akin to anticipation. It made Taehyung shudder but he refused to flinch away. Let him watch. Let him rue. Jeon Jungkook would not be given the satisfaction of seeing him squirm today. Taehyung felt silly busying himself with something meaningless by pretending to read the show's script like he hadn't already committed it to memory.

Taehyung didn't need to see Jungkook's reaction again to know he'd seen the post, he could feel it when the heat of his stare burned through the back of his skull. Taehyung bit back a triumphant smirk. It was like angels were singing Gloria in Taehyung's head, the bells and the feathers and all that jazz. The petty and satisfied part of himself wanted to lean into the game he'd started but he didn't. If he tipped his hand too soon, Jungkook would know exactly what Taehyung was doing and that would effectively ruin all the fun.

Jungkook's glare was a slow, deliberate thing pressing against him, it weighed and dared him to meet his eyes. When Taehyung finally mustered the audacity to glance up, the room shrank and he was almost tempted to look away again. Jungkook's eyes were dark, steady, and impossibly unreadable but not blank. They were never blank. If one knew how to look for Jungkook's tells (and there were plenty for the observant) there would be no mistaking the storm behind his eyes.

The first tell was the way he held himself. To others he appeared relaxed, and self-assured, the very picture of untouchable arrogance but Taehyung noticed how he stood straighter, how his shoulders pulled back and how the muscles in his jaw tautened. The posture didn't scream aggression. It was so much worse than that. It screamed restraint and it looked fantastic on him. Jungkook was someone who took and molded and carved everything to his appeasement. So restraint wasn't his natural state and that made it all the more delicious to Taehyung. Because he. had. done. that. He had forced Jungkook to exercise restraint. Taehyung's pulse kicked up but he kept his expression neutral, raising an eyebrow as if to say, what?

Soon, they were called forward, and handed plastic sabers to play a game of fencing. The saber felt lighter than it should have, and Taehyung wondered if he'd rip the thing in Namjoon-esque fashion before actually deploying it for its intended purpose. Taehyung dipped it in a dark crate of ink like he was instructed to and watched it drip lazily onto the studio floor.

The game was fairly simple - hit your opponent, leave a sizable stain on their white t-shirt marked with target circles, and avoid getting marked yourself. Simple, that is, until you factored in Jeon Jungkook, everything-is-a-competition extraordinaire. Jungkook could turn a grocery run into an Olympic event if it meant proving he was better at picking ripe avocados. His default setting was to be the best at everything and the rest of us were just lucky to be in the same room as his holy highness.

Taehyung pretended to focus on the rules being rattled off by the director but his attention was shackled to Jungkook. There was a quiet weight to him now that made Taehyung second guess every word, every move, and every choice he was about to make. And he hated it. Jungkook didn't look away. He didn't even blink. He just stood there, poised to strike and every dangerous inch of him was a challenge Taehyung wasn't sure he was ready to meet. God, it was almost unfair how good he was at this.

Taehyung wasn't about to tuck tail and run though. Not now. Not when he had been the one to up the stakes. So he tilted his head, and let his lips curve into a smile that was just the right shade of infuriating, the one his mother complained was vain and haughty. It wasn't a real smile and certainly not the kind Jungkook was accustomed to pulling out of Taehyung when they were alone and busy driving each other insane.

"Something on your mind Kook?" he asked, tone light and bordering on boredom.

Jungkook's gaze didn't waver, but the corner of his mouth twitched infinitesimally, like he was holding back a dozen things he wanted to say and Taehyung wondered if one them was an admission that Taehyung's cozy post with his best friend had gotten under his skin, that the sight of Taehyung looking so effortlessly at ease with Mingyu, had triggered something in him. But Taehyung knew that wasn't Jungkook's style. He'd never admit to something as pedestrian as jealousy, even if it was written all over his face. Which it was.

"You've been busy," he said finally, voice low, even, and suffused with an edge.

"So have you from what I hear. Apparently you were quite the showman last night," Taehyung replied, mirroring his tone like he had the better hand.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “Was I?”

“Hmm.” Taehyung said casually, his tone light but his words pointed. “The whole arm candy routine. Very classic and timeless, really. I almost didn’t recognize you with a prop.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched, but he didn’t bite. “Funny, I didn’t think you paid attention to these things Tae.”

“Oh, I don’t,” Taehyung said, flashing a smile sharp enough to cut. “But it’s hard to miss when someone’s making a statement loud enough to drown out the press interviews.”

Taehyung thought he saw the faintest flicker of something. Amusement? Annoyance? But it was gone too quickly for Taehyung to pin down. “If I were making a statement,” Jungkook said, voice low and even, “you’d know.”

Taehyung laughed, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, I know,” he said. “You always were good at being obvious.”

Jungkook didn’t reply right away, his gaze steady and unflinching as it pinned Taehyung in place. “Funny you should say that. Cute post this morning. Really thought you nailed the candid vibe.”

The jab landed clean, but Taehyung didn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk deepened. “Well, Mingyu is good company. I thought you’d know that better than anyone.”

Jungkook’s mouth twitched, the faintest hint of a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, I do. But I’m not sure he appreciates being used as a pawn in whatever game you’re playing.”

“Game?” Taehyung feigned surprise, his eyebrows lifting slightly. “Is that what you think this is? I was just enjoying a quiet break with a friend. Not everything is about you, Jungkook.”

“Of course not,” Jungkook replied easily, stretching his legs. “Just like your little comment about the premiere wasn’t about her.”

Taehyung tilted his head, letting the silence stretch for a moment before replying. “Touché.”

The way Jungkook stood, just slightly too close, with his arms crossed and his jaw set, wasn’t just assertive, it was magnetic. “Come on, Tae. My best friend? That’s bold, even for you.”

Taehyung finally scoffed, “And your new accessory? What’s that?”

Jungkook smirked, but there was no humor in it. “This isn’t about her.”

“Isn’t it?” Taehyung shot back, his voice still light but his words cutting. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re upset I indulged in your little game and played it better than you.”

“Better?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with amusement and something darker. “You’re calling a staged cozy moment with my best friend better?”

Taehyung shrugged, unfazed. “It got your attention, didn’t it?”

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his voice quieter now, dangerously calm. “Getting my attention?”

Jungkook's eyes were narrowed slightly and Taehyung knew he'd hit a nerve. He could practically see him weighing his options, deciding whether to confront Taehyung outright or keep playing it cool. But Jungkook knew Taehyung better than anyone. Given both their temperament, a confrontation would not bode well for either of them.

For all his composure, Taehyung could tell Jungkook was fighting to keep it together. His hands were clenched around the saber with tad more force than was strictly necessary. It was riveting to watch, like seeing a storm gather on the horizon. And while Jungkook's restraint was admirable, it was also temporary. Taehyung could already hear the clock ticking in the silence between them, counting down to the moment Jungkook decided restraint wasn’t worth the effort anymore.

Taehyung’s smile didn’t waver. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right,” Jungkook said, taking a step closer, close enough that Taehyung couldn’t pretend to be dismissive anymore. “Because you posting that picture had nothing to do with last night.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. “Last night? Oh, you mean the premiere? I barely noticed you were there.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Tae.” Jungkook’s laugh was quiet, almost imperceptible, but Taehyung caught it. And for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, it only made him feel angrier.

Before Taehyung could retort and come up with something pithy, the whistle sounded signaling the start of the game and he braced himself, securing the saber in his careful grip and used it as a shield.

The game wasn't about strategy so much as reflexes, and normally Taehyung would rely on his quickness to outmaneuver him but the moment Jungkook moved, his instincts faltered. His steps were measured, calculated, and fluid, like he’d already mapped out every move Taehyung was going to make before he made it. He came at Taehyung with a strike, he barely managed to dodge, and the saber brushed the sleeve of his shirt leaving a shocking blue stain in its wake.

“Sloppy,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low enough that only Taehyung could hear.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, pulling back into position. “It’s called giving my opponent a false sense of security.”

Jungkook hummed, lining up again. “Interesting strategy. Let me know how that works out for you.”

The second time Taehyung swung his saber first, aiming for Jungkook’s chest, but Jungkook sidestepped with an infuriating ease, and proceeded to leave another streak across his shoulder.

“Looks like you’re all defense and no offense, hyung,” Jungkook said, voice laced with mock concern. “Maybe you should try aiming for me instead of the air.” A muscle worked in Taehyung’s jaw as he adjusted his grip and generously coated the saber again. Taehyung wasn’t about to let Jungkook win and if he had to use underhanded tactics to achieve that, then so be it. He finally managed to land a neat streak of ink across Jungkook's forearm, and felt a flicker of satisfaction as he glanced down at his handiwork.

“Finally,” he quipped, voice growing steadier. “I was starting to think you were untouchable.”

Jungkook's gaze snapped back to him, and the corner of his mouth curved up, it wasn't quite a smile, but close enough to make Taehyung’s stomach twist. “You’ll have to do better than that, Tae. Unless you want me to take pity and go easy on you?”

The words were a challenge, plain and simple, and they triggered his single-mindedness but as the game continued, Taehyung couldn’t ignore the way his confidence wavered under Jungkook's scrutiny. It wasn’t that he was afraid of him. No, it was worse than that. He was afraid of how much he wanted to prove himself to Jungkook, how much he cared about what Jungkook thought even when he didn’t fucking want to.

By the time they counted down the last ten seconds of the round, Taehyung's shirt was a patchwork of stains, while Jungkook remained barely marked. That really irked him. He swallowed hard, and dislodged Jungkook's saber out of his lax fingers and drew an x on his t-shirt, making sure to touch every target circle. Taehyung finished it off with a generous flick of paint on Jungkook's chin, knowing very well that the makeup noonas would curse him out.

“Looks like hyung won after all,” Taehyung smirked.

Jungkook stood still for a moment, his posture stiff, then laughed, low and amused. “Is that how we’re playing now?” he asked, his voice a little more dangerous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Taehyung said, sweeping his saber in an exaggerated arc, eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and amusement. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to look nonchalant. “I just won, that’s all.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking like he didn’t buy it. "Alright, hyung," Jungkook said, his voice a mockery of encouragement. "Let’s see if you can win again. Without cheating this time." Taehyung smiled, but there was an edge to it.

“You should really stop assuming I’m cheating. It makes you look, what’s the word? Petty!”

"Alright, you get this one, Taehyung. But if you try anything funny again, I’ll make sure you really regret it.” The words were perfectly polite, Jungkook's tone anything but. For a moment he thought Jungkook might actually snap but he did the last thing Taehyung expected - he smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile by any stretch of the imagination, it was sardonic and knowing, and a lesson promised. Taehyung knew he should feel a chill creeping down his spine, some innate sense of survival kicking in. But no, he was all in, and exhibiting a recklessness that made Evel Knievel look cautious.

When the second game started Taehyung didn’t plan to be this much of a menace. Well not entirely, anyway. It was more like a spark of inspiration that struck as he stood contemplating his next move at the bottom of the makeshift staircase, watching Jungkook balance the precarious stacks of ping pong balls on a comically long paddle. He was focused, too focused, and something about the way his body steadied with concentration made Taehyung itch to bother him.

He could have been subtle about it and in retrospect he maybe should have been. But subtlety had never been his strong suit, and the opportunity was too perfect to pass up. Taehyung took a few exaggerated, wobbly steps, limbs flailing like a newborn fawn finding its legs and failed dramatically as he lost his balance (read: tripped himself). Then came the pièce de résistance: He let out an overly loud, Oscar-worthy, “Oh no! Somebody help me!” just before he crashed backward into the edge of the stairs, completely upsetting Jungkook's progress. The ping pong balls scattered like confetti, bouncing off the stairs and the floor in every direction. Sprawled, and dishevelled, Taehyung twisted to look up at Jungkook, and couldn’t quite suppress the grin tugging at his lips.

“Oops,” he said, voice dripping with faux innocence. Jungkook's glare was enough to sear through steel.

“Oops?” he repeated, his tone dangerously even.

“What?” he said, widening his eyes in mock sincerity. “I slipped. This floor is clearly a hazard and someone should file a complaint with PD.”

Jungkook didn’t dignify that with a response and instead, exhaled sharply through his nose, like he was channeling all his frustration into that single breath. Taehyung could tell he wanted to say something, probably something biting and thoroughly deserved but the cameras were rolling, and Jungkook wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of losing his cool in front of everybody.

The third field game was an absolute mess. The giant inflatable arena was coated in an atrocious amount of soap, and foam and made every step a gamble. Will we land on our butts or will we twist our necks? It was really a coin toss at this point and so Taehyung turned like every other malcontent cog in the capitalistic wheel, wondering if it wasn't too late to have the lawyer called in to dictate his will. He really wanted to make sure his records and books went to his grave along with him. There wasn't a soul worthy of inheriting it from Taehyung.

He and Jungkook were placed on opposing teams, and the moment the whistle blew, chaos ensued. Everybody slid and skidded in every direction, clutching at the floppy walls and each other for balance, while the soccer ball seemed to have a mind of its own, careening wildly across the soap-slick surface. Taehyung had no intention of playing fair.

“Hey, Taehyung,” Jungkook called from the other side of the arena, his voice teasing but still confident. “You might want to actually try this time. I’m not sure the fans will appreciate you playing games when we’re literally playing games.”

Taehyung grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m in it, alright Kook.” He glanced at Jungkook, who was lining up to make a pass, and his smile stretched wider. “Just not in the way you think.”

His first move was to accidentally body check Jungkook when they both went for the ball. It wasn’t a hard hit and he wasn’t trying to actually hurt him but it was enough to send Jungkook sliding into the wall with a thud.

“Oh no Jungkookie! Are you alright?” he called over his shoulder, all feigned concern.

Jungkook glared up at him, his face half-hidden behind his messy hair. “What the hell, Taehyung?”

Taehyung took a step back, holding his hands up innocently. “I didn’t do anything! I was just - uh, moving with the momentum of the game.”

Jungkook pushed himself up, brushing the suds off his jersey. He shot Taehyung a look that could’ve burned a hole in him. “Sure, hyung. Momentum,” Jungkook muttered. “Nice try. But if you’re going to play dirty, at least own it.”

“Oh, I own it,” Taehyung said with a grin that was far too wide for someone who was supposed to be apologetic. The next time Jungkook got the ball, he made a show of trying to block him, arms outstretched and legs planted wide like he was defending his life. Jungkook feinted left, and Taehyung deliberately threw himself in that direction, flopping onto the soapy ground in the most exaggerated fall he could manage. The members and crew erupted into laughter, and he lay there for a moment, milking the attention and grinning sheepishly.

“You miserable brat,” Jungkook growled when he finally pulled Taehyung up, and nearly catapulted him into the goal. His eyes were darker than before, and the corners of his mouth twitched like he couldn’t decide whether to scowl or bare teeth.

“You're making this too easy for me Kook” he replied, brushing soap suds off his shirt with a deliberate flick of the wrist.

By the end of the game, they were both soaked, their shirts clinging to their skin and their legs trembling from the effort of reconnecting with solid ground. Taehyung's team lost, but he didn’t care. The real win was the way Jungkook’s jaw had tensed every time Taehyung was in his general vicinity, and the way his composure slipped for just a fraction of a second before he caught himself. It was like playing minesweeper, just to set off all the mines.

The end of the shoot felt like the grand finale of the evening. The cameras were off, the crew was packing up, and Taehyung had successfully spent the entire day living rent-free in Jungkook’s head. Taehyung had absolutely nailed every smirk, every pointed comment, and every faux innocent glance. The thrill was heady, buzzing in his veins like a shot of adrenaline as he leaned into his chair, sipping on a cup of steaming hot coffee and replaying his greatest hits. Spotify could never.

He had to admit the stairs part had been his personal favorite, but the slippery soccer game had transcended to the level of art. Watching Jungkook grit his teeth every time he laughed or shrugged off one of his scathing glares had been the kind of payoff Taehyung couldn’t buy with all the money in the world. And the best part? Jungkook hadn’t said a word about it. He swallowed his frustration, played the professional, and let Taehyung get away with murder. Annalise Keating would be proud of Taehyung.

Knowing he’d gotten under Jungkook's skin without him being able to retaliate was the best outcome to his shenanigans. It was like poking a sleeping lion through the bars of its cage. Safe. Thrilling. Harmless. The thought made him laugh, and he was halfway through imagining the caption for his next Instagram post when he caught sight of Jungkook out of the corner of his eye. He was talking to one of the crew members, his posture relaxed but his expression sharp and assessing while cutting through the chaos of the set. Taehyung’s grin faltered just for a second, before he smoothed it back into place.

He could handle this. Probably. Except, maybe he couldn’t.

“Heading out?” one of the assistants asked, interrupting his thoughts and Taehyung nodded, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Time to make his grand exit.

But he didn’t make it far.

He had just stepped into the dimly lit corridor leading to the artists' parking lot when a hand closed around his wrist, and pulled him to a harsh stop. His heart leapt into his throat before he even turned around. He knew who it was. He’d known the moment his shadow fell over him.

“We need to talk hyung” Jungkook said, quietly enough that it didn’t echo down the hallway.

Taehyung turned to face him, pulse thrumming hot in his ears, and found Jungkook looking at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place, it made his stomach twist in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Talk?" Taehyung feigned a casualness that didn’t even fool himself. His heart was drumming against his ribs, uncomfortably loud. He forced a grin, even though it felt like his lips were stuck in place. "About what?"

Jungkook's gaze hardened, and there was something unreadable in his eyes, a flicker of irritation, maybe something deeper. "About your little act tonight. The way you've been all day.”

"I’m not acting," Taehyung deflected smoothly, despite the tightness in his throat.

"You’re just reading into things, Kook. Honestly, I don’t know why you’re making a big deal out of nothing."

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw flexing as he closed the distance. “Drop the act Tae. We both know you’ve never been clueless a day in your life. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been dodging me. The way you’ve been baiting me all evening.”

"Baiting?" Taehyung laughed, a little too loudly, trying to pull his arm free but Jungkook didn’t let go. His grip was freakishly strong as always. "I’m not baiting you Jungkook. You’re imagining things."

Jungkook stepped even closer, and the air between them thickened. "Am I? Then explain it to me, Taehyung. Because I’m starting to think you want something out of me which is why you’ve been all over the place and I want to know what that is."

"I told you," Taehyung managed, his voice cracking in a way he didn’t want it to. "It’s nothing. Really. I was just playing the way I normally do."

Jungkook's glare made his pulse tick faster in his throat, and for a moment, Taehyung thought he might actually laugh. “Right,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because it’s normal to trip on air or body-check someone into a wall during a staged game of soccer.”

“Hey! Accidents happen! And where was all this anti-klutz energy when we were watching Twilight?” Taehyung said, face slipping into an offended moue.

Jungkook didn’t say anything. His silence was a pressure that squeezed the air out of the space between them. And then, as if sensing Taehyung’s discomfort, he raised a brow. "You’re going to stand there and tell me that you don’t want to explain yourself? Fine. We’ll have it your way, then. You want to act like a child, you will be treated like one" Jungkook’s tone shifted, a dark edge creeping into his voice. "You’re coming with me."

Taehyung’s stomach dropped. "What? No, no. I’m not-"

Jungkook cut him off, his voice firm and unyielding. "No arguments. We’re going to my place. Now."

Taehyung opened his mouth to reply, but the words wouldn’t come out and for the second time today, Taehyung felt like he’d lost control of the situation. Before he could think of a response, Jungkook reached out, his hand brushing against Taehyung's arm as he stepped closer. “Kitty, we’re not done with this conversation,” he said, his voice softer now but no less firm. “Not here and certainly not like this.”

It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t a request. It was a command, plain and simple, and the way he said it made Taehyung's knees feel like jelly. He swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to figure out if he was more annoyed at Jungkook for calling him kitty or at himself for not hating it.

“Fine, lead the way” he grumbled, dragging his feet.

The ride to Jungkook's house was suffocating, but not for the reasons Taehyung wanted it to be. It wasn’t the tension of an argument lingering in the air or the heat of anger radiating off him. No, it was the damn nickname Jungkook called him by.

“Kitty,” he’d said, with this infuriating mix of fondness and reprimand. Like he was scolding Taehyung but couldn’t quite bring himself to be actually rude because it was him.

Kitty. Taehyung hated how much he liked it. Hated the way it slipped under his skin and settled there, warm and sticky like honey. He hated the way it made his cheeks burn, a slow flush creeping up from his neck to the tips of his ears. Taehyung stared out the window, willing the cool night air to seep through the glass and calm the inferno that was his face but every time Taehyung thought he had a grip on himself, Jungkook's voice replayed in his head, low and rough.

Jungkook was silent the entire drive, his hands resting comfortably on the steering wheel. It was unnerving. The city lights outside blurred into streaks of orange and white, and the quiet hum of the engine only served to make Taehyung’s thoughts louder. What was he supposed to say? What explanation could he possibly give? Taehyung had spent all day baiting him, pushing every button he could find, and now he was just…silent. It gave Taehyung too much time to think and spiral. What was Jungkook going to say when they got to his place? Was he going to yell at him? Lecture him? Recount every single instance of his bratty behavior and hold it against him? The possibilities churned in Taehyung's stomach, and made him feel queasy and jittery all at once.

This is fine, Taehyung tried to convince himself. It’s just Jungkook. You’ve known him forever. You can handle this. But the more he thought about it, the more his hands fidgeted against his thighs, his fingers tapping nervously against his knees. What if he finds out? What if he figures out what I’m really thinking?

But then another thought crept in, quieter and far more concerning: what if he wasn’t angry? What if Jungkook was disappointed? That idea hit like a punch to the gut, and Taehyung suddenly wished Jungkook would yell and scream and argue. Disappointment was heavier, harder to shrug off and Taehyung had never handled the feeling well, if his therapist's words were anything to go by.

Taehyung’s tongue pressed against his teeth, restlessly. Say something, the thought scratched at his mind futilely, though he knew Jungkook’s silence better than most. Words wouldn't cut through this, they’d only ricochet back, sharper than before and leave Taehyung remorseful.

He could feel his palms sweating, his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. His gaze darted to the side, out the window, trying to focus on something, anything that wasn’t Jungkook’s presence, the overwhelming, looming presence that filled the car and made his heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the speed of the vehicle.

When they finally pulled into Jungkook's tree lined driveway, Taehyung wasn’t sure if he was relieved or terrified. Jungkook parked his car and turned off the engine, but didn’t make a move to get out. Instead, he sat there in complete stillness for a moment, staring straight ahead like he was gathering his thoughts. Shouldn't Taehyung be the one doing that? He should be terrified by all accounts and formulating a ten page apology right the fuck now if he had a snowball's chance in hell of getting off unscathed.

Taehyung couldn't take it anymore and decided to make the first move, if only to break the unbearable silence.

“Are you going to keep ignoring me, or are we actually going to talk?” he said, tone deliberately flippant and Jungkook's head turned slowly, his gaze landing on Taehyung with the kind of intensity that made his throat tighten.

“Inside,” he said, leaving no room for argument and Taehyung followed him silently, his heart pounding in his chest like a bird caught on the fencing wire. It was more than mildly concerning.

When the door to the house opened, Taehyung hesitated for just a second before stepping inside. The house was unnervingly quiet and Taehyung wondered where Bam was. He strained his ears, hoping for the telltale rhythm of Bam’s paws on the tiled floor and all he heard was the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the soft squeak of Jungkook’s sneakers against the floor.

Jungkook was still beside him, silent, though Taehyung could feel the tension thickening in the air between them. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been standing there, but it felt like forever. The feeling of Jungkook’s glare crawled up his spine, piercing and unavoidable. He couldn’t escape it. The moment they were alone, it was always like this, a strange, magnetic pull between them that neither one of them could quite control. Jungkook’s anger was always quiet, simmering under the surface like a storm waiting to break, and Taehyung was always, always the one to stir it.

“Do you want to start explaining yourself?” Jungkook’s voice cut through the quiet, gruff enough to make Taehyung flinch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Taehyung said, his voice clipped, even though the lie hung in the air like smoke. He could practically feel Jungkook’s eyes on him, cold and unforgiving.

“Stop pretending you don’t know exactly what’s going on Taehyung. It’s beneath you," Jungkook snapped, taking two steps towards him. “Why have you been acting like a fucking child all day? What the hell was all that about? Do you realize how unprofessional it was?”

“I wasn’t acting like anything Jungkook. Yes, I was a little different than usual but that doesn't mean I was out to get you. We were shooting for a variety show. It's supposed to be dramatic and entertaining,” Taehyung said, crossing his arms in a gesture he hoped would make him look less exposed. Jungkook's eyes narrowed, and Taehyung could see the tempest brewing just out of sight.

“You think I don’t know you by now Tae? You’ve been an insolent brat, difficult, and mouthy the entire day and I know there's a reason why,” Jungkook insisted tightly.

“I wasn’t—”

“Enough of the lies! You need to know where the line is. You cannot push me like that and expect me to be okay with it,” Jungkook warned, his voice cutting through Taehyung's weak excuses. Some part of Taehyung knew he deserved this but the rest of him was too busy bracing for the impact to care about justice. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and his mind scrambled for an answer that wouldn’t make him sound like the jealous idiot he clearly was but the truth was clawing its way up his throat, and Taehyung couldn’t stop it.

“Fine,” Taehyung snapped. “Maybe I didn’t love seeing you all over Instagram with your new side chick. Dispatch posted a lot about you two apparently going to a fucking movie premiere and laughing like she was the most interesting thing in the world.”

“And you decided that you were going to act like a brat instead of talking to me about it? You could have texted me, or called me or hell you could have pulled me aside during the shoot to ask what was going on” Jungkook moved to stand right in front of him.

“I didn’t know I was allowed to.”

“When have I ever made you feel like that wasn't an option Tae? Communication is our thing. It always has been. And isn't that the reason why we started this whole thing” Jungkook reached out to hold his hand.

"What's going on kitty?"

Taehyung blinked, “What were you doing with her?” he asked quietly, feeling nine kinds of foolish.

Jungkook's brows lifted, surprise flickering across his face before it settled into something closer to disbelief. “She's our new rookie. The one I recruited from Busan. PD wanted me to bring her to an event and introduce her to the industry insiders” he explained matter of factly. It was then that Taehyung realized maybe he had overdone this petty act and in fact his plans had gone to shit. Complete, utter, shit.

Jungkook stood unmoving, his eyes searching Taehyung’s face and after what felt like an eternity, Jungkook finally spoke. “I thought that was obvious Tae. This should have been a conversation instead of you lashing out for no reason. I understand you were jealous but this is not how we handle things.” Jungkook said, voice impossibly soft.

“I was not jealous,” Taehyung snapped back quickly. Too quickly. “ I just wasn’t thinking straight and maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut, but I didn’t.”

“You’re right.” His words were colder now, less forgiving. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut. You shouldn’t have acted the way you did. But you did it anyway. And now you have to deal with the consequences of it.”

Taehyung opened his mouth, but Jungkook raised a hand, silencing him. “I’ve had enough of your bratty attitude. Enough of the games. Enough of whatever this is between us.”

Jungkook’s gaze sharpened. “You’re going to learn what happens when you push me too far.”

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat. He didn’t know what he expected, but this felt different. Jungkook wasn’t just angry. He was furious. And there was something in his eyes that made Taehyung’s stomach turn in a way he couldn’t explain.

“What are you going to do?” Taehyung asked, a defiant edge creeping into his voice despite the tension coiling tighter inside him.

Jungkook didn’t answer right away. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his body towering over Taehyung. The air between them seemed to shrink, until Taehyung could feel every inch of the space growing hotter, heavier.

“I think you already know,” Jungkook finally said, his voice low and commanding, “Strip and go kneel by the bed.”

“Jungkook-” Taehyung started, but his words were swallowed by the intensity of Jungkook’s gaze.

There was no humor left in Jungkook’s voice, just cold command. “You’re out of chances,” he said, his words slow and deliberate, each one more dangerous than the last. “You’re going to take what’s coming to you. No defiance. No excuses.”

"No." The word was out of his mouth before he could stop it. The silence that followed was deafening. It was like Taehyung had left all his good sensibilities back on the set and decided his mouth was a good place for his foot to rest. Taehyung felt something cold slither down his spine and heard warning sirens going off in his head but the damage was already done.

Jungkook let out a soft, mocking laugh. “All right.”

"Wait...I didn't mean for it to-" He was cut off by a firm arm around his thighs, and for a second, Taehyung was disoriented, only able to see a familiar broad back, and before he realized what was happening he'd been swept off the ground.

"Jungkook, let me down!" Taehyung protested weakly, clawing his muscular back unsuccessfully.

Before he could finish calling himself all the expletives under the sun, Taehyung found himself pressed against the inside of the door to Jungkook’s room with Jungkook towering tall over him and caging him in with arms on either side of his head.

"Living dangerously are we, kitty?" Jungkook mused, voice more of a breath than a sound. And Taehyung felt the heat of his blood rushing to his cheeks and reddening by the second with Jungkook’s eyes scanning through and through him. Taehyung vehemently shook his head no, casting his eyes low, and gnawing on his lower lip.

"It's a little late for regret, don't you think?" Jungkook tsked, disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry Kookie," Taehyung said sincerely.

"No kitty. Today you're going to learn there are consequences to your actions.” Jungkook’s voice became a low growl.

“I wasn’t thinking, Jungkook. I was being an asshole. I’m sorry,” Taehyung whispered. Well and thoroughly cowed.

“I warned you,” Jungkook said, his voice dangerously soft now. “No more games. Not this time.”

“Kookie” Taehyung whined pathetically.

“l am not going to be gentle or nice to you so this will hurt but only until you learn to never push me like that again. Do you understand?” Jungkook's tone left no room for argument and Taehyung silently nodded.

"Use your words, Taehyung. You were so generous with them earlier."

"Yes." Taehyung said, swallowing back the ‘sir’ that almost slipped out.

What came next happened in a flash. Jungkook tugged him over to the bed and sat himself at the edge of it, draping Taehyung over his lap in a practiced move. Taehyung’s body stiffened. His chest tightened with a strange, heady thrill. There was a part of him that hated how small he felt under Jungkook’s scrutiny but there was also a part of him that savored the undeniable rush of anticipation running through him. His stomach rested against Jungkook's muscled thighs, and his ass was raised into the air as Jungkook stripped him bare. Taehyung's legs were dangling over the other side of Jungkook’s lap, and he squirmed nervously, resisting the urge to get some kind of friction on his cock chubbing up quickly as it hung between Jungkook's slightly spread legs. Jungkook grabbed hold of Taehyung's wrists and slowly brought them to the small of his back to pin them there.

"Color?" Jungkook asked simply.

"Green," he answered quickly. He’d pushed Jungkook, and now, he had to accept whatever came next.

“Stay still,” Jungkook commanded. The words were simple, but they felt like an ultimatum. Taehyung bit his lip, fighting the way his breath came faster. He nodded, his hands pressed tightly to his sides. He wasn’t going to fight it. Not now. Not when he was already so far gone.

Jungkook took his time squeezing and kneading the supple flesh of Taehyung’s ass, his fingers digging in just enough to send a jolt of sensation through Taehyung’s body. He gasped, his heart hammering painfully in his chest, and his mind buzzed with a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. Taehyung was aware his ass was more than adequately blessed, because even with Jungkook’s large hands, fat spilled out of his fingers with each fistful. Jungkook's rough handling turned Taehyung on, and a strangled whimper tumbled from his panting lips. Taehyung needed more. So much more.

“You’re not going to make a sound,” Jungkook said, his voice low and commanding, as he gently massaged the corner of his waist. “Do you understand?” Taehyung nodded quickly, his throat tight. He could feel the way his hands trembled at his sides, but he kept his body still, like Jungkook had ordered. The thrill of anticipation, the way Jungkook’s control wrapped around him like a vice made him ache.

Taehyung couldn't help but flinch when Jungkook’s hand came down on his ass for the first time and his legs trembled as the pain blossomed from his cheek to his thighs and lower back, the heat radiating from him in small waves. Jungkook slapped each cheek of his ass hard and rubbed soothingly. An intoxicating combination of assault and assuage. Jungkook wasn’t playing anymore. He was teaching, punishing. And Taehyung was listening. For once, he was truly listening.

"Did you honestly believe that pushing me around all day and then lying to my face about it was without consequence kitty?" Jungkook asked, following his question with a series of spanks to the same spot on his right cheek. It had him crying out and bucking away. When Jungkook’s grip tightened on his wrist, he stayed still. Silent. Obedient. Every muscle in his body screamed for release, but he held it back. He was being punished, after all.

"Do you admit you were wrong?" Jungkook asked, readjusting his position and slapped him again. It hurt when Jungkook rubbed and pinched over the hot skin of Taehyung’s ass, but it was also mollifying.

"Yes yes yes. I was wrong, Jungkook. I was so wrong. I should have never done that" Taehyung mewled pitifully. His ass felt like it was on fire, and he instantly knew he was going to be sporting some marks come tomorrow. Taehyung had never been good at taking punishments because of how low his pain tolerance was so it was no surprise that his hips started swaying involuntarily to dislodge some of the heated pressure.

"You're so perfectly red, kitty. Do you think you can take more?" Jungkook cooed, blowing cold air on the warmed curve of his ass.

"I think so," Taehyung sniffled. He was done being a brat for the foreseeable future and wanted to do everything in his power to appease Jungkook.

“Good,” Jungkook muttered, his voice still low but softer now. “Maybe next time you’ll think before you act.”

Taehyung could barely speak. He could barely breathe. His heart was still pounding, and his thoughts were mussed. Taehyung cried out at the three particularly hard slaps Jungkook landed on both his cheeks after bouncing them at once. That hurt enough that Taehyung fought against his grip. Jungkook immediately stopped and scooped Taehyung up into his arms and held him against his body. His head fell into the crook of Jungkook's neck as he tried to catch his breath and Jungkook rubbed his back and kissed his temple.

“Shhh, such a good kitty. You’re so good for me.” Taehyung’s breath caught, a shiver running down his spine at the contrast between the previous coldness and this touch, which felt protective.

“You’re alright,” Jungkook said, his voice much softer now, almost too soft for someone who had just been so firm with him. His thumb brushed over Taehyung’s skin in a slow, deliberate motion, grounding him. “You did well, kitty.”

“Thank you.” Taehyung whispered and Jungkook moved his other hand to gently lift Taehyung’s chin, guiding his gaze up until their eyes locked. There was something in Jungkook’s eyes now, a hint of warmth beneath the quiet severity, like he was trying to comfort Taehyung in the only way he knew how.

“Is there anything you need?” Jungkook asked and Taehyung was endeared by the concern.

"Your cock," Taehyung answered truthfully, acutely aware of Jungkook's throbbing member nestled against the crack of his ass.

"I just bruised your ass like it personally offended me and you still want my cock?" Jungkook chuckled.

"I never not want your cock. And if we're done with the stick part of the evening shouldn't we move onto the carrot?" Taehyung smiled. Jungkook’s wide grin turned a little bit dastardly and Taehyung tried not to swoon.

“I like the way you think, kitty,” he rumbled, before diving in and kissing him. It was the first time his lips were pressed onto Taehyung's since that morning and it felt like he finally relaxed.

Jungkook's mouth was warm and slick, and when Taehyung made a small, pleased noise Jungkook delved into his open mouth, moving right along with him. The kiss moved from chaste to sensual to smouldering in seconds, and Taehyung’s head spun with overwhelming desire as Jungkook’s long arms settled around the small of Taehyung's back pulling him close until there was no space left between them. Taehyung’s hands were greedy as Jungkook overpowered him, running all over his body, mapping out his chiselled planes and blunted edges. They wrapped around his biceps and squeezed, and Jungkook growled into his mouth, his own grip tightening.

Jungkook's tongue was halfway down Taehyung’s throat and his hands drifted down to wrap possessively around Taehyung’s ass and squeeze eagerly. Taehyung cocked his hips back and whimpered against Jungkook’s lips, the pain and the pleasant thrum warring under Jungkook’s touch. He was so dizzy from the kiss, from the way Jungkook’s mouth moved against his, from the press of Jungkook’s body against his that Taehyung was trying to communicate to Jungkook ‘never stop touching me’ without using the words. He felt more than heard Jungkook growl possessively, his pulse leapt, and as Jungkook kneaded his hands into Taehyung’s bruised ass as Taehyung gasped for air, breaking the kiss.

“Please please please Jungkook. I need..I need you please” Taehyung prayed fervently.

The moment he broke away, Jungkook bent his head and attached his lips to Taehyung’s jawline, back near his ear, sucking it red. The pressure of Jungkook’s lips against his skin was deliciously dizzying, but the way they lingered, slow, and deliberate made Taehyung’s breath catch. Every kiss felt like a mark, like a claim Taehyung couldn’t escape. He started laying wet, open kisses down the long column of Taehyung’s throat, lavishing attention upon his sensitive skin. The jolt that Taehyung felt when Jungkook’s lips brushed one of his nipples was electric. Taehyung mentally cursed as Jungkook tongued the sensitive nub, it was almost impossible to stop himself from crying out loud. Taehyung clutched at him and moaned, his head falling back. It was too much. Too soft. Too dangerous. He could feel his pulse hammering in his throat, in his veins, and in his very bones. Every touch, and every brush of Jungkook’s full, plush lips sent a ripple of shocked awareness through him. It felt too intimate, and too raw to contain. Giddy and warm, and oversensitive, Taehyung wanted Jungkook to know how good he felt, so he spread his thighs and shifted his hips so that their stiffening cocks were pushed against each other. The pressure made them pulse and groan.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed against his neck, immediately tugging Taehyung lower to grind up against him. Taehyung gasped and whimpered and rolled his hips down eagerly, and Jungkook made a pained noise. “You are a goddamned tease.” The tone of his deep voice was dangerous, and the thrill it sent down Taehyung’s spine even more so.

“Kookie, I want to suck you off. No, I need to. I need you in my mouth. I need you to fuck my throat. I need to feel all of you inside me. Now now now please Kookie please. I’ve been so good and I’ll be so good,” Taehyung begged and a familiar pair of hands were on his hips again, fingers digging in painfully.

“Shhhh kitty. It’s alright. I got you,” Jungkook shushed. He can’t focus on anything beyond the press of Jungkook’s body against his, the warmth that radiates from him like a steady flame “I’ll let you have my cock since you asked so nicely.”

Taehyung slid off his lap immediately, kneeling on the smooth floor beneath him. Jungkook unzipped his pants to expose his sharp hip bones, protruding V-lines and the base of his hardened cock. The tip glistened with precum and Taehyung’s mouth watered at the sight of it. It was thick and heavy, and stood straight up, balls taut behind it. Taehyung’s throat tightened as he panted and licked his lips, his gaze following the thin trail of hair from the bottom of Jungkook’s navel straight to the base of his cock. Taehyung wasted no time pressing his face into the smattering of hair, needing the familiar musk of Jungkook in his nose. Taehyung looked up at Jungkook’s face as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s abs. Jungkook carded his fingers through Taehyung’s hair before fisting it at the back of his head as Taehyung kissed along the line of hair leading to Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung felt soothed, and thought he could be satisfied just nosing at the hair and skin of Jungkook’s manlihood all day.

Taehyung leaned in, hands pressed into the solid muscle, feeling the tension in the thick muscle as it shifted beneath his touch and gave a kittenish lick to the head, tasting the salty precum. Taehyung couldn’t deny the way it made him feel, to taste a part of Jungkook that was so intimate and so intricately him. Jungkook’s heady and musky scent overwhelmed his senses, and Taehyung wanted to drown himself in it. The thick flat of his tongue traced languidly underneath the shaft, and he wrapped a hand around the base of the cock. Taehyung relished in the feel of Jungkook’s fingers digging into his scalp painfully. Jungkook tugged roughly at the strands of his hair as Taehyung finally took the head into his mouth and slid his tongue along the cock slit repeatedly.

“Jesus fuck,” Jungkook’s breath stuttered. Taehyung released a pleased hum around his cock in response, and bobbed his head slowly, hollowed his cheeks, sucking Jungkook’s cockhead and swirled his tongue along it. That earned him a glorious groan from Jungkook who involuntarily bucked his hips up, thrusting into Taehyung’s eager mouth. Swallowing once around the cock in his mouth, Taehyung sucked hard on his way back up. Jungkook used the grip on his hair to pull his mouth up and down his cock at a brutal pace, leaving a breathless Taehyung to choke and sputter around the thick cock as he felt the blunt head nudge the back of his throat over and over again. Spit dribbled freely down his chin, and he couldn’t help the lustful moans from ripping out of him.

“Look at you,” Jungkook cooed, stroking one thumb across Taehyung’s cheeks to catch his trailing tears. “Looking so wrecked from sucking my cock.”

Taehyung pulled off, with a lewd pop and a ragged gasp, his lungs desperately searching for air. He had spit all around his mouth, down his chin, and hanging off his lips in threads. His knees were beginning to hurt from being pressed against the floor, and his jaw was locking up from having to stretch so wide to accommodate Jungkook’s large girth. But despite all of that, Taehyung had still never been more turned on in his entire life. His daze was interrupted abruptly, when he felt Jungkook’s strong hand grip his jaw, and force his head back up. Jungkook was staring down at him, his predatory expression sending another bout of chills down his spine.

“Open up, kitty,” he said softly, voice sounding awfully strained. It was almost inhuman, how handsome Jungkook was.

Jungkook took his stiff cock in his hand, pumped it a few times for good measure, before bringing it down, and slapping it once against Taehyung’s lolling tongue. The action was so fucking dirty but it made Taehyung’s cock throb so hard that he actually whimpered out loud. This reaction only pushed Jungkook forward, earning Taehyung a few more harsh slaps to his tongue. Jungkook took the liberty to press the tip of his cock against the upper lip of his mouth, and spat into Taehyung's open mouth, drawing out a desperate moan. Taehyung looked up at Jungkook with watery, glistening eyes, and let Jungkook’s spit rest in the middle of his tongue before making a show of swallowing it.

Jungkook ran his spit-glossed cock over Taehyung's cheekbone before pressing it back on his lips and letting his spit dribble onto his cock and onto Taehyung’s awaiting tongue. Taehyung swirled the spit around and spat it onto Jungkook’s glistening cockhead. Jungkook watched the white glob sliding back into Taehyung's filthy mouth and groaned animalistically. Taehyung could feel his cock twitch painfully when it slid past his lips, and ventured deep until it was pressed against the entirety of Taehyung’s tongue. Jungkook fed his cock slowly to him until it hit the back of Taehyung’s throat. He held Taehyung’s head in place with a hand fisted in his hair and started to roll his hips, fucking into Taehyung’s mouth with each snap of his hips. Taehyung stretched his jaw wide to accommodate, relaxing his throat, and letting Jungkook use him as he pleased.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, eyes squeezing shut briefly, and thrusting quicker into Taehyung’s obediently open mouth. “So fucking tight and wet for me, kitty, could fuck your mouth all night.”

Taehyung moaned at the praise, and Jungkook’s hips stuttered. He fucked him hard and Taehyung’s jaw was sore and his lips burned from the effort of making space for Jungkook’s girth. He could now taste Jungkook’s precum at the back of his throat and he moaned again, wanting to make Jungkook feel good. Jungkook growled as his hips lost the rhythm, his body tensed and his head fell forward. He buried his hand in Taehyung’s hair, tugging him off with a pop. A line of saliva connected his lips to Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung whined at the loss, and attempted to jerk forward, making Jungkook scoff derisively.

“Jungkook,” he whined, sounding pathetic and needy and not finding it in him to care.

"The only place I'm coming in tonight is inside your tight little hole. So come here and let me prep you." Taehyung scrambled onto the bed on all fours and dropped down from his hands to his elbows. He arched his back sharply and kept his knees spread apart so that his ass was angled right at Jungkook.

Jungkook followed him and planted a soft kiss right under his left cheek, bit on it hard then attached his lips to the broken skin and sucked savagely. The first lick had Taehyung bucking uncontrollably but Jungkook didn't stop, he parted Taehyung's cheeks and dived in, licking wet, hot stripes right over his eager hole. Jungkook spent a generous amount of time licking it, tongue swirling around the rim and Taehyung dissolved into broken moans and whimpers, arching over his back while Jungkook sucked on his opening before licking it well. The tip of his tongue stabbed in quick motions before he pulled back and blew cool air over the wet spot. The flat of Jungkook's hot tongue lapped hungrily at his rim, which fluttered and clenched in desperation. Jungkook grazed his teeth on the rim, kissed it and nibbled softly at the wrinkled skin before he latched on and sucked. Jungkook alternated maddeningly between sucks and bites and licks and laps until Taehyung was making unintelligible sounds.

"It feels so good, so amazing, don't stop. God, yes..Ah..Don’t stop.” Taehyung whined and begged.

“I'm not going anywhere kitty.” Jungkook assured, adding a finger with his tongue. The stretch burned but Taehyung thrust back into it and keened, toes curling in the soft sheets and his hands fisting near his face. Jungkook pressed his fingers to his hole and rubbed it firmly, massaging it with his spit. Jungkook withdrew his fingers to spit on the hole before licking the spit back up. Taehyung shuddered and cried into the mattress.

Jungkook breathed against the reddened opening and tongued it again. “God, I want to keep fucking your slutty hole with my tongue.”

“Not just with your tongue," he whimpered, tugging at his sweaty locks and Jungkook hummed and watched him through hooded lids.

"Need you inside. Please please please Kookie" Taehyung moaned and wiggled his ass unabashedly. It seemed like Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer either, because soon enough, Taehyung had four fingers buried inside him up to the knuckle. He thrusted back against Jungkook’s fingers, his clenching insides begging for more. Taehyung abandoned all restraint and raised his hips to pull Jungkook’s fingers out of his fluttering hole. His trembling fingers gripped the base of Jungkook’s veiny cock, and slowly but surely, guided him in.

"You're such a needy little slut" Jungkook grunted, big hands landing on Taehyung’s hips. He keened softly into the bedsheets, the breath pushed out of him in a whine.

“Fuck Kookie you’re already pressing against m-my-,” he moaned, a gasp cutting off his words when he felt Jungkook twitch inside him. Taehyung groaned and then broke into a gasping sob as Jungkook slid all the way in and slammed into his prostate. Taehyung could feel every drag of his vein against his insides as Jungkook thrusted into him slowly. The first couple thrusts inside were so deep, Taehyung swore he could feel Jungkook pulsating deep into his stomach.

“Oh god, Jungkook,” he sobbed, clenching around him as hard as he could.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Jungkook panted into Taehyung’s mouth. “Keep throbbing and clenching around my cock. I want to come inside your tight little hole so hard.”

“Harder. I can take it” Taehyung begged in a shaky breath, spreading his legs open wider.

"Hold on kitty." It was the only warning Taehyung got before he was rammed, and fucked so hard he couldn’t see. Jungkook came at him like a jackhammer, brutally hard and deep and fast. In a few thrusts, pleasure ripped through Taehyung’s body and washed away all of his senses and a good chunk of his bodily control. Taehyung was vaguely aware that he was making a noise, a single long moan broken up into ah-ah-ah by the beat of Jungkook’s hips slamming against his ass. He was also vaguely aware of his arms clawing desperately at the sheets and the monumental effort it took to stop his legs from doing the same. Jungkook’s pleasured moans were a deep counterpoint to his own, and they sounded like they were coming through gritted teeth.

One particularly fierce thrust pushed Taehyung far enough forward that his knees slipped out from underneath him, forcing him flat onto his stomach and Jungkook was more or less holding Taehyung up by the hips now. Growling possessively, Jungkook resumed his bruising pace, fucking Taehyung like his life depended on it. Heaving out sobbing, broken breaths, Taehyung scrambled helplessly against the bedsheets, until his fingers met the cool, slick material of the mattress top. He opened his eyes to see that he had pulled the sheets completely off the bed at some point, and balled it up haphazardly under his cheek.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook gasped against the back of his sweaty neck. The broken need in his tone nearly made Taehyung come all on its own, his spent cock pulsing weakly against his stomach. Jungkook's upper body pressed down onto Taehyung’s back and the added weight increased the friction of the uncovered mattress on his trapped cock that much more, and Taehyung whined needily.

“I’m close,” he gasped. “I’m so - fucking - close - Jungkook.” Jungkook’s hands found his and clutched them desperately. Taehyung wrapped his fingers around Jungkook’s and held on as Jungkook’s thrusting got shallower, faster, and more erratic.

“I want you to come,” Jungkook growled in his ear. “Come on, kitty, I need to feel it. Your ass is so amazing, I want to feel you squeeze me, I want to see you writhe.” He snarled, his thrusts redoubling. “Come for me.”

The dirty, dark tone of his voice snaked down Taehyung’s spine, fished out a sobbing moan from deep within his gut and dragged it out from Taehyung’s slack, breathless mouth. Jungkook shoved himself as deep as he could manage and held there, grinding down hard, burrowing closer and his cock pressed directly into Taehyung’s prostate. Jungkook’s weight forced Taehyung’s cock into the mattress, and that was enough for Taehyung to come undone a second time. With a pathetic, broken cry, Taehyung erupted, soaking the sheets and his own skin.

The moment he started coming and his insides started twitching and fluttering, Jungkook snarled and started thrusting wildly, the grip of his hands tightening more and more until Taehyung was sure his bones were going to crack. Still shaking and shuddering from the force of his own orgasm, Taehyung weakly pushed back and rode it out, until Jungkook sucked in a noisy breath and came himself. Sensitive as he was, the heavy pulse of Jungkook’s cock inside of him took Taehyung’s breath away. He was so full of Jungkook’s cum.

Finally Jungkook stilled, his body going lax and limp, and he was a dead weight on Taehyung’s back. His grip loosened but he didn’t pull his hands away, so Taehyung didn’t let go, dropping his cheek onto the rumpled and stained sheets. For several long moments, they both just laid there and breathed raggedly. Eventually, Jungkook pulled his elbows from under himself, lifting part of his weight off of Taehyung’s back and started pressing his lips all over Taehyung’s shoulders, lazy, gentle kisses that made Taehyung’s spine shiver in a different way.

“Mmm,” Taehyung groaned appreciatively, pushing his arms out in front of him to open his shoulder blades wider to give Jungkook access to as much of his warm skin as possible. Taehyung was spent. His body was numb, his dick was sore, and his mind was gone. His ass hurt and his legs felt heavy but he had never been so completely sated in his entire life. Jungkook collapsed beside him exhaustedly, brawny arms wrapping around him and tugging him up onto his body. Slaphappy and gratified, Taehyung let himself be arranged, until he was half on Jungkook’s chest and their legs a tangled mess.

“That was absolutely perfect,” Jungkook muttered. “Good night.” He closed his eyes, and Taehyung slapped his shoulder playfully.

“Hey! It’s not even 9 PM old man,” he pointed out.

“You wore me out,” Jungkook complained half-heartedly. But his eyes opened again, and he looked down at Taehyung, "Fineee, you want to order in dumplings and samgyeopsal?"

“Sounds perfect,” Taehyung agreed, and covered their bare bodies with the thick duvet, settling in for a nice long snuggle.