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"Are you serious right now?" Taehyung huffs out with his hands on his hips, quirking a brow in disbelief. Jeongguk just grunts and scrolls through his phone with evident disinterest. "Jeongguk."
"Hm."
"What the fuck," Taehyung groans, reaching over to grab his flat pillow out from under Jeongguk's heavy head, hitting him with it. "Stop ignoring me."
"I'm not ignoring you."
"You're not talking to me either."
"I'm busy," is Jeongguk's lame reasoning. His thumb double taps his phone screen before leisurely scrolling some more. Taehyung narrows his eyes, hitting Jeongguk once again with the pillow.
"On Instagram?"
"Who said I'm on Instagram?"
"Jeongguk," Taehyung repeats, putting his pillow down at the edge of his bed before pressing a knee into the mattress. "Come on, stop."
"I'm not doing anything."
Taehyung pouts and crawls over to his boyfriend. He plucks his phone out of his hands, pocketing the device in his hoodie and throws a leg over Jeongguk waist, straddling him. Jeongguk shoots him an unamused look.
"Talk to me," Taehyung deliberately juts his lips out the way he knows will make Jeongguk cave in. Jeongguk pretends to think about it for a fleeting second before holding his hand out.
"Phone, please."
"You have me though."
"Phone."
"Stooppp," Taehyung whines, cupping Jeongguk's impassive face between his hands. He frowns and plants a soft kiss on his boyfriends lips, trying not to get more upset at Jeongguk for not kissing back. "Why are you being this way?"
"No reason. Just tired," Jeongguk shrugs, still holding his hand out, expecting his phone. He doesn't relent on the pointed stare either—almost like he was resentful towards Taehyung for not knowing exactly why he was, in fact, more than just 'tired.'
Taehyung doesn't give Jeongguk his phone back, but he does tilt his head down at him. "Tell me why you're mad. What did I do?"
"It's nothing, Taehyung."
"You never call me by my full first name unless you're upset."
"It's nothing, Tae," Jeongguk quickly corrects himself, but the underlying irritation in his tone doesn't ease Taehyung's doubts one bit.
"Jeongguk, stop acting childish, what the hell."
"I'm not, I'm just not in the mood. You're the one pestering me."
"Because we were having a wonderful time at that frat party, but suddenly, you're dragging me away, and here I am, thinking we're gonna have some crazy animalistic sex, but nope. You throw yourself on my dorm bed and ignore me! I don't know if I did something-"
"It's not only what you did, it's also what you didn't do."
Taehyung stops his rant mid-sentence to blink down at his boyfriend, who was already staring up at him. His thinned out lips were now replaced with his own small frown.
"What?"
"Nothing, just," Jeongguk grabs Taehyung's waist, easily flipping their positions. He gives Taehyung a soft kiss on his neck before getting off his smaller boyfriend. "I'll text you tomorrow, or whatever," he looks around the dorm to find his shoes.
Taehyung sits up with his shoulders slouched and his arms limp by his sides. "Don't leave."
"Don't worry, I'm not mad," Jeongguk confirms, though his taut shoulders and blank voice betray his words. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" he pads over to Taehyung after finding his shoes, dangling them between his fingers. "Phone, please?"
Taehyung looks up. He shakes his head and grabs Jeongguk's wrist, tugging him a bit closer. "No. You aren't going to leave until you tell me what's wrong."
"Look, I'm telling you, it's nothing. I'm just overdramatic. Namjoon always warns me about toning it down from time to time."
"No, because you rarely get upset, like, ever. Especially with me, so just spit it out or else I'm going to stay up all night wondering what the hell I did back at that party."
"Don't waste sleep over it. I'll sleep it off as should you, so don't worry. Tomorrow I'll be here-"
"No, tell me!"
"Taehyung, stop-"
"See, you said my full name again. You are still upset-"
"Because you keep bothering me about it when I said it's okay-"
"You're only saying that to shut me up! I'm not stupid, Guk-"
"I'm saying it because I am okay. I'm fine, I'm over it-"
"Don't fucking lie to me, Jeon."
Something dark flashes in Jeongguk's eyes and he lets his shoes slip from his fingers, falling onto the carpet with a dull thud. "Fine. Want to know why I'm so fucking upset?" he snaps. Taehyung tries not to cower under his boyfriends heated stare. "Because you let your fucking ex boyfriend feel all up on you, and if that's not nothing, then maybe you giving him your number like his intentions weren't clear enough sure as hell did it for me."
Taehyung stares up at his boyfriend before realization dawns on him and he's left to gape his mouth open stupidly. Jeongguk just scoffs and bends down to retrieve his shoes again, but Taehyung's hands are quick to stop him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give him my number so he can do something stupid. I gave it to him as a friend. I swear."
"Taehyung, you and I both know you can never be just friends with an ex."
"You can!" Taehyung argues, still not letting Jeongguk grab his shoes that were besides his bed. "Before me and my ex were even dating, we were friends! If it makes it any better, I broke up with him because the way I felt towards him was too platonic than romantic."
"But he sure the hell doesn't feel that way towards you," Jeongguk breathes out, finally giving up on picking up his shoes—and arguing. He sighs and sits down on the bed besides Taehyung, running a frustrated hand through his dark brown curly hair. "You don't know how frustrating it was to watch him skid a hand across your back, or lean in to whisper stupid shit in your ear and then glance back at me to smirk, like he knew. Like he fucking knew it was pissing me off."
Taehyung blanches at that, sputtering out everything he can before Jeongguk can stubbornly cut him off. "I didn't know he was purposely doing that. I'm sorry. I would've told him to stop. It's just, everything he did had a reason, you know? I couldn't hear him so he had to talk directly in my ear. I kept getting bumped by drunken idiots so he-“
"I know, I know," Jeongguk tugs at the ends of his hair before letting his hand fall onto his lap. He looks over at his boyfriend, who looks like a kicked puppy. "I know you didn't mean anything. I'm taking my anger out on the wrong person. I'm sorry, baby," Jeongguk holds his hands out and Taehyung gets the message, instantly climbing into his lap, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk's neck.
Jeongguk presses a loving kiss onto his forehead before moving down to the tip of his boyfriends nose, pecking the little birthmark there he loved so much.
"I really didn't know he liked me still. I'll delete his number. I won't text him," Taehyung whispers.
"Funny how you can read my emotions like the back of your hand, but you're so unaware of everyone's feelings towards you."
"Because I love you, you big idiot hard-ass."
Jeongguk chuckles, kissing his boyfriends pout right off his angelic face. "Hmm and I'm glad you do because I'll be damned if you fall out of love with me."
"Never," Taehyung promises against Jeongguk's lips. "I'm sorry again."
"I know you are," Jeongguk thumbs circles onto Taehyung's hips. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you. Does your wrist hurt by the way? I tugged you pretty hard on the way back here," Jeongguk removes one hand from the smallers waist to examine his wrist closely.
"Jeongguk, please," Taehyung laughs now, loving how relaxed his boyfriend feels against him, the way he's smiling that endearing smile Taehyung's found himself in love with since the very first glance. "You didn't even tug that hard. I'm not fragile. I think I've proved that many times before."
"Oh really?" Jeongguk grins up at the mischievous glint in Taehyung's eyes, kissing the corner of his mouth, letting his lips linger there for a moment. "I think I need a refresher, hmm?"
"Well then," Taehyung bites his lip teasingly, loving the feeling of Jeongguk's hand subconsciously tightening on his hip. Taehyung cocks his head in question, like he knows the simplest thing would have heat stirring down south for his boyfriend. "What are you waiting for?"