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“Shiver Shiver” by Walk the Moon
“So how’s Hoseok?” Jimin asked loudly over the rain. His hood was pulled low over his eyes, and his hands were buried deep in his pockets.
It was a long walk from the dining hall to their quad. Taehyung’s parents had bought him a pretty lofty meal plan, but it had been rainy for weeks. He was living on canned soup and Kraft macaroni and cheese, sometimes with red pepper flakes to add some variety. (He used to buy Phineas and Ferb shaped noodles to shake things up, but he didn’t like how crunchy the junctures of the pasta were, and he’d rather have his mac and cheese spicy than crunchy.)
Regardless, he was tired of eating mush, and Jimin was tired of paying out the nose for his produce and lean meats and farm fresh, organic, cranberry goat cheese, so they decided to brave the weather.
Now that they were walking back, Taehyung wondered if it was worth it.
“Hobi,” Taehyung corrected, “is lovely. Things are going really well between us.”
“I can tell,” Jimin said. “You guys have become, like... symbiotic. It’s a wonder you can still exist without each other.”
“To be honest, I kind of feel like I’m disintegrating at this very minute,” Taehyung said. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen him.”
Jimin huffed out a sigh. “Well maybe you can go to his place for a change. I have a test tomorrow, and Hoseok raises the noise level of any building he’s in by like... eight decibels within ten minutes of entering.”
“Be nice. That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about.”
“What? I can’t hear you over the storm,” Jimin said.
“I said be nice!”
“What?”
“Be nice!”
“What?” Jimin asked again, smirking. In retaliation, Taehyung twirled his umbrella, whipping water off the top and drenching Jimin’s already soaked hoodie. “Taehyung!”
“What?” Taehyung shouted again mockingly, and Jimin shoved him. “Rude,” Taehyung complained. “You know, I was actually planning on going to Hoseok’s before you said anything, but now I’m thinking I’ll just invite him over. Maybe we’ll play Mario Kart. I wanna try to finish Rainbow Road without falling off.”
“God, please, no,” Jimin begged. Taehyung smiled. Hobi really was loud, especially while playing video games. He screamed the most during Mario Kart in particular, and for some reason, despite how often it happened, it always terrified him to fall off the track during Rainbow Road. Taehyung thought his shrieking was cute, even if the rest of his quad preferred silence to sound.
“Don’t worry,” Taehyung said, deciding to show Jimin mercy. “Hoseok’s roommates both went home for the weekend, and I think we’re going to try to take advantage of it, if you know what I mean.”
Jimin turned to look at him, his eyes wide with surprise. “Oh?”
Taehyung offered Jimin a nervous smile. “Yeah.”
“Oh, Taehyungie, a big step. A big step indeed.”
“Maybe,” Taehyung said, pulling his sleeves a little further over his hands. It was hard to hold his umbrella; it was so cold outside. “I just feel like... like... Well, Hobi is a safe person, you know? And I like him, and he’s nice to me, and even if we don’t get married or anything, I know he loves me now, and I don’t... I don’t think I would ever regret letting him be my first.”
Jimin blinked rain from his eyelashes, looking considerate for a moment. “You know, Taehyung, you’ve been a virgin for so long. I think regardless of who it is, it’s about damn time.”
Taehyung punched Jimin in the arm.
“Ow. I wasn’t finished, listen,” Jimin said, rubbing his bicep where Taehyung had hit him. “I think you could sleep with anyone, and it would be whatever, you know? It would just be the first time you had sex. But I think it’s good you’re choosing Hoseok because now you’ll be able to remember it as something good and like... something nice and happy instead of this gross thing you did that you wish you hadn’t.”
Taehyung felt a shiver run up his spine. “That’s what I think, too. Being with Hoseok would be good, and nice, and happy,” he said as they neared their quad.
Jimin smiled at him, his hand halfway down his pants as he searched for his keycard deep in his pocket. “You really like him, huh?”
Taehyung thought for a moment about Hoseok, and his smile, and how seriously he took everything Taehyung said (things other people would blow off), and how he sometimes wore socks to match his underwear.
“I really do. I love him, Jimin.”
Jimin’s smile widened, although Taehyung wasn’t sure if it was because of his announcement or because Jimin finally found his keycard in his hoodie pocket. “That’s good, TaeTae. And if he doesn’t love you back, then I’ll fucking kill him.”
“I think he does,” Taehyung reassured him. “I think he loves me too.”
Jimin swiped them both into the quad. “Then it sounds like you’re in for a really fun weekend,” he said with a wink.
Taehyung winked back. “I think so, too.”
“Sexual” by Neiked
Hoseok opened the door and immediately started cooing. “You’re all wet, silly goose,” he said his hands touching every part of Taehyung’s face as he pulled him into his apartment. “You have to be careful, Taehyungie, you have to be careful.”
“Get off of me, weirdo,” Taehyung complained, batting Hoseok’s hands away. He dodged when Hoseok reached to pinch his cheek, but Hoseok only tweaked Taehyung’s waist instead. “Stop it!” he yelped, doubling over. He wrapped his arms around his stomach to block off any further attacks. “Where am I supposed to put my umbrella?”
Hoseok backed off, giving Taehyung space to take off his shoes. “You can leave it out in the hall, if you want,” he offered. “Otherwise, anywhere is fine.”
“M’kay. I’ll leave my rain boots out there, too.”
“Good call.”
Taehyung untied his rain boots and set them carefully out in the hall. The last thing he wanted to do was track mud into Hoseok’s already disgusting apartment.
Hoseok was sprawled out across the couch by the time Taehyung managed to shrug off his raincoat. Taehyung lifted Hoseok’s legs up to sit underneath them. “So. Where did you say Yoongi and Namjoon were going this weekend?”
“Um... Namjoon is on some camping trip with the honors department, and Yoongi is back home to celebrate his mom’s birthday,” Hoseok answered, but he wasn’t making eye contact. Or, scratch that, he wasn’t making eye contact with Taehyung’s eyes, but he was making rather impressive eye contact with Taehyung’s lips.
“I see.”
“Hm.”
There was a pause. Taehyung leaned hesitantly forward, a hand on Hoseok’s hip. Hoseok had his legs pinned down, but as Taehyung’s thumb brushed Hoseoks’ hip bone, Hoseok sat straight up, their faces a foot apart.
Taehyung cleared the distance between them with startling speed.
His nose crashed with Hoseok’s, and Hoseok squeaked into the kiss, grappling for purchase on Taehyung’s shoulders. Kissing Hoseok wasn’t always a smooth affair. Sometimes, like when Hoseok kissed Taehyung first, things were relaxed and easy. But most of the time, Taehyung was the one to lunge for Hoseok, kissing him so forcefully that Hoseok ended up toppling backwards into whatever cushion, wall, or mattress there was behind him.
Taehyung dug himself out from Hoseok’s legs and climbed on top of him. He steadied himself by gripping at Hoseok’s narrow waist, but the second Taehyung was happily situated in Hoseok’s lap, Hoseok pulled away panting. “Woah, Taehyung, slow down.”
“What?” Taehyung asked, his pupils so dilated it was hard to focus on any one particular thing. Hoseok tapped his nose.
“Slow down,” Hoseok repeated.
Taehyung must have seemed really out of it because Hoseok waved a hand in front of his face. Taehyung blinked at it belatedly. “Wait, but I want to kiss you,” he said.
“Good. I want to kiss you, too,” Hoseok replied. “But we have all night. Let’s enjoy it. I thought we could at least watch a movie or something. You mentioned some comedian the other day...?”
“John Mulaney,” Taehyung said distractedly. He pouted at Hoseok. “But I wanted to kiss you.”
“You’ll kiss me loads,” Hoseok promised.
Taehyung sighed and looked at the TV. It was much bigger than the puny thing Jungkook’s older brother had given him; Taehyung liked watching movies at Hoseok’s place much more than he liked watching them at home. “Okay,” Taehyung agreed. “Netflix and chill?”
“Netflix and chill,” Hoseok agreed. He patted Taehyung’s legs, and Taehyung twisted around in Hoseok’s lap so he could see the TV better. Hoseok’s hands splayed out on his tummy. Taehyung felt ticklish and small. He fiddled with the remote controls as Hoseok kissed the back of his neck. He needed something that he wouldn’t mind getting distracted from halfway through.
“What do you want to watch?” Taehyung asked.
“Anything you want,” Hoseok answered, scratching Taehyung’s tummy. Taehyung couldn’t help the high-pitched giggles that escaped his throat. Hoseok let him drop between his legs, and Taehyung gasped for breath.
“That tickled,” Taehyung complained.
“Cute,” was Hoseok’s response.
Taehyung flicked through movie options and ended up picking Dirty Dancing for it’s sexy soundtrack and suggestive themes. Plus, it was an 80s dance movie, and Taehyung had seen every 80s dance movie at least twelve times. (Dirty Dancing was a gamble because of the weird abortion subplot, but Taehyung figured the movie would be background noise long before they reached that part.)
“Good choice,” Hoseok said when Taehyung pressed play. His lips dragged against Taehyung’s shoulder as he spoke. Taehyung felt something stir in his stomach.
Hoseok had much more experience than Taehyung and everyone knew it. He had slept through most of the theater department and a good half of the vocal ensemble. Their college was small, but it was still a rather impressive feat. He was living a real life Easy A, where everyone had a story about a one-night stand with Hoseok that no one could confidently discredit, not even Hoseok.
Taehyung hadn’t slept with anybody. He had never Netflix and chilled before, but there was a first time for everything. There was a first time with Hoseok. Taehyung was ready.
“Be My Baby” didn’t even get the chance to finish playing out on screen before Taehyung turned around and started mouthing at Hoseok’s jaw.
“Tae, baby-“ Hoseok started, but he was cut off when Taehyung captured his lips in a kiss. Hoseok was just so nice, and he treated him so well.
Taehyung hadn’t ever had a boyfriend who invited him over or introduced him to his friends. He never had someone like Hoseok, who entertained even his craziest plans and wildest dreams. Hoseok was a good listener and a good man, and even if he slept around some, and even if Seokjin had warned him to be careful over and over, Taehyung just really, really liked him.
For a minute, it seemed like Hoseok was about to give in. Taehyung’s heart fluttered nervously. Hoseok’s hands gripped at his ass for a moment and slid up his back. But then, gently, he pushed Taehyung away. “Taehyung, let’s just watch the movie, okay?” he asked.
Taehyung searched Hoseok’s face for a moment. He wasn’t the best at reading people, but Hoseok didn’t look like he felt like doing much kissing. He looked like he really would rather watch Dirty Dancing.
“Oh, okay,” Taehyung said, suddenly feeling over-eager and embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Hoseok said. “I just... I really want to take things slow with you.” He reached up and let the back of his hand graze over Taehyung’s cheek. “You’re special, Taehyungie. Let’s not rush it.”
“Oh, okay. I’m sorry,” Taehyung repeated. He felt a little stupid. Why did Hoseok invite him over to an empty apartment if he didn’t plan on fooling around? Why was Taehyung the only one excited?
“Cute,” was Hoseok’s response again. He kissed Taehyung’s nose. “Don’t be sorry. Just snuggle with me for now.”
Taehyung took a deep breath. “Okay,” he agreed, but he didn’t feel like watching the movie anymore. Instead, he sat in Hoseok’s lap with their chests pressed together and his hands bundled up in Hoseok’s hoodie. His cheek smushed into Hoseok’s strong shoulder.
The abortion subplot was as weird as Taehyung remembered it, if not weirder now that he was bundled up in Hoseok’s lap, wishing and waiting to have sex with him.
“Weight in Gold” by Gallant
“You’re back earlier than expected,” Jungkook said when Taehyung returned to the quad later that evening. “Jimin made it sound like you were staying over at Hoseok’s.”
“I made it sound like I was staying over at Hoseok’s,” Taehyung said. He squinted at the sandwich Jungkook had in his hand. “What are you eating?”
“Nutella and potato chips.”
“Ew.”
“It’s sweet and salty,” Jungkook argued. “And I like the crunch. It’s good.”
Taehyung stole the sandwich right out of Jungkook’s hand and took a bite. “Um, no, it’s disgusting,” he said. Jungkook shoved him, and Taehyung nearly choked on his half-chewed bread and potato chips.
“Don’t eat it if you don’t like it!”
“Well, I didn’t know I didn’t like it! You’re the one who lied when you said it was good,” Taehyung complained.
Jungkook blew a fallen piece of hair out of his eyes. “Why are you here anyway? You’re supposed to be getting deflowered.”
“Jungkook, I couldn’t possibly hate you more than I already do. Never say the word ‘deflowered’ around me again,” Taehyung said, taking Seokjin’s Greek yogurt out of the fridge. He used to hate Greek yogurt, but then Seokjin kept saying underhanded things about Taehyung’s weight and also bought some dark chocolate-cranberry granola that tasted like candy, and so now Taehyung really liked it. “But if you must know, Hoseok said he wants to take things slow.”
“Your brother’s going to kill you if you eat that,” Jungkook said, squinting at Seokjin’s yogurt in Taehyung’s hand.
“Seokjinnie won’t mind. He’ll just be happy that I’m eating healthy.”
“No, he wo-“
“Jungkookie, let me make my own mistakes.”
“Why are you here?” Jungkook asked again with all the weariness of a single mother of two under five. Taehyung did not like being compared to a small child. He was nineteen-years-old, thank you, and he was extremely mature. He hardly even wore his Star Wars pajamas anymore, only on nights when he had to get over a bad day (sort of like tonight).
“Because Hobi says I’m special,” Taehyung answered.
Jungkook’s nose twitched. He straightened out, his shoulders drawing back, and Taehyung would have to be blind to miss the protective look in Jungkook’s eye. “What kind of special?”
“Um.” Taehung hadn’t thought about that. “I don’t know.”
“Like... ‘Slow’ special?”
“I don’t know,” Taehyung said again. He frowned. “I don’t think Hobi would say something like that, though.”
“Okay,” Jungkook said, but he still looked concerned. Taehyung flushed, stabbing his spoon into his yogurt. Taehyung spent about 90% of his time with Jungkook fighting. The other 10% was Jungkook getting fiercely protective and screaming at anyone within a five-foot radius of Taehyung.
And people liked Taehyung. No one was mean to him. Jungkook would start yelling just in case.
But sometimes he had a point, and sometimes ‘special’ didn’t always mean something nice. And sometimes people like Taehyung –who were a little spacey and a little different- had to listen to their overprotective-but-well-intentioned best friends when they told them to steer clear of certain people.
Fortunately, Taehyung was confident that Hoseok wouldn’t say anything to insult him. “It is okay. Hoseok is nice.”
“Okay,” Jungkook said again. He popped the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and uncurled the bag of potato chips to make another one.
Taehyung frowned. “You’re sick.”
“Why are you here?”
“I live here, too, asshole,” Taehyung complained, taking his yogurt to go. He would rather eat up in his and Seokjin’s room than stay here listening to Jungkook’s verbal abuse and loud chewing. His night had already been shitty enough.
“Love on the Brain” by Rihanna
Hoseok said slow, so Taehyung was going slow.
His full weight rested on Hoseok, their legs tangled together. Taehyung just had one weedy arm pushing up on the mattress to keep him from collapsing into Hoseok entirely. His hips twitched, itching to roll against Hoseok’s, but if ‘slow’ was the operator, then Taehyung would be slow.
He would be so slow.
“God, Taehyung,” Hoseok swore between kisses. He ran a hand up Taehyung’s arm and onto his shoulder. His head tilted back for Taehyung to kiss his throat. Taehyung gladly accepted the offer.
The feel of Hoseok’s pulse and warm skin against his lips was enough to make Taehyung’s back arch. Hoseok made a squeaking sound, and Taehyung lifted himself up onto both arms. His nose bumped Hoseok’s as he brought their lips back together.
“Mmm, Taehyung-“ Hoseok pulled away, and Taehyung refocused his attention back to Hoseok’s jaw. “Taehyung, this is too much.”
Taehyung made some kind of noise in agreement, but it wasn’t what Hoseok wanted. The arm Hoseok had draped across his shoulders moved to shove at his chest.
“Taehyung, it’s too much. Get off.”
“Too much like... like bad too much?” Taehyung asked, pulling away immediately. He had thought ‘too much’ was supposed to be a good thing when you were seducing someone. He hadn’t meant to push Hoseok too far.
He must have looked either guilty or hurt because Hoseok immediately backtracked. “No, no, like... like good too much. Like if you keep doing what you’re doing, there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold myself back.”
Taehyung didn’t miss the innuendo. He sat back on his ankles. “Um... Well, that’s okay,” he said, shyly looking down at his wrists.
It had been a few weeks since Dirty Dancing. Spring break was coming up, and Taehyung had been hoping to celebrate it with Hoseok. He didn’t have money to leave town, but he did have money for condoms and whipped cream. He had been hoping he and Hoseok would be on the same page by then.
“No, it’s not,” Hoseok said, wincing at him. “Let’s just... let’s watch a movie or something.”
Taehyung pouted. “You always want to watch a movie.”
“I just want to do something else,” Hoseok said, kicking his feet a little. Taehyung flopped down on the bed next to him. The pillow smelled musty; Hoseok had kept the same sheets on his bed all semester.
Taehyung grabbed for Hoseok’s hand. “...Something other than kiss me?” he asked. He felt needy and rejected.
“No, no, no, of course not, TaeTae, I always want to kiss you,” Hoseok promised, kissing Taehyung’s nose, eyebrows, and cheeks to prove it. “I just- Well, what would you wanna do? You wanna go bowling? I feel like you’re always bowling.”
“I go bowling with Jungkook. He’s the one who likes it,” Taehyung said.
“Okay, well, then... Oh, I know! How about Paint A Plate? You’ve been talking for ages about how you want to go there. Want me to take you?”
Taehyung pouted. “I wanted to go to Paint A Plate on good terms.”
“Taehyung we are on good terms.”
Taehyung’s stomach flip-flopped. He didn’t want to have sex if Hoseok didn’t want to; he just didn’t understand why Hoseok didn’t want to. One of the things everyone warned him about before dating Hoseok was his insatiable sex drive. Taehyung had heard the stories. Multiple people in one night, multiple people at the same time... There was a rumor that once, Hoseok had brought a box of condoms to a party and refused to leave until he had used every single one.
That one was obviously a lie, but the fact still stands: Hoseok liked sex.
He just didn’t like sex with Taehyung, apparently.
“Okay,” Taehyung eventually agreed because he didn’t want to make Hoseok feel guilty for not being in the mood. If he said no, then Taehyung would have to listen and get over his disappointment. “I just love you, is all.”
Hoseok’s soft smile was worth it. “I love you, too,” he promised. He leaned over to give Taehyung the warmest, cutest, nicest kiss he had ever received. Taehyung’s toes curled happily. “You’re my TaeTae. I just want you happy.”
“I want you happy, too,” Taehyung said, lacing his fingers between Hoseok’s.
“I think going to Paint A Plate would make me happy. Maybe we can make matching hot chocolate mugs.”
“We could keep them here,” Taehyung said. “And then I could have a special cup for when I come over. And they could sit in the cabinet like friends. Or like boyfriends like us.”
“They could,” Hoseok agreed. “You wanna go?”
“Okay,” Taehyung said, but he was still a little pouty. Hoseok kissed his bottom lip back into place.
“Okay,” he copied dopily, and Taehyung cracked a smile. Hoseok was such a good boyfriend. He took care of him so well. Why was Taehyung rushing to have sex anyway? He was happy with their relationship just like this.
“The Fix” by Nelly
“God, I’m not okay,” Taehyung said, watching Hoseok slide into another body roll.
Taehyung had met Hoseok through Jimin and Jungkook. They were all on the dance team together, and Taehyung had been going to their showcases for as long as he could remember. Before it had been nice, but that was before his sexy, abstaining boyfriend was one of the performers.
Hoseok could do sinful things with his hips. Taehyung couldn’t help but let his eyes drag over Hoseok’s body. If this is what he did on stage, Taehyung wondered what he did behind closed doors.
For a second, Taehyung wondered what those hips had done to other people that they hadn’t done to Taehyung.
Seokjin side-eyed him curiously before turning back to the performance. “You know, as your older brother, I don’t think I can listen to you thirst over your boyfriend so loudly and so close to my ear.”
“Then sit somewhere else,” Taehyung said, his eyes glued to the performance. Hoseok could gyrate. Is that what that was? Gyrating? “Is this what gyrating looks like?” he asked, and Seokjin made a distressed noise in the back of his throat.
“You have reached Seokjin’s answering machine. Seokjin is out right now, please leave a message after the beep.”
“Seokjin, I think I’m experiencing my sexual awakening.”
“Um,” Namjoon poked his head out from around Seokjin. “As someone who can hear you guys through the walls, I can definitely attest that Taehyung, your sexual awakening happened a very, very long time ago.”
“You’d be surprised,” Seokjin said. “Taehyung is a late bloomer. He didn’t lose his first tooth until second grade.”
“I’m not listening to you anymore,” Taehyung decided. “We’ve been over this.”
“Been over what?” Namjoon asked Seokjin.
Seokjin snorted. “Taehyung thinks the reason it took so long for him to lose his first tooth is because the Tooth Fairy went bankrupt, and she needed some time to get back on her feet before she could afford to take on any more clients.”
“A quarter is a steep price by fairy standards,” Taehyung said. “If anything, I feel bad for robbing her blind. I didn’t even need those teeth anymore.”
“He’s being ironic,” Seokjin promised Namjoon.
“No, I’m not. The fairy economy is something I have a genuine and completely unimagined interest in.”
Seokjin ruffled Taehyung’s hair, and Namjoon lifted his eyebrows. “You know, I see why Hoseok likes you,” Namjoon said. “I get why you two are joined at the hip.”
Taehyung blushed and kept his eyes on the stage. “Hoseok says I’m fun.”
“You are,” Namjoon said.
“You are,” Seokjin promised, pulling on Taehyung’s ear.
The music came to an abrupt end, and the dance team landed in their final poses. The crowd erupted into cheers. As the dancers took their final bows, Taehyung got up on his feet. “I’m gonna go find, Hoseok, okay? I wanna beat everyone out to the reception area.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Seokjin said, handing Taehyung the flowers he had tucked beneath his seat. “Do you want to give Jungkook and Jimin their bouquets, too? Or are you and Hoseok gonna sneak off?”
“I don’t know,” Taehyung answered. He bundled Hoseok’s flowers up in his arms. They were snapdragons, chosen solely for the mythological name. “Just give Jimin and Jungkookie my best for now, and worse comes to worse, I’ll congratulate them when I get home.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Seokjin promised, and Taehyung scurried off. He didn’t like third wheeling with Namjoon and Seokjin. Sometimes Seokjin was more of a mom than an older brother, and that made Namjoon feel like a weird stepdad that Taehyung didn’t know how to talk to, especially when he was trying to sleep with Namjoon’s son and Taehyung’s potential step-brother.
Blended families were confusing.
Fortunately, Taehyung didn’t have to get hung up on the details for long because Hoseok surprised him with a giant hug the second he stepped out of the auditorium. “Hobi!” Taehyung squealed brightly, his feet leaving the floor as Hoseok spun him in a circle. “You did so good!”
“Did I? You saw?”
“Of course I saw!” Taehyung chirped. He kicked his feet a little so that Hoseok would set him down. “You were so smooth, and synced, and good, and I was so proud of you!”
Hoseok beamed. There was sweat on his brow and oil pooled on his nose, but he looked happy. Taehyung felt his heart start beating up in his throat. “I’m glad you came,” Hoseok said, a look in his eye that Taehyung didn’t quite understand.
“Of course I came. I love watching you dance,” Taehyung promised. He stood for a minute, staring at the shine on Hoseok’s forehead and cheeks before he just couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh, Hobi, I just love you so much. You really did do so good!” Taehyung happily threw himself back at Hoseok, and Hoseok squeezed him so tight, his feet left the floor again. “What are you doing after this?” He thought about Hoseok’s body rolls again. “Wanna celebrate?”
“Ah, well, the dance team is having an exclusive sort of after party,” Hoseok said, finally letting Taehyung go. Taehyung stumbled a little as he landed on his feet.
“So maybe we can hang out after? At my place? I think Seokjin’s gonna be at yours.” Taehyung didn’t want to sound desperate, but couldn’t stand the thought of keeping his hands off Hoseok for a second longer. After watching him on stage, Taehyung needed to touch him.
“I thought we could get brunch,” Hoseok said.
Taehyung brightened at that. “Oh, okay. Like the morning after, that kind of thing?”
Hoseok’s face fell. “Um... no, I thought I would like... you know, go back to my place, go to sleep, and then pick you up in the morning.” Hoseok looked sheepish, and Taehyung knew he looked crestfallen. Hoseok winced. “We could go to the Coffee Cup. They have the cinnamon raison bread you like. That’s a nice celebration, right?”
“No,” Taehyung answered. “Why do you want to be with the dance kids instead of me?”
Taehyung might as well have smacked Hoseok across the face, what with the face he made. “Taehyung-“
“Hey Hoseok!” Hoseok’s dance friend —Seulgi— interrupted. “Your ride’s leaving!”
Hoseok sighed. “Look, I’ll pick you up at eleven tomorrow, okay?” he asked. Taehyung pressed his lips together. “Are those flowers for me?”
Taehyung passed Hoseok the flowers wordlessly.
“They’re beautiful,” Hoseok promised. “I’ll see you tomorrow, honest. I want to see you.”
Taehyung pressed his lips together again. He didn’t say anything as Hoseok kissed his cheek and ran off.
Seokjin and Namjoon found him standing stupidly in the reception area a few minutes later. Seokjin took one look at his face and knew something was wrong. “Taehyung? TaeTae, what's wrong?”
“Hoseok’s being weird,” he said, letting Seokjin lead him outside with Namjoon in toe.
Seokjin frowned. “Well, where is he?”
“Out with his friends,” Taehyung answered. He looked up at Seokjin suddenly. “He won’t have sex with me.”
“What?” Seokjin asked, confused.
“What?” Namjoon asked, incredulous.
“I keep trying to set the mood, or ask him to my place, or push things further, but nothing works. He won’t have sex with me,” Taehyung repeated, his hands itching at his sides.
Seokjin looked a little green. Meanwhile, Namjoon looked approximately two seconds from laughing. “Hoseok won’t have sex with you?” Namjoon asked, trying and failing to hide a snicker behind his hand. “Hoseok?”
“I’m not lying,” Taehyung whined.
“But that’s ridiculous,” Namjoon said. “I mean... I love Hoseok, but he’s— Well, I mean, I don’t think he’s ever said no to anyone. Ever. He’s Hoseok.”
Taehyung’s nose twitched testily. “Yes, I know.”
“Is it something you’re doing?” Namjoon asked, and Seokjin smacked him.
“Rude. Don’t assume it’s something he’s doing. I’m sure Taehyung is great at sex,” Seokjin said, although he looked horrified right afterwards. His whole face turned pale. “Ugh, actually, I forgot. Taehyung, you’re not allowed to have sex with anyone ever.”
“Yes I am,” Taehyung said. “And I want to have sex with Hoseok.”
“Listen,” Namjoon said. “Hoseok has slept with a lot of people. Maybe the issue isn’t that he doesn’t want to, but he just wants more than you’re providing him.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Taehyung asked.
“Yeah, Namjoon,” Seokjin said, his eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, like, I know for a fact Hoseok has a box of toys in his room. I think he probably has to really try to stay engaged, what with all the different people he’s been with. Maybe you should try something to make it more interesting, like handcuffs or a blindfold or something.”
“Are you condoning Taehyung having creepy BDSM sex with your sleazy, perverted roommate?” Seokjin asked.
Namjoon frowned. “I thought you liked Hoseok.”
“I do, but not when he’s having creepy BDSM sex with my innocent, adorable baby brother.”
“I’m not innocent,” Taehyung argued.
“Taehyung’s not adorable,” Namjoon said at the same time.
There was a pause. Taehyung folded his hands behind his back, and Seokjin fixed Namjoon with the most withering glare he could manage. Namjoon sputtered.
“I’m sorry. I take this whole conversation back,” he said.
Seokjin snorted as if he expected as much. “That’s what I thought,” he said. He threw an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. “Taehyung, if Hoseok isn’t having sex with you, then he probably had a good reason. You should talk to him about it. And if he’s just being an idiot, then I will be the first person to step in and correct him.” Seokjin’s eyes darkened. “I know where he lives.”
Taehyung hummed and stared down at his toes. As much as he liked saddling up to Seokjin’s side; he missed Hoseok. He wished he could get inside his brain. Seokjin said to talk to him, but Hoseok always danced around the topic of sex like it didn’t exist.
Taehyung kicked at the ground. He would try to talk to Hoseok, and if that didn’t work he would take Namjoon’s advice. Maybe spicing things up a little would do the trick.
“Post To Be” by Omarion
Taehyung looped his arm around Hoseok’s. The weather was terrible, but Taehyung wasn’t good at staying inside for long, and Hoseok was nice enough to brave the cold with him (and the weird rain/snow/slurry mix spitting from the sky).
“I’m cold,” Taehyung said, burying his nose into his scarf.
“You’re the one who wanted to come out here,” Hoseok said, and he didn’t even sound a little annoyed, which was impressive in and of itself. Taehyung had been bouncing off the walls, desperate to blow off some energy, and it had taken some convincing to get Hoseok to come outside with him. However now that he was here, he was cool as a cucumber.
“I didn’t want to be cold, though,” Taehyung said, pouting.
Hoseok laughed at him, and Taehyung only pouted further. Hoseok rubbed his arm to warm him up. “We need to find you an outlet. Something to get your energy out. Something you can do inside, low impact... just enough to stop you from going stir crazy, but nothing too strenuous. I know how much you hate jogging.”
Taehyung saw his moment of opportunity. “I think I have an idea.”
Hoseok looked at him. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Sex.”
The smile dropped right off of Hoseok’s face. Taehyung was almost insulted by how taken aback Hoseok looked. “Taehyung, I really don’t think we should race into anything,” Hoseok said, his expression strained.
Taehyung frowned and dropped Hoseok’s arm to thread their fingers together instead. “We’ve been together since October.”
“Some people wait years to have sex.”
“Not you, though,” Taehyung said. “You’re like... known for one night stands. Lexy Pleasanton says you barely introduced yourself to her friend, Aimee, before taking her upstairs.”
“Aimee was different,” Hoseok said.
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” Hoseok said. He looked uncomfortable. “It was an ‘Anything But Clothes’ party, and she was wearing toilet paper lingerie. There’s a difference. You’re different. You’re special.”
He was looking at Taehyung in a way that, again, Taehyung couldn’t decipher. He wanted to ask what Hoseok meant by ‘special,’ but the words were caught in his throat. ‘Special’ didn’t always mean good things. Sometimes ‘special’ made Taehyung really sad.
He swallowed. “Okay.”
On the walk back to the quad, Hoseok tried to cheer Taehyung up with an embarrassing story about Jimin tearing his pants at dance practice, but Taehyung wasn’t listening. He was too busy thinking about the difference between him and Aimee.
Toilet paper lingerie.
Taehyung didn’t know if he could pull that off, but he could at least do something spicier, like Namjoon said. If Hoseok wanted revealing clothes and kissing, then Taehyung could manage.
Operation: Seduce Hoseok with Weird Shit was officially under advisement.
“Be Mean” by DNCE
Taehyung shimmied his leather pants up a little higher on his hips. Jimin smacked at his hands. “Would you quit it? They’re supposed to sit low, that’s why they’re sexy.”
Taehyung groaned and squirmed in the suffocating material. “I thought they were sexy because they’re tight and leather, like whips and stuff.”
Jimin looked at him seriously. “Don’t put whips on the table unless it’s absolutely necessary. He can manage without, I’m sure.”
Taehyung blinked. “Jimin, I am desperate.”
“Taehyung, if Hoseok’s been as faithful as it seems like he’s been, it’s been five months since his last healthy boink-fest. Trust me, he’s desperate, too,” Jimin teased, and Taehyung stuck his tongue out. The last thing he wanted to think about was Hoseok boinking anyone other than him.
Jimin stepped back and surveyed Taehyung’s outfit. Taehyung stopped making a face long enough to look down at himself self-consciously. He was wearing Jungkook’s leather pants, a black t-shirt (with a neckline wide enough to slip right down both shoulders and off his body), and enough eyeliner to pass for Elizabeth Taylor during her iconic role as Cleopatra. “How do I look?” he asked.
“Like you’ve been possessed by a sex demon, and the only way to exorcize the monster is to literally fuck it out of you,” Jimin said.
“That’s disgusting.”
Jimin smiled wickedly. “It’s perfect.”
Taehyung squirmed again. He didn’t feel like himself. He felt like a fake Taehyung, like a twin that grew up across the country in a circus instead of in his nice house with nice parents and a nicer older brother. Taehyung wrapped his arms around his tummy self-consciously. “I feel like a twin. And a sausage. A twin sausage.”
Jimin just tossed him a jacket. “You have to feel like a sausage to feel sexy. It’s all about wearing clothes that are too tight to breath in.”
“I also feel like a muffin,” Taehyung complained.
“If you’re alluding to having a muffin top, your waist is smaller than Jungkook’s and those pants look great on you. You’re just projecting.”
“But, I’m-“
“Nope, we’re leaving,” Jimin said before Taehyung could complain. “Let’s go, time to get your man.” Jimin pushed Taehyung out of his and Seokjin’s bedroom and downstairs.
Some of Jimin’s friends from dance were holding a party in their quad (A6), and the whole dance team was going, including Hoseok. Usually, the dance team was pretty exclusive. They didn’t often invite outsiders to their parties, but A6 had five girls living in it and all of them were hosting. It hadn’t been difficult to get Taehyung an invite.
The hard part, surprisingly, had been keeping it from Hoseok. Avoiding Hoseok long enough to get dressed up for him had been almost impossible, and now that he was all dolled up, Taehyung wasn’t sure if it was worth it.
He didn’t think he could handle another rejection.
“I think I might throw up,” Taehyung said, still feeling like: A) A twin, B) A sausage, C) A muffin, and D) All of the above.
“Hot people don’t throw up,” Jimin said. It was probably supposed to act as an encouragement, but it only made Taehyung feel more like an imposter. He buried his hands into his sleeves as they stood on the porch of A6.
Jimin knocked once, and within seconds, hands reached out the door like tentacles to pull them into the quad. The door shut behind them with a slam, and Taehyung quickly reoriented himself from the freezing cold wind outside to the sweaty-hot humidity inside the building.
“Go find your man,” Jimin said, putting out a hand for Taehyung’s coat. As Taehyung shrugged off his jacket, a couple wolf whistles cut through the heavy bass pounding through the house.
Taehyung didn’t like being whistled at, but he couldn’t deny the confidence it brought him. He smiled thankfully at Jimin. “Thanks, Minnie.”
“No problem,” Jimin said, disappearing upstairs.
Taehyung found Hoseok easily in the kitchen, Jungle Juice in his hand and a dopey smile on his face. Hoseok was at home at parties. Taehyung wasn’t, but if all went according to plan, they wouldn’t be here for long anyway. “Hobi,” he called, and Hoseok’s head immediately turned at the sound of his voice.
Taehyung would never forget the way Hoseok’s eyes widened when he saw him.
“Taehyung?” he asked, like he couldn’t believe Taehyung was wearing something so revealing and... black. (To be fair, Taehyung usually made it a point to wear at least one yellow article of clothing every day, and usually it was a pair of sunshine-colored rain boots. This was definitely a far cry from his usual outfit.)
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
The line was supposed to be smooth, but Taehyung knew he failed. Hoseok looked at him quizzically. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Nothing at this party, especially,” Taehyung tried again, fighting the urge to wince. Jimin had told him to speak in the deepest voice possible. He lowered his register to something huskier and continued. “Wanna get out of here?”
“We can,” Hoseok offered. “You look uncomfortable.”
“No, I’m-“ Taehyung cut himself off, realizing he was whining a second to late. “I mean, I’d probably be more comfortable if I got out of these clothes, but only if you were the one to undress me.”
Hoseok’s eyes darkened, and for a second, Taehyung thought his outfit was working. “What are you talking about?”
“Whips,” Taehyung answered, flustered. The confused look on Hoseok’s face only made him more frantic. “I mean, shoot, Jimin said to wait to bring that up. I just... I bought handcuffs, and I thought-“
“Taehyung, I’m not going to handcuff you,” Hoseok said. He threw a nervous glace to the people he’d previously been talking to. He took Taehyung by the wrist and dragged him to a less crowded spot in the kitchen. “What’s going on? This isn’t you.”
“I know.”
“You know?” Hoseok asked, looking at Taehyung like he was crazy.
“I’m possessed,” Taehyung said.
“By what?”
“A sex demon.”
Hoseok blinked. He looked overwhelmed for a minute before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Taehyung’s heart clenched painfully in his chest. He knew that look all too well. That was the look his mom gave him when he forgot his ADHD medication; it was the look his teachers gave him when they spotted him staring out the window in class after asking a quesiton. Even Seokjin gave Taehyung “the look” sometimes, and every time it made Taehyung feel awful, like he was too much and not enough all at the same time.
“Taehyung, why don’t you go home, change, and come back?” Hoseok said.
“I don’t want to change,” Taehyung said. “I... I wore this for you. You’re supposed to appreciate it, and we’re supposed to use the handcuffs and the blindfold Adam and Eve suggested, and-“
Hoseok looked stunned. “There’s a blindfold, too?” he interrupted, but Taehyung ignored him.
“And maybe we’re supposed to break out the toys Namjoon knows you have in your room, and you’re definitely supposed to like this,” he said, gesturing to himself. He could see his legs in the shiny surface of the oven door, and Taehyung knew he looked nice. Why wasn’t Hoseok happy to see him? Why was he the only person in the entire campus that Hoseok didn’t find fuckable?
Hoseok clenched his jaw. “Of course I don’t like it, Taehyung, it’s not you.”
“Why? Because I can’t be sexy?”
“Would you stop that?” Hoseok asked. “You always make this into something it’s not. You’re plenty sexy, Taehyung, I just don’t ever want to have sex with you.”
Hoseok’s words seemed to catch up to his own ears a little too late. Taehyung would have loved to stick around to see Hoseok drunkenly stumble out an apology, but also he wouldn’t love to do that, and he was lying, and he actually wanted to be somewhere very far away very fast.
Mean Hoseok wasn’t sexy at all.
“Come Get Her” Rae Stremmurd
The thing about the quads was that they were very small. The thing about having a party in the quads was that everyone was effectively on top of each other. The thing about having a fight with your boyfriend at a party in the quads was that even if you were talking with other people, you were essentially in the same room making awkward eye contact all night, and it was extremely uncomfortable for everyone involved.
Taehyung was now uncomfortable for several reasons.
- He hated his clothes. Facing another rejection from Hoseok made him feel insecure and terrible, and now he was wearing an outfit showing off a body he didn’t like.
- Everyone else loved Taehyung’s clothes and made this very evident by grinding on him and hovering in his personal space.
- Taehyung had drunk way too much by means of coping with the stress.
- Hoseok was still across the room and probably judging him for how loose his body was moving and how flushed his cheeks had become.
Taehyung wasn’t often drunk, but right now, he was absolutely wasted. Part of him was glad Hoseok was still at this tiny, miserable party so he could see how valuable he was. After all, everyone here wanted a taste. Three people had licked him already. That, or Taehyung was counting Jess’s dog licking his hand three drinks ago, but he was confident there had been licking, and none of it had come from Hoseok.
Most of Taehyung was embarrassed that Hoseok had to see him so trashed.
“That’s it, Taehyung, I’m cutting you off,” Jimin said. He had been nervously watching over Taehyung all night, but Taehyung didn’t need a babysitter.
“One more for the road,” Taehyung said, stealing a handle when Jimin took away his cup. He drank straight from the bottle.
“You’re gonna have to pay for that!” someone behind him yelled, but Taehyung didn’t care.
“Taehyung, what the heck.” Jimin took the vodka/whisky/something-gasoline-y out of his hands and capped it. But by then, Taehyung was already standing on the counter top. Once again, someone wolf whistled. This time, Taehyung liked it. “Taehyung!” Jimin squawked. “Get down from there! You’re going to kill yourself!”
“The old Taehyung is already dead,” Taehyung said, having to work extra hard not to slobber on himself as he spoke. His lips felt wet, and when he touched his hand to his mouth it came away shiny with alcohol and maybe drool. “This is the birth of the sexy Taehyung.”
A6’s TV set was blasting some hip-hop Spotify playlist, and Taehyung knew he wasn’t on the dance team, but he was feeling the beat. Two years ago, Seokjin had dragged him to Zumba on a biweekly basis. Taehyung always managed to remember a couple key moves under pressure.
Taehyung doubled over and smacked the counter top.
“Taehyung!” Jimin screeched.
“Take it off!” someone else shouted, and Taehyung had no qualms with that. He rolled his hips nice and slow as he started to stretch his t-shirt out over his elbows. Taehyung threw his t-shirt down towards the floor, but it hit someone in the face before it could land.
“Whoops, sorry,” Taehyung said, picking the t-shirt off the person’s head, before identifying the triangle-y frown of his very patient (but clearly at his limit) boyfriend. “Uh-oh.”
“Uh-oh is right,” Hoseok said. “Come on, we’re going home.”
Taehyung opened his mouth to protest, but Hoseok didn’t give him the opportunity. Instead, he picked Taehyung up off the countertop and threw him over his shoulder. Taehyung was too drunk and spineless to even do anything about it. He just hung over Hoseok’s shoulder confused and slightly nauseous.
“His keycard is in his back pocket,” Jimin told Hoseok. “Try to avoid Seokjin, or he’ll kill you.”
Taehyung groaned when Hoseok dug into his back pocket, fingers searching for his keycard. This isn’t what he wanted. This isn’t what he wanted at all.
The walk home was quiet and weird with Taehyung fighting not to puke every step Hoseok took. The only way he could make this night worse was by throwing up all over Hoseok’s back.
The quad was quiet when Hoseok stepped inside. The lights were all off. Hoseok took Taehyung up to his and Seokjin’s shared room and laid him in his bed. Now that Taehyung could see his face again, he looked mad. Taehyung was drunker than he had ever been in his whole life, but Hoseok was still obviously mad.
“Taehyung, you’re a mess.”
“You’re a mess,” Taehyung slurred back before he could tell himself to shut up.
Hoseok glared at him. “Taehyung, you don’t drink. You don’t take your shirt off in public. You don’t wear leather or eyeliner. You like strawberry juice, and hiding in big sweaters, and sometimes you wear jorts in the middle of winter.”
“I like jorts.”
“You like to DIY your own clothes with mild success,” Hoseok said. “I’m dating you because you’re not like the people I party with. I’m dating you because you’re the kind of person I want to be home with.”
Hoseok didn’t sound like he was trying to be nice. If anything, he sounded angry, like he was trying to make a point. But to Taehyung’s drunk brain, it didn’t matter. Tears piled up in his eyes. He sniffled. “Hobi, I’m sorry,” he said, feeling every bit the mess Hoseok said he was. Something was wrong in their relationship, but he couldn’t figure out what. “I don’t think I’m special anymore.”
Hoseok sighed, but Taehyung could tell he was about to take pity on him because of the way he squeezed his hand. “We’ll talk when you’re sober. But you’ll always be special, Taehyungie.”
“I just love you, and it doesn’t always feel like you love me.”
Hoseok frowned. “TaeTae, of course I love you, of course.” He held Taehyung’s hand. “We’ll talk in the morning, okay? I promise we’ll talk in the morning.”
“Okay,” Taehyung agreed because Hoseok never backed out on his promises. Taehyung could trust him, even if he couldn’t always understand him.
“Just sleep. I’ll put the trashcan by your bed in case you throw up.”
“’M definitely gonna throw up,” Taehyung whimpered, reaching out for the trashcan and curling around it, like it was a warm body instead of an empty plastic can. Hoseok kissed his sweaty forehead. Taehyung closed his eyes, tears leaking down his cheeks as Hoseok left the room.
He didn’t feel like a twin anymore. He felt like a clone, one that was made incorrectly. He was the worst version of Taehyung he could possibly be, and honestly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to Hoseok in the morning. He had a feeling whatever Hoseok had to say; it wouldn’t be good.
“Wild Ones” by Time Flies
Hoseok beamed at Taehyung when Jungkook let him into the quad. “There he is! You look like you!”
“Yeah. Me,” Taehyung said, disheartened. Hoseok didn’t think he looked like himself unless he was wearing a DIY tie dye t-shirt and thrift shop jeans with a sugar skull patch on the knee.
Hoseok sat next to him on the couch, and Jungkook scurried upstairs after closing the door behind Hoseok. Taehyung was embarrassed Jungkook had seen Hoseok come over. He was also embarrassed that Jungkook had mimed kicking Hoseok in the shins as he walked by.
“You look cute, TaeTae.”
Taehyung pulled his beanie over his ears.
“Let’s talk.”
“About what?”
“About sex, baby,” Hoseok sang, and Taehyung couldn’t help but quirk a smile. “Let’s talk about you and me.”
Taehyung’s smile fell quickly. “You, and me, and the sea of space between us.”
Hoseok sighed. “Well, I can fix that right now.” He pulled Taehyung into his lap, and Taehyung squeaked when he found himself suddenly curled up against his boyfriend’s chest rather than the arm of the couch. Hoseok pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Taehyung, I think you’re sexy.”
“No, you don’t,” Taehyung pouted.
“I do,” Hoseok promised. When Taehyung still didn’t look convinced, Hoseok’s cool façade dropped and for the first time, Taehyung saw the desperation in his eyes. “Taehyung, I think you’re sexy. Believe me, I do. I really, really... fuck, I really do. You walked into that party, and I swear, your legs went on for miles.”
“If I’m so sexy, why won’t you have sex with me?” Taehyung asked. “Why are you always stopping things before they go anywhere? Why did you yell at me last night?”
“Because... Because...” Hoseok’s face screwed up as he fought for words. “Taehyung, I love you.”
“Okay,” Taehyung said.
“No, like, you don’t get it. I love you. And I’ve never... I’ve never loved anyone before,” Hoseok said. Taehyung bit his lip and took Hoseok’s hand. He was happy Hoseok loved him, but that didn’t explain the sexual tension hanging between them.
Hoseok made a frustrated noise.
“Okay, look, Taehyung, you’re younger than me, you’ve never had sex, and I love you. And you’re dating me. Like... me.”
“What about it?” Taehyung asked.
“When you showed up to that party,” Hoseok said, avoiding the question, “You were wearing the kind of thing I used to wear to parties. But that’s not you, and I don’t want that to be you. I don’t wanna, like, ruin you, you know? You’re perfect as is, and I don’t want like... sex to change that.”
“Sex won’t change anything.”
“You don’t get it,” Hoseok said. “Taehyung, you’re like... the cutest, funnest, best, most special, awesome, great person in the world, and I’m like this seedy weirdo. Having sex with me isn’t special because everyone’s had it. Having sex with you is like... the most crazy thing ever because no one’s had it. Like I would be the only one. Ever. That’s so much pressure, especially when you’re you, and you’re great, and like... I just want to take care of you, and make sure you know you’re important, and I’m already fucking that up, so it’s... it’s... it’s a big deal.”
“Hoseok, I don’t want to pressure you,” Taehyung said. His hand gripped onto Hoseok’s harder. “And anyway, like..., I’m the only person who can decide who’s good enough to be my first, and I’ve already chosen you. Like... I’m sold. Done. You’re great. Let’s go.”
“But I’m not great.”
“Hobi,” Taehyung cooed.
“You don’t know who I was before I met you. I wasn’t... I wasn’t a good guy.”
“But you’re a good guy now. You’re the best boyfriend ever. You bought me Childish Gambino socks.”
“’Fuck you, pay me,’” Hoseok said, remembering the embroidery on the ankle. “Bonfire” was one of Taehyung’s Top 10 favorite songs.
“Yeah, see? Like... I don’t care about who you were before. I care about who you are now with me,” Taehyung said. He bit his lip for a second and continued speaking. “And who you are is the actual hottest piece of ass on the market, and if you don’t have sex with me, I’m going to die a virgin.”
Hoseok met his eyes awkwardly. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t,” Taehyung agreed.
“Seokjin is going to kill me.”
“He doesn’t have to know.”
“Um, are you forgetting that I know you?” Hoseok asked. “You’ll tell Jimin, and then Jimin will tell everyone, and everyone will tell Seokjin. He knows where I live. He has keys to my apartment. He will come murder me.”
“Well, then, it’ll be worth it,” Taehyung said, bumping his nose against Hoseok’s.
Hoseok blinked and then smiled down at him, their faces inches apart. “You know, you really are sexy. Especially from this angle.”
“So then do something about it,” Taehyung said.
“Maybe I will.”
“Not on our couch!” Seokjin shouted from upstairs, and Hoseok ended up laughing so close to Taehyung’s face he could smell his coffee breath. Taehyung giggled right back, his hands tied up in Hoseok’s. There were other ways to be intimate with Hoseok. It didn’t have to just be sex. Sometimes intimacy was sitting in Hoseok’s lap while he laughed and pressed kisses to his eyelids of all places.
Taehyung flopped onto his back and pulled Hoseok on top of him by his hoodie zipper. Being intimate with Hoseok could be innocent, but it could also be making out on the couch when Seokjin specifically told him not to.
“Just kissing for now,” Hoseok said. “Sex at my place later.”
“Promise?” Taehyung asked.
“Promise,” Hoseok agreed. Taehyung sighed in relief. Hoseok was a man of his word; Taehyung knew he could trust him.