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The last time Taehyung had seen Jungkook, the latter was merely 16 years old, innocent, petite and shy. The kind of boy who blushes when you greet him.
Taehyung had been entranced by his beauty, his shyness, his awkwardness and even more so by his innocence.
The older boy used to be different back then, 18 years old and living life. He drank and partied and smoked a bit too much but that didn't stop him from good grades and a unique personality.
The first time Taehyung had laid his eyes on the boy, he knew he wanted him, all of him.
Jungkook was made fully aware of the older boy's intentions by Taehyung himself who refused to leave the boy alone.
Taehyung had only seen him as a good fuck, good enough to keep around for some time. Jungkook on the other hand, wanted to get to know him better, go on dates.
Now, 8 years later, Taehyung came face to face with the younger boy. He was different, so so different, taller, broader, the crisp expensive black suit hugging his muscles handsomely. Every trace of the shyness, the innocence gone from him. His body radiated confidence, success. Dominance.
Taehyung scoffed despite himself. He still remembered how the other had begged him, pleaded him to stop his teasing and fuck him properly, to fill him nice and good.
"Taehyung,"
The familiar quiet voice albeit with an edge of maturity in it brought the now silver haired boy back to reality.
Taehyung blinked a couple of times before looking into the younger's eyes, finding no trace of the shy innocence of Jungkook, Kookie as he used to teasingly call him back then.
Suddenly he felt guilty.
Guilty for taking the then underaged boy to that seniors party 8 years ago. Guilty of leaving him alone. Guilty of the rape the younger had to face because of him.
"Taehyung,"
This time Taehyung stepped back from Jungkook who looked at him with a unreadable poker face.
God Jungkook still hated him. Hell even he hated himself.
"It wasn't your fault, Taehyung. It was 8 years ago,"
Jungkook murmured, voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
"It was and you know it."
Taehyung willed himself to speak, eyes focusing on the makeshift bar of the basketball court.
High school reunions were definitely not his thing. But Jimin had forced him, threatening Taehyung to eat all his private stock of gumi bears and giving him a blow job the next time he talked to his boss over the phone.
Knowing Jimin and his ability to keep his word no matter what, Taehyung hastily agreed to the reunion.
Jungkook signed, running a hand through his jet black hair.
"Why are you angry with me? I was the one who got hurt, not you. And in the end you got what you wanted didn't you?"
"I'm not angry with you Jeon. I'm angry at myself for letting that happen to you," Taehyung answered ignoring the younger's question.
Yes, he had wanted sex. But he had saved Jungkook from the guy and took care of him afterwards and as days passed, he realized he didn't just want sex. He wanted to love him, care for him. Hold him close and never let go.
He still didn't understand why Jungkook had wanted to have sex with him that fateful night.
Maybe it was the alcohol in his blood cause he agreed.
"It wasn't your fault, Taehyung but what hurt me is that you left"
"And you didn't look back. Not once."
The older boy had got into an art college in Seoul, and he took the offer, leaving behind his family, Jungkook and Busan in an instant.
The feelings he felt for the younger boy had scared him, he'd never felt like this for anyone before. And so he ran. Away from his abusive family, away from his problems and away from Jungkook.
"You know I had no choice"
Taehyung mumbled, his heart aching.
Jungkook sighed again, staring at the glass of scotch in his hand.
"No matter what I say to you, you won't change" the younger mused, staring at Taehyung who refused to meet his eyes.
"It was good seeing you. Goodbye TaeTae,"
was the last thing he heard before Jungkook walked away.
His knees felt like jello all of a sudden, the nickname bringing back so so many memories.
"Goodbye Kookie" was the only thing he could say.
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He remembers agreeing to something with his best friends, but what he couldn't remember.
Taehyung wanted to ask questions, ask them why they were walking in the freezing weather, shoes scraping against the concrete sidewalk, but somehow all that came out of his lips were giggles and squeals as they walked along, joking and laughing loudly.
The alcohol was buzzing in his veins, and was starting to make him a bit dizzy.
He remembers going to at least 2 pubs before and were most probably walking to another one. Pub crawl? Okay that'd definitely be Hobi's idea.
Suddenly Taehyung slipped and was about to fall but a strong arm gripped him out of nowhere, steading him before pushing him roughly back on his feet.
Jungkook.
Taehyung giggled and wrapped his hands around the younger's bicep.
"I like it when you're rough with me"
Jungkook stiffened slightly before removing the older's hands from him with a soft grunt.
Tae pouted but still followed his friends to the next pub.
It was warm inside, the multiple fire places lighting the place as well as providing much needed warmth.
Namjoon led them to an empty corner booth ordering the first round. The waitress took the order, smiled and went back to the bar.
Somehow Taehyung found himself squished between the wall and none other than Jeon Jungkook.
Taehyung wished he hadn't made a fool out of himself before in the street. But he missed him. 10 years and he still missed him. He doesn't care if his Kookie's changed, he knows his heart is the same.
And Taehyung just wants Jungkook in his arms.
"Yah Taehyung-ah what about you?" Yoongi said to him. Taehyung looked at them with confusion, blushing that he'd been caught daydreaming.
Fuck he should stop thinking about Jungkook in public when he's drunk. Or at all. And fuck he's hoping that the warm hand on his thigh belongs to Jungkook.
"Hmm?" He asked staring at his mint haired friend. "Taehyungie when was the last time you went out with someone? Got laid?" Jimin giggled in his usual chirpy voice that he adored. However the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows told him the pink haired boy knew more than he was letting on.
"Oh well... last week Jimin-ah," he lied, hoping his friends won't see through it. Jin laughed shaking his head while Hoseok whistled and Jimin elbowed him in the side.
"Yah! You dog! When did you get like this?" Yoongi laughed. "Hyung he was always like this," Namjoon teased.
Taehyung just grinned, taking a large chug of his beer.
How would they react if they knew that he, Kim Taehyung, didn't want, didn't like sex anymore? All his whoring around in high school and here he is, avoiding sex at all costs?
There's a term for that, Taehyung thought. Asexual? Yep that was it.
But he was sure they'd think something was wrong with him.
As the rest continued their drunken conversation, Taehyung felt the warm hand rubbing slow circles in his upper thigh.
"Jungkook" he whispered softly. However the younger boy continued talking, occasionally sipping his beer, completely ignoring Taehyung. The hand crept higher now resorting to squeezing every now and then.
A familiar warmth spread in his lower body and something he hadn't felt in a long long time - desire.
"Jungkook" he whined softly, trying not to be heard by the others.
When the younger's fingers dug into a particularly sensitive spot in Taehyung's inner thigh, a loud gasp left Taehyung's lips.
Everyone turned to stare at him in confusion, Jungkook included. Damn this kid.
"I – its n-nothing," he stuttered as best as he could with Jungkook's hand tugging down his zipper, finger tips brushing softly against his clothed dick.
Taehyung bit his lip hard. He barely took care of himself, him being always too busy to do so. Now after all this time a foreign hand touching his dick felt so good, igniting a sharp tingling sensation shoot throughout his body.
Well not exactly a foreign hand, he still remembers the best handjob ever he got from Jungkook, back in high school.
Taehyung continued letting out quiet whimpers and moans, muffled by his own hand as Jungkook's hand, which had by now pushed aside the thin material of his boxers, worked magic on his dick.
He was 100% sure Jimin had heard, if not seen, everything that was going on under the table.
Suddenly the raven haired boy leaned in close to Taehyung, lips touching the shell of his ear.
"Baby boy if you keep making those noises I'm gonna have to fuck you" he growled.
Those words, that tone, their close proximity almost had Taehyung coming right there.
"Bathroom. Now. I want you stripped and naked like a good boy, hmm?"
The older boy almost had whiplash nodding his head.
This is how Taehyung finds himself getting fucked in a washroom stall at 2 in the morning of a bar he didn't know the name of.
And honestly he doesn't mind one bit.