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Kim Taehyung is really fucking hot.
Like, he knows that he’s hot in a hell yes I’m a catch and yeah, you wish I was yours kind of way, but also he’s really fucking warm.
He slaps at the top of his phone where it’s charging on his bedside table and internally groans when he sees that it’s 01:47 in the morning.
He groans again (not as internally this time) when he remembers that this fucking heat has been torturing him for the last two days and then he’s cursing the weather and climate change and the city and the apartment and the fucking dollar store down the street where they’d sold out of fans within 3 minutes of the heatwave making an appearance.
He’s laid on top of the sheets of his bed, blankets carelessly kicked down to the bottom and pillow hot despite how many times he flips it to try and find the cool side.
He huffs out loud, kicking his legs back and forth in a little tantrum, but if he’s being really honest, he just doesn’t want to suffer alone. He’s too hot and it makes him act a little childish, okay?
He wriggles enough to make the mattress move and he turns his head to watch his dead-to-the-world sleeping boyfriend bounce slightly at the movement.
Taehyung waits patiently (not really) for Jeongguk’s eyes to flicker open and offer some sort of suggestion to solve Taehyung’s misery but alas, nothing. Not even a flicker of an eyelid.
Never one to give in, Taehyung persists.
“Babe.”
Taehyung whispers into the warm air, not able to summon the energy to speak any louder. He glances at Jeongguk from the corner of his eye and silently curses him for his ability to sleep through fucking anything. That boy and his sleep, seriously.
Taehyung sighs again, lifting his head up off his pillow purely so he can dramatically slam it back down. He doesn’t know, maybe the action will create a little breeze to cool him down.
He can report back that it doesn’t.
“Babe. Jeongguk.” He flops his head on his pillow so he’s looking directly at the boy who is still fast asleep, oblivious to both the scorching heat that’s inescapable in their shitty apartment and to his restless boyfriend who just wants someone to join him in his misery, goddammit.
Exhaling one of his more dramatic sighs - more of an acceptance that his little shit of a boyfriend isn’t going to be of any help here - Taehyung glares once more at Jeongguk before throwing his legs over the side of the bed and making a move to sit up.
Taehyung takes a moment to push his hair back of his face and wipe at the sweat that’s gathered on his upper lip. Gross, he thinks to himself, and then carefully considers a cold shower.
As he’s weighing up the pros (certain relief from the heat and sweet, sweet cold soaking his body) and cons (actually having to get in the shower) of his idea, a scorching hot hand dances over his hip, tugging back lightly. Taehyung can just about feel his internal thermometer blow and he literally can’t handle anything that will make him feel hotter. Without thinking, Taehyung reacts and swats harshly at the source of the heat. A yelp echoes behind him.
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that for?”
And okay, so Taehyung feels a little bad when he turns around and sees his sleepy, beautiful boyfriend with his eyebrows furrowed, rubbing at the wrist that Taehyung’s just slapped away.
But then he remembers how Jeongguk had slept so peacefully through Taehyung’s tossing and turning, so maybe he deserved it. Maybe.
“I’m too hot,” Taehyung whines, eyes tightly closed and facing the ceiling just because he likes the drama of it.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Jeongguk says, and the fact that he’s cool enough to be making stupid jokes nearly tips Taehyung over the edge.
“Fuck off. It’s like a fucking sauna in here.”
“The window’s open.”
“I know the window’s open but the fucking city is like the Sahara desert. I’m fucking over it, Jeongguk.”
“I know you are, babe,” Jeongguk replies, voice suspiciously soft.
Taehyung whips his head back around from where he’s been staring at his knees.
“Are you kidding me?” Taehyung gasps. “Are you for real? Are you really going back to sleep right now?” Taehyung turns himself fully so he’s sat back on the bed, legs crossed and facing his boyfriend with eyes of fire.
“Should I not be going to sleep at 2 in the morning when I’m laying in my gorgeous bed with my gorgeous boyfriend? Sorry, I must have misread the signals,” Jeongguk says sarcastically but he makes sure his eyes are open. He might be a sarcastic little shit but he doesn’t have a death wish.
Jeongguk turns over from where he’d been laid on his side and settles in a type of mini starfish across the bed.
Taehyung wastes no time in shoving his legs back over onto his side.
“Woah, woah!” Jeongguk calls as he’s almost pushed off the bed. “What’s with the violence?”
“I’m too hot!” Taehyung wails. “I’ve been awake for ages now and you’ve been fast asleep and it’s not fair!”
In his defence, Taehyung knows how fucking childish he sounds but he really just wants the temperature to drop back to normal to he can snuggle into his blankets, cuddle his boyfriend and sleep peacefully for the first time in what feels like fucking ages. Is that really too much to ask?
Jeongguk’s smiling at him. Taehyung hasn’t actually looked up from where he’s holding his head in his hands but he can feel it.
“So you’re mad at me because I was asleep when you weren’t?”
“Well, when you put it like that it sou-”
“Okay. What can we do to cool you down?”
Taehyung looks up from his hands this time and stares directly at Jeongguk.
He’s laid back on his pillows, legs resting on his side of the bed and looking as relaxed as ever.
His bare chest is glistening with a little sheen of sweat in the moonlight that’s coming from the window in the corner and Taehyung feels a little better in knowing that Jeongguk is actually a tiny bit affected by the extreme heat. But still, not as much as Taehyung is which is totally unfair.
“I just want to cool down,” Taehyung says quietly, flopping himself back down onto his pillow and then flipping it over again to try and find a cooler spot.
Jeongguk is doing that fond smile at him from where he’s watching him from his pillow and Taehyung’s heart swells a little bit.
“Okay, baby. Let’s cool you down,” Jeongguk says decisively and sits up, swinging his legs off the bed and padding his way towards the bedroom door. “Take your boxers off. Less material clinging to you the better.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at him across the room and he knows that despite the dark, Jeongguk knows the pointed look that’s been thrown at him.
“I’m not fucking you in this heat,” Taehyung says, just to be clear.
Jeongguk laughs loudly and Taehyung fucking loves that noise, loves being the one who gets to make him laugh like that and the one who gets to witness it every day. But he’s still not having sex with him until this fucking heatwave has gone on it’s merry way.
“Well shit, there goes my plan,” Jeongguk teases. “Come on, strip! I’ll be back in two,” he continues before slipping out of the door.
It might be nearly 100 degrees in this bedroom but Taehyung can’t help but watch Jeongguk’s peachy little boxer clad butt leave the room. He might be hot but he’s still human.
Taehyung follows his order and flings his underwear across the room in the direction of the laundry hamper before spread eagling on the bed, straight across Jeongguk’s side.
He’s about 85% sure his throw was nowhere near where he was aiming for and his suspicions are confirmed by Jeongguk’s tut as he re-enters their bedroom.
Taehyung squeezes his eyes closed because he is absolutely too hot for a lecture on leaving his shit around the apartment right now. Thankfully, Jeongguk can read Taehyung perfectly and simply clicks the door shut behind him.
Taehyung peels one eye open to peer up at his boyfriend and the stack of items he’s carrying in his arms. He’s distracted for a moment when, with a practised flick of his foot, Jeongguk catapults Taehyung’s offending underwear across the room and into their rightful place in the hamper.
Taehyung’s a little impressed and to be honest, he’s distracted from the heat for a second when he thinks about how practised that move looked. Then he remembers it’s too fucking hot and that he does leave his underwear on the floor sometimes, so Jeongguk’s probably had more practise at that than he should have.
Taehyung makes a mental note to work on that. Then he whines out loud to get his boyfriend’s attention. Like he said earlier, he knows he gets childish when he’s warm. He’d apologise but there’s nothing he can do about it.
“I know, babe. I’m here. Get your legs out of th-” Jeongguk doesn’t even bother to finish that sentence, just shoves at Taehyung’s sprawled out legs with his one free hand and ignores the whine when Jeongguk’s hand touches his skin.
He settles on the bed sat up with his legs crossed, just like Taehyung was earlier, and throws the items he’d piled in his arms onto the bed between him and his boyfriend.
Taehyung sits up on his elbows to see what exactly his boyfriend’s plan is.
“Okay, so. We’ve got ice cold water,” Jeongguk says whilst passing Taehyung a bottle straight from the refrigerator. “Gotta keep my baby hydrated. Drink up!” he says before downing a water bottle himself.
Taehyung watches his throat as he gulps down the water and then his eyes trace the droplet that escapes his mouth and trickles down towards his jaw. This is absolutely not helping his temperature cool down, so Taehyung does the sensible thing and averts his gaze, sitting up and gulping down his water.
He feels like he’s not had anything to drink in days, despite drinking a cup of green tea before bed.
Jeongguk had told him that apparently drinking hot drinks helps you to keep cooler, and Taehyung thinks he fucking lied.
Taehyung’s empty bottle is whipped out of his hand and placed alongside Jeongguk’s on his nightstand.
“Okay. Hydration - check. Next - peas.”
“Peas?” Taehyung asks in disbelief. Jeongguk pulls a bag of frozen peas out from the bottom of the pile and shoves at Taehyung’s shoulder until he’s laying down.
“Peas.” He confirms. “I was looking for the ice pack we had in the freezer but I think Jiminie still has it from when you two were playing the floor is lava after all of those bottles of soju.”
Taehyung’s mind quickly flicks back to the blur of that night; the drinking, the dancing, the laughing and then the shriek as Jimin jumped from the chair to their couch and completely missed, landing in a giggling heap on the floor.
His ankle had swollen to almost twice it’s size and Jimin and Taehyung knew that that wasn’t a good thing, but in their state, they weren’t quite sure what to do about it.
Before the panic could really set in, Jeongguk - gorgeous, caring Jeongguk - had slammed the door behind him after a long shift. He’d laughed when he saw his boyfriend and best friend sprawled on the floor, then reacted fast as he’d seen Taehyung’s look of panic and Jimin’s blown up ankle.
He’d heaved Jimin up to rest on the couch, elevated his foot and slapped the ice pack from their freezer on there for the swelling.
Taehyung remembers watching from the chair beside the couch, all doe-eyed and hopelessly in love at the tenderness of his boyfriend.
He feels a bit like that now, to be honest, as Jungkook regurgitates the information he’d probably googled in the kitchen earlier about how frozen peas can cool the core body temperature down if applied for long enough.
He knows he’d made the right decision all of those years ago when Jeongguk had nervously asked him on a date when Taehyung’s heart stutters a little as his boyfriend slaps the bag of peas onto his forehead.
He doesn’t know if it’s the sheer relief at having a tiny respite from hot, hot heat or just one of those overwhelming moments when he feels so grateful and so lucky that Jeongguk’s his and so good to him but Taehyung feels a little dizzy with it.
Jeongguk leaves him be for a couple of moments, lets him indulge in the heaven sent feeling of ice cold on his forehead.
“You ready for the next part of the plan?”
Taehyug nods his head and Jeongguk automatically pushes the bag of frozen peas back on there when it inevitably slips to the side.
“‘Kay. You’ll have to sit up for this part. I don’t want you to choke,” Jeongguk says as he busies himself with what sounds like a plastic wrapper.
“Babe, what did I say? Literally any other time, but I’m not fu-”
“Jesus, Tae. No,” Jeongguk’s laughing again, presumably at his boyfriend’s misguided thoughts. Instead of explaining straight away, Jeongguk touches an ice cold tip against Taehyung’s hip and smiles smugly as his boyfriend shrieks.
“Popsicles,” Jeongguk says, waving two iced lollies in the air.
Taehyung’s mouth salivates at the sight in front of him - the popsicles mostly, but also Jeongguk mouthing at the tip of the strawberry treat.
Jeongguk catches Taehyung staring at him and wiggles his eyebrows mischievously as if he knows exactly what he’s doing, before sending his boyfriend a wink and holding his orange popsicle just out of reach so he’ll have to sit up.
Taehyung fucking loves orange popsicles and fucking loves his boyfriend.
“Love you too, babe,” Jeongguk says as he repositions the bag of peas on the back of Taehyung’s neck after passing him his popsicle.
Taehyung hadn’t realised he’d said that out loud but it’s true and he doesn’t regret it.
He happily sucks on the popsicle for a couple of minutes. Usually, the sound of smacking lips and sucking noises can be heard in their bedroom but this time, it’s totally innocent.
Taehyung verbalises this thought to his boyfriend.
“Tae, I’m literally having to watch you almost deepthroat an orange popsicle and I’m desperately trying to keep my thoughts clean. Please don’t draw my attention to it,” Jeongguk says, smiling brightly when Taehyung bursts into giggles.
This night isn’t turning out to be so bad, Taehyung thinks. He’s starting to feel a little cooler and he’s eating a popsicle in bed at 3 in the morning with his favourite person in the world. There’s been worse nights, he admits.
The wooden stick that’s left behind after he’s savoured the last of his popsicle is quickly thrown onto the night stand along with the empty bottles and Taehyung has a bit of a problem.
“I’m sticky,” he notes.
“Are you not feeling any cooler?” Jeongguk asks, clearly concerned and fuck, Taehyung loves this boy so much.
“No, no! I’m feeling much better. Nowhere near as hot,” Taehyung replies and smiles softly when he sees Jeongguk’s shoulders and furrowed eyebrows visibly relax. “I’m just - I’m literally sticky,” he says, holding up his fingers where they’re stained orange from where the popsicle had melted in the extreme heat.
“Oh,” Jeongguk laughs, and then leans in.
He takes Taehyung’s nearest hand first and brings it to his lips. Taehyung’s eyes are fixed on where Jeongguk’s perfect tongue is poking out of his mouth. He licks once from the base of Taehyung’s pinky finger up to the tip, then swirls it around until his finger is clean.
Taehyung is glaring hard at his boyfriend, pointedly ignoring the swirl of heat in his belly.
“Mmm. Tasty,” Jeongguk smirks before setting to work on the rest of Taehyung’s long digits.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” Taehyung remarks as Jeongguk’s magical tongue works up and down the eighth finger, sucking more than he needs to.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” is the response.
Taehyung can’t reply because he’s focusing really hard on, well, not getting hard.
He thinks his torture is over when Jeongguk finally lets up on the last finger, but then he licks over Taehyung’s palms.
Taehyung vaguely thinks this should not be turning him on because this is what dogs do but the heat must be sending him mad because it fucking is.
“Guk,” Taehyung warns, but Jeongguk is relentless in his quest to clean Taehyung up.
His perfect, hot (hot, so hot) tongue glides it’s way down to Taehyung’s wrists, sucking lightly on the pulse points. He licks wide over his right wrist, once, twice and Taehyung is this close to moaning out loud when Jeongguk suddenly blows.
The hot air from his mouth meets the damp patch on his wrist and all Taehyung can feel is cool, cold, so good and he finds his mouth parted in euphoria.
“Shit, do that again,” Tahyung demands, and Jeongguk dives straight back in.
Taehyung feels the cool sensation flood about his body and forgets quickly about how good it feels sexually and focuses on how fucking good it feels temperaturely.
In the back of his mind, Taehyung is well aware that that is definitely not a word but right now, he can’t bring himself to care.
“Shit, babe. If only I’d known I could get you this worked up by blowing on your wrists. My life would have been a lot easier these last couple of years,” Jeongguk laughs.
“Oh fuck off, you know you work me up by just being you,” Taehyung admonishes, feeling his pulse spike at Jeongguk’s smug smile. “Why does that feel so good?”
Jeongguk shrugs his shoulders, licks and blows once more, and then says, “Googled it. Said that cooling your pulse points stops you from overheating.” He repeats his delicious process on the other wrist. “Thought about tackling your pulse on your neck but we know how that usually ends,” he says, winking.
“Maybe when the weather’s gone,” Taehyung suggests, noting how much he wants that to happen.
“Maybe,” Jeongguk promises quietly, both of them knowing that ‘maybe’ is a ‘definitely.’ “How are we feeling?” he asks, pulling back and letting Taehyung’s wrists drop from his mouth, still holding on to his hands.
Jeongguk can tell the answer before Taehyung’s even verbalised it because he’s not knocked his hands away just yet.
“So much better.”
“Nearly ready to sleep?”
“Almost,” Taehyung replies sheepishly.
“Okay. Last part of the plan. Lay back down,” Jeongguk says.
Taehyung does as he’s told without a fuss (he doesn’t do that often) and lays expectantly back with his head resting on the pillow.
Jeongguk removes the now warm pack of frozen peas and shoves them on the nightstand. Taehyung considers telling him that if they leave them there, it’ll be a waste but his thoughts are quickly distracted when Jeongguk drops a single ice cube on his soft belly.
“Ah!”
“Stay still.”
Another ice cube is dropped, then another, in a straight line from Taehyung’s belly button up to the centre of his ribs.
Taehyung’s wriggling from the cold and he feels Jeongguk’s hand press on his chest lightly to stop him moving. His fingertips are cold from where he’s been handling the ice cubes and it makes Taehyung shiver.
Jeongguk looks smug as he whispers, “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere,” then drops another ice cube to Taehyung’s chest.
He pops one of the ice cubes into his mouth, and again, Taehyung’s smug that Jeongguk is bothered by the heat, even if he doesn’t show it quite like Tae does.
A small smile settles onto his face as Jeongguk sucks on the ice cube as he moves the ice cubes along the planes of Taehyung’s chest and stomach, careful not to let them drip too low but not caring if they melt off the sides of Taehyung into the sheets below.
Taehyung’s smug smile drops quickly off his face when Jeongguk leans in, ice cold lips and teeth and tongue latching onto Taehyung’s nipple, causing goosebumps to rise all over Taehyung’s body.
“Oh you motherf-”
“Just helping you cool down, babe.”
“You know exactly what will happen if you keep that up,” Taehyung warns and lifts Jeongguk by a firm grip on the back of his neck.
Jeongguk goes easily, always will wherever Taehyung is involved and settles over Taehyung - careful not to touch because it really is fucking hot.
Taehyung’s staring up at him, doing that thing with his eyes where they go all wide and honest that makes Jeongguk melt, leaving him burning inside in the best type of way.
He reaches up and puts his hand on Jeongguk’s cheek, not minding the tacky film of sweat that Jeongguk knows is there and he rubs his thumb back and forward lightly.
They don’t need to speak to be able to communicate. That’s one of the perks of being together for the four years that they’ve celebrated.
Jeongguk fucking loves how safe and warm that makes him feel and he’s about to tell Taehyung, “Shit, it is hot in here,” just to hear him laugh but Taehyung can probably tell he’s about to ruin the mood so he pulls him down to his lips.
Taehyung’s lips are hot and wet and perfect when they meet with Jeongguk’s ice cold ones, a perfect complement to each other and the perfect metaphor for Jeongguk and Taehyung as a couple.
Opposites, complementary, and you can’t have one without the other.
Taehyung’s convincing himself that the reason why he’s so desperate to feel Jeongguk’s tongue all over his mouth is just because it’s so deliciously cold still, but Jeongguk pulls back.
“Wow, okay. We’ve gotta stop that,” he laughs, flinging himself backwards to lay on his pillow next to Taehyung.
Taehyung whines in response. Childish, remember?
“Soon, baby. I’m Amazon priming a fucking air conditioning system tomorrow.”
“Ha! So you are warm!”
“Nah, just can’t keep my hands off you,” he says simply, and then asks, “Are you feeling better?” as if his honesty still doesn’t floor Taehyung even after all of these years.
“Um - yeah. Yeah, thanks, baby.”
Jeongguk smiles, as if making Taehyung feel better is the best thing he’s ever done. “Good. Now get some sleep. Wake me up if you need me,” he says as he settles into his pillows, turning on his side to face Taehyung.
“Love you,” Taehyung whispers into the air.
“Love you back.”
Taehyung’s heart is doing that flippy floppy thing where it feels like it’s about two sizes too big to fit into his chest with all of the love that’s in there for and from this man beside him.
He’s kind of aware that he’s fidgeting a little but this time it’s not from the heat.
A hand reaches out from beside him and rests lightly on his hip, but he doesn’t bat it away this time.
“What’s up?” Jeongguk mumbles, half asleep already.
“You’re far away.”
“Thought it was too hot to be anywhere near me. I remember being slapped away earlier,” Jeongguk remarks sleepily, teasing.
“Baby,” Taehyung whines once before being hoisted into his boyfriend, back resting perfectly against Jeongguk’s chest, legs intertwined so he’s not quite sure where Jeongguk’s start and his end.
“Better?”
“Much.”
“Great. Now go to sleep.”
Taehyung can already kind of feel the film of sweat reforming on his back and the spot where Jeongguk’s breathing against his neck already feels damp. He knows he’s going to regret this when he wakes up in the morning but for right now, he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.