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They’re practically running on fumes when they walk into Taehyung’s hotel room. The jet lag has not worn off yet and—though their performance in Times Square was short—they were in public for a long time. It can get tiring.
The ride back to the hotel was when everyone's energies crashed, trying to keep their eyes open and savour the moment. It’s 2020. They’re all a year older. They’ve got big things planned and places to be in the coming days. There's a comeback on the horizon.
The seven of them unanimously decided that they would just go to bed after they got to the hotel. They have time to celebrate the new year together once they are rested. Besides, they were together for the countdown to 2020 both in Korea and where they are in New York, and they’ve learned to take comfort in that fact alone: together.
The fatigue is close to making the two of them giddy. Jeongguk has yet to hold Taehyung’s hand this year and it’s probably weird how that's something he looks forward to, but right now, he does not care.
So despite the fact that they were dragging their feet out of the elevator, when they walk into Taehyung’s room, it’s with a skip in their steps and the last of their energy at their fingertips.
The moment the door closes, they look at each other and grin at the same time.
“Hi, happy new year,” Taehyung says to him, a wide smile set on his face.
Jeongguk exhales excitedly, the way one would do to psych themself up for a sprint race. “Happy new year, hyung.”
Taehyung laughs, a beautiful sound, and pulls Jeongguk into his space with both palms on Jeongguk’s face.
Jeongguk kisses him then, slow and gentle, and says, “Our first kiss of the year.”
“It’s a good one,” Taehyung breathes, still giggling a little. Jeongguk is incredibly sentimental and extremely exhausted, and that's probably why his chest tightens when Taehyung laughs, like it’s the first time he’s hearing it.
“All our kisses are good ones.” He lets go of where he was holding Taehyung’s waist and crosses his arms over Taehyung’s back to bring him closer, almost hugging him to his chest.
Taehyung snorts. “The very first one wasn’t.”
Jeongguk frowns, just a tad bit defensive. That was his first kiss, after all. “Well, neither of us really knew what we were doing.”
“Hey, I knew what I was doing.”
“Didn’t seem like it at the time,” Jeongguk pecks Taehyung on the lips. “Second kiss of the year.”
Taehyung wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders, tip-toeing slightly so he can still look Jeongguk in the eye when their bodies are pretty much glued together. “Are you gonna count every single one?” he asks. “Because you’ll lose count tonight already.”
“That a threat or a promise?” Jeongguk chuckles brightly. “I still haven’t held your hand this year.”
“What’s up with all these things of the year?” Taehyung smiles. “Are you planning to record them in a diary or something?”
“Just wanna remind myself to cherish the moments as they happen,” Jeongguk says, running the tip of his nose along the side of Taehyung's. He may not remember every single ‘first’ in his life—first word, first grade, first time on public transport by himself—but he sure as hell will try to treasure the new ‘firsts’ of 2020.
“Hold my hand, then.” Taehyung backs away, only a little, so he can place his hand between them, palm up and inviting. Jeongguk takes it immediately. “So do you have a list of first things you wanna enjoy or is this more of an ‘in the moment’ thing?”
Jeongguk ponders on that for a second. He hadn’t really thought it through. “It’s both, I think.”
“You think?”
“There’s stuff I know I wanna do,” Jeongguk explains, squeezing Taehyung’s hand. “Like this. But I’m sure there will be things that I don’t think of, that I will still be grateful for.”
Taehyung hums in understanding. “So what have you thought of?”
“Kissing you,” Jeongguk punctuates that phrase with a deep kiss. When they break apart, he continues, “I really wanted to hold your hand.” He starts to walk them both backwards toward Taehyung’s bed and Taehyung takes it with grace, letting Jeongguk lead them.
“What else?” Taehyung asks.
“Other stuff,” Jeongguk says shyly. Then, bolder, “Like sucking you off.”
The shift in Taehyung’s expression—from open curiosity to open lust, like a tide sweeping fast over his face—is worth the faint feeling of embarrassment.
They reach the bed. Taehyung sits on the edge, scooting back until only his feet are dangling off the side. Jeongguk follows him all the way though, crawling over his body until they pause, staring at each other.
“Tell me what else,” Taehyung says in his low voice.
And truthfully, Jeongguk has not thought past that in terms of dirty ideas. The rest of it is limited to ‘my first meal with all the members’, ‘our first night sleeping together in the same bed’ and ‘Bangtan's first performance on stage’. It’s not like he has been constantly coming up with a list. It was just an concept that came to him.
But Jeongguk knows what Taehyung is asking here. And he knows what to say.
“That was it,” Jeongguk replies slowly, “but now that I’m thinking about it, there’s a lot to look forward to.”
“Tell me.” Taehyung is truly gorgeous. Jeongguk thinks that he would tell him anything he wants to keep him by his side.
“Can’t wait to eat you out,” he starts, eyes falling to where Taehyung bites his lip, “take you apart with just my mouth. To be inside you, just like this.” Jeongguk leans forward, saying the rest into Taehyung’s ear. His boyfriend’s hands tangle into his hair. “Have you cling on to me, like this, moaning under me.”
“Jeongguk…” The fingers on his head tighten, scratching lightly at his scalp. It feels nice.
“Or maybe you should be inside me. Open me up with those fingers of yours. I’ll ride you nice and slow until you can’t take it anymore, ‘til you have to hold me down and just wreck me.”
“Fuck,” Taehyung mutters under his breath. “Okay, we’re never going to get to sleep now. Great job, Guk.”
Jeongguk laughs as the tension dissipates, nuzzling at Taehyung’s ear. “You asked.”
“And now I regret it,” Taehyung chuckles, shifting so he can hold Jeongguk’s face between his hands and look him in the eye. “How am I supposed to sleep when I’m just thinking about which of those we should do first?”
“Listen, I’m tired too, but you asked.” His words are distorted from Taehyung squishing his face in his big palms.
Taehyung giggles, murmuring “cute” as he lets go of Jeongguk’s cheeks to wrap his arms around his neck instead, and says, “I know I asked, okay?”
“Seriously though, what time is it back home? Why do I feel like I’m about to collapse?”
He pouts while he thinks. “Mmm, afternoon I think? Probably close to dinner time. I don’t know.”
“‘M tired.”
“I know, baby,” he sighs. “Shower first, then sleep.”
Both of those things sound really good right now. But then again… “Shower together to save time?”
“Save time, huh?” Taehyung narrows his eyes, amused.
“Well, that's the main reason,” Jeongguk elaborates, smirking. “Other motives may exist.”
“Other motives may exist,” mocks Taehyung, shaking his head. “I’m scared we’ll fall asleep in the bathroom and you’re telling me ‘other motives may exist’?”
“Stop saying sleep, it’s making me more tired.” Jeongguk groans, his forehead falling onto Taehyung’s chin. He then moves his head lower to rest on Taehyung’s chest.
“That’s why we should get moving. Come on, get up.”
He drops all of his weight down, careful not to hurt Taehyung, and just lies there on top of him.
“Oof, you’re so heavy,” Taehyung laughs, and Jeongguk can feel his breath blowing his hair. “Muscle pig, Jeongguk-ssi.”
Jeongguk hums, content.
“Yah. Get off before you break my ribs.”
Jeongguk huffs a laugh and rolls over to one side, repositioning himself. He curls over Taehyung’s side with one leg thrown over his thighs and places his hand over Taehyung’s torso.
“Comfortable now?”
“Yes.” Jeongguk nods.
“We still need to shower.”
“In a minute.”
“Okay.”
Jeongguk counts to sixty with both eyes open because otherwise they would fall asleep (or well, Jeongguk will and Taehyung would never wake him) and they would never get into the bathroom. “Okay, let’s go.”
“Another minute,” Taehyung pouts, changing his mind apparently. He is so cute.
“No, hyung, come on. I wanna sleep.”
“Yeah, me too. Okay, c’mon then.” He pats Jeongguk’s hand.
“Taehyungie hyung,” Jeongguk says before he disentangles himself from Taehyung's body.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Taehyung smiles, a tinge of redness in his ears making an appearance. “I love you too.”
It’s going to be a good year, Jeongguk thinks.