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“I had a nice time tonight.”
Taehyung has been seeing Jeongguk for a while now. They had met on a date set up by their mutual friends, a date that Taehyung at first outright refused to go on. Jimin had been the final push, reminding him of how tired he is of hearing Taehyung say how tired he is of being single. He’s in his mid-twenties, he’s had his fair share of relationships that ultimately didn’t work out, he’s had his time having fun with hookups, but now he thinks it’s time to try and settle down with someone. Hopefully for good.
Enter Jeon Jeongguk. Their first date wasn’t anything fancy, they met up at one of the best Korean barbecue restaurants downtown, which Taehyung couldn’t complain about. And if it went bad, dinner’s just simple enough to just eat, pay the bill, and end it. So when he walked in and the hostess had said the other half of his party had already been seated, he didn’t expect to see, figuratively speaking, a 10/10 full course meal sitting at the table. Taehyung definitely felt the butterflies stir in his stomach as soon as he made eye contact with the deep brown eyes that were Jeongguk’s.
They clicked very well, talking over drinks and grilled steak and pork belly. They strangely found out they have a lot in common from favorite songs, games and tv shows. How Jeongguk knows Namjoon from university and had recorded a few vocal tracks in that little makeshift studio of his while Taehyung is best friends and platonic soulmates with Namjoon’s boyfriend.
They had both enjoyed each other’s company so much that they didn’t realize just how long they’d been at the restaurant until the place was almost empty, signaling that closing time would be soon, and Jeongguk offered to walk Taehyung home.
Jeongguk asked Jimin for Taehyung’s number after that, too shy to ask him himself and eventually got the balls to ask him for a second date.
Fast forward to tonight and what would be their fourth one. Taehyung had been dying to go to this art exhibit for weeks and he managed to scrape up enough and get tickets last minute. He didn’t think Jeongguk would be too into it, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. He got a cute little text saying yes :)) and his heart may have skipped a beat or two.
“I did, too. I didn’t really realize how much detailing goes into paintings or sculptures,” Jeongguk says, hands in his coat pockets. “I mean, I used to draw when I was a teenager but it was like doodling in a notebook.”
Taehyung smiles softly. “I’m sure your drawings were museum worthy.”
Jeongguk laughs. “I’m sure a half-assed drawing of my dog is museum worthy.”
“Awwwh, you used to draw your dog?” Taehyung teases.
“My dog, anime characters, dicks.”
“Oh my god, of course you would draw dicks in your notebook.”
“Had to fantasize somehow during my discovery stage.”
They both laugh as they walk up the stairs to Taehyung’s apartment door. The banter usually lasts for a minute, they bid a goodbye and a hug, and part ways until one of them starts a text conversation before bed. But tonight, Taehyung’s not really ready to say goodbye yet.
He fiddles nervously with his key in his hand. “Do you, um, do you wanna come in?” The surprise on Jeongguk’s face should definitely explain that he wasn’t prepared for that question. He quickly glances at his phone screen. “I mean, it’s only half past eight. It’s a little early. I can, uh, make popcorn and we can watch a movie?”
The blush builds up beneath Jeongguk’s cheeks and the tips of his ears as he nods. “Yeah, I’d— I’d love to.”
They share a soft smile as Taehyung mouths “cool” (to Jeongguk or himself, he doesn’t quite know) and he unlocks his door.
Taehyung makes a decent sized bowl of popcorn, complete with two glasses of wine, as he gave Jeongguk full reign to pick a movie from his Netflix. He had settled on Train to Busan, a movie that they’ve both seen but can never get tired of, and they both get comfortable on the couch. Taehyung sitting with his knees up, Jeongguk’s legs crossed, their arms brushing each time they go for a handful of popcorn.
They’ve been innocent so far while seeing each other, not wanting to make the wrong move at the wrong time and make things or the other uncomfortable. They’ve held hands, exchanged flirty touches that lasted longer than they should’ve, shared a small chaste kiss after their second date but that’s been it.
Taehyung maybe, no, definitely wants a little more. And he thinks Jeongguk wants the same.
A quarter way into the movie and after a half glass of confidence, Taehyung puts the popcorn bowl onto the coffee table in front of them and decides to lean back against Jeongguk, grab his arm and put it around his shoulder. Jeongguk gives him a look and Taehyung gives him a smug smile back, snuggling into him. He can feel Jeongguk’s heart beat against his back, holds onto the hand that’s laying across his chest, gently tracing over the tiny tattoos littered on Jeongguk’s knuckles. This scenario, this image… it’s something he thinks he can get used to.
He likes Jeongguk, really really likes him.
It’s when one of Taehyung’s favorite scenes start that he can feel Jeongguk staring at him. He’s caught him numerous times doing so before, and Jeongguk’s told him once or twice how beautiful he thinks Taehyung is, it doesn’t make him blush any less.
“Can I help you?” he teases.
He feels Jeongguk’s chest go up and down once as he lets out a quiet laugh. “Don’t know. Can you help if I think you’re more interesting than the movie?”
It’s lines like that that can catch Taehyung off guard. He’s usually pretty good at flirting and comebacks, but there’s just something about when Jeongguk does it, Taehyung feels like he’s fifteen again and experiencing a crush for the first time.
He turns his head to look up at him, ready to tell him off for such a line, but he gets… lost. His eyes scan over the boy’s, taking in his doe eyes, the small mole that sits above his chin, his pink lips that hold such a cute toothy smile.
His lips.
Jeongguk has nice lips.
Nice, kissable looking lips.
Taehyung wants them bad.
It’s been four dates with a fucking cute boy and he wants a good, proper kiss. Sue him.
“Jeongguk.”
He thinks Jeongguk glances at his lips as well before coming back up to meet his eyes. “Yeah?” Jeongguk replies so softly, Taehyung can feel his breath over his cheek.
“Kiss me,” his voice barely a whisper.
Jeongguk takes his free hand to gently rest it against Taehyung’s jaw, tilting his head up more towards him. “Thought you’d never ask.”
It’s a little awkward at first because of the angle but they get it right in no time. Taehyung had an inkling that Jeongguk was a good kisser, and now he wishes he bet money on it because he had never been more right in his entire life. The kiss starts slow, testing the waters, and it’s so good. Each slide of their lips just leaves Taehyung wanting more.
The hand that was on his jaw has now moved to his nape, fingers tangled into the curls resting there. Taehyung was thinking about getting his hair trimmed but now he might not. Not if it means Jeongguk’s hands are in it from now on. The kiss is getting faster, heavier, and Taehyung moves so that he’s facing Jeongguk rather than have his back to him.
God, he looks so fucked out and all they’ve done is kiss.
He gently pushes Jeongguk back so he’s flat against the couch, slotting their thighs together, and he brings his mouth back to Jeongguk’s. He lets out a moan as Jeongguk sucks at his bottom lip, his hands traveling up and down Taehyung’s back and finally, underneath his shirt. He pokes out his tongue and swipes it against Jeongguk’s mouth and the boy complies, allowing Taehyung to come in and taste the lingering of strawberry wine and the butter from the popcorn and Jeongguk.
“Fuck, Tae,” Jeongguk breaths out, airy, pulling back for a second before coming back to Taehyung’s lips like he just can’t get enough. Taehyung lets out a small whimper as Jeongguk licks into his mouth, and he grinds down just the littlest bit, sliding his hands up from his chest to the beautiful dark locks of hair, angling the kiss to how he wants it.
Taehyung separates himself only to kiss over Jeongguk’s nose, cheeks, to nibbling on his ear, to lightly sucking and kissing at the pulse point on his neck.
“I could kiss you for ages,” he hears Jeongguk whisper.
“Feeling’s mutual,” Taehyung admits, pressing one more kiss to the red mark he’s just made. “You’re so hot. Such a good kisser.” He pecks at Jeongguk’s mouth between sentences. “I like you. A lot.”
Jeongguk smiles, “I like you, too. So much.”
They make out a little bit more, smiling and giggling throughout, gentle touches that give goosebumps all over Taehyung’s skin. The movie is long forgotten now, the boys too busy lost in each other and it’s when Jeongguk is leaving kisses over Taehyung’s collarbones and the little bit of his chest peeking out from his shirt that Taehyung just decides… fuck it.
“Be my boyfriend.”
Jeongguk pulls back and looks up at him, eyebrows raised. “What did you say?”
Taehyung feels his cheeks burn up. He combs back Jeongguk’s hair, bending down to kiss at the exposed forehead. “Be with me. Officially.”
“You wanna be my boyfriend?” A corner of Jeongguk’s mouth lifts up into a crooked smirk.
“Well, it has been more than three dates,” Taehyung flicks at the boy’s chin. “I suppose I like you enough to ask.”
Jeongguk presses kisses up his neck, jaw, and finally stops at his mouth. He pries it open, slipping his tongue inside, leaving Taehyung moaning and feeling like his body could turn into goo any time he kisses him.
“Is that a yes?” Taehyung asks against his lips.
“It’s a definite yes,” Jeongguk replies, kissing Taehyung’s teeth when he smiles.
“Good.”