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With a ring of the bell, Taehyung’s head turns to look at the door of the coffee shop.The lighting is warm and bright, and the smell of coffee beans fill his nose as he stands behind the counter. It’s autumn, mid-September, and the colours outside are a wonderful orange and red and brown, the weather is bleak; and the clouds are grey but with the warmth of the cafe, he’s protected from the cold weather for a few more hours until his shift ends.As an art major at 21, a barista isn’t the worst of all jobs, after all his boss Seokjin says that his smile is enough to satisfy the customers (and his bank account), with barely any assistance needed. Perhaps, his natural charm was stronger than he thought, or maybe he’s just good at what he does.He didn’t know how it started though, the aversion of his attention, his head turning to see the next customer walk through the door, how the ring of the bell made his heart jump with excitement and his stomach fill with nervousness, a swarm of butterflies.
Okay…
Maybe he does know how it started, it’s just that his life as a student had become dull with the assignments and the lack of partying…and work; he’s taken interest in watching customers.A certain customer in particular has peaked his interest.A customer, with dark hair and almond shaped brown doe eyes, a scar on his left cheek and pursed pouty lips. It’s strange, because he’s never taken such strong interest in just one customer, but there’s something about the boy that made him fill with excitement. Taehyung just likes watching him. And he never thought of himself as someone who would enjoy voyeurism but the pretty boy with the dark hair just makes it impossible to take his eyes off. He’ll explain.The boy comes in everyday and though there’s no regular time, his attendance is 100%, so when he turns to the door he hopes that it’s the boy with pretty, pursed lips and with his baby face, who likes his coffee pitch black and makes weird faces when he gulps the drink. The drink doesn’t suit him at all, especially with the way his nose scrunches in disgust every time he takes a sip. And yet every time Taehyung has made his drink, or watched him get served, he’s ordered the drink. Even though, he doesn’t finish the drink. Everytime Taehyung goes to clean up after him, he’s noticed that his cup is always less than half way but more than empty.The boy confuses Taehyung, and he’s amazed at how he still orders the drink every time he’s been to the café, Taehyung wants to ask him why he orders the drink, what his name is and if he knows that he kind of resembles a bunny.The door rings and Taehyung’s head turns towards it, as if it’s his second nature, and his heart beats rapidly in his chest when he sees the boy with the bunny teeth. He makes his way to the till.“May I take your order?” Taehyung isn’t sure as to why his voice drops an octave, however, he can’t deny the sudden confidence in his voice is…attractive.He contemplates his order, Taehyung wonders why he does it since he’s probably going to order black coffee as usual. Taehyung was excited, he usually makes the drinks, it’s just how this month schedule is but since his co-worker isn’t in and he’s the only one at the till, Taehyung gets to take orders (and names), as well as making and serving them. He shouldn’t be this happy about doing additional work, but his heart is leaping with joy and he can’t help the little rush of adrenaline that comes with the chance to talk to the younger.“A medium black coffee, please.” The angel in front of him says, his voice is soft and breathy as if there’s no hint of badness in it.“And your name?” The brown haired older asks, popping the lid off the black marker.“J-Jungkook.” The boy, now known as Jungkook stutters, Taehyung tries not to smirk at his nervousness as his cheeks flush pink.“Would you like anything else?” Taehyung asks and for a second, he sees a look on Jungkook’s face, as if he’s going to say something but, he stops himself and shakes his head.“No, no thank you.”“Okay, one black coffee coming right up, Jungkook .”As he makes the coffee, he can feel Jungkook’s gaze on him, he eyes his arms when he grinds the coffee beans. As he waits for the water to boil; Taehyung turns and gives him a look; a playful, teasing smirk with his eyebrow raised as if he’s saying; ‘ I know’ .Jungkook’s face turns a deeper shade of red as he looks down to Taehyung’s lips, clears his throat and makes eye contact again. He looks away, not able to calm down his blush, as if he’s saying, ‘Y ou know!’ Taehyung turns back around when he hears the kettle stop and finishes making Jungkook’s favourite beverage. His uniform is simple, a cream coloured polo shirt and a brown apron.Jungkook looks down at his name badge and it simply says:
Taehyung :D
He inspects his handwriting, it’s a little messy and he knows that people with messy handwriting are often creative, so he must be in the creative field if he’s a student. He wonders what he does.Does he write like Jungkook? Or maybe he writes poetry like Shakespeare…Draw like Leonardo da Vinci? Sing like Prince? Dance like Jung Hoseok? Direct like Hitchcock?Maybe he does photography—Jungkook wants to know.“Here you go, cutie .”“ Thank .” Jungkook says, his face growing red once again then he grabs the drink quickly and picks the table furthest away from the till with the handsome devil.Wait…Did he say thank, only thank? Oh my god, his life is ruined, how can he just say thank ?! Jungkook tries not to cry as he gulps the stupid drink, it tastes foul and bitter and honestly, it’s way too gross for his sensitive taste buds.But he endures it, drinking it as he tries not to pull a face. Taehyung watches, his eyes fixated on Jungkook, it’s not a busy day so he can spend his time watching him and thinking about his flushed cheeks and his adorable demeanour. Taehyung watches the clock tick by, an hour till the shop closes and Jin out, leaving him in charge of lock up so there’s no way he could even leave early, if he wanted to. Some of the customers are leaving only a small amount of people left scattered on the soft plush seats of the coffee shop.Taehyung takes this as an opportunity to make his way to Jungkook’s table.“I guess my coffee is really shit, hmm?” He says, a small teasing glint in his eye. “Mind if I sit?”“Uh—yeah you can sit.”Taehyung sits down, his chin in the palm of his hand and his gaze is so strong, so sharp and intimate as if he’s looking through Jungkook.“Your coffee isn’t shit...” Jungkook says looking down at his own fingers, wrapping them around the cup.“Really?” Taehyung asks, watching Jungkook nod cutely. He’s so shy and so pretty, Taehyung wishes he could see him like this forever with his ears flushed and his teeth tugging on his bottom lip.Taehyung wants to tug on his bottom lip with his teeth.He tilts his head to the side slightly.“Then drink it.”Jungkook doesn’t know why his stomach does a somersault or why the instruction sends a shiver down his spine, but he obliges anyway. He doesn’t break the eye contact as he lifts the mug and brings it to his lips, only to take one big gulp of it, before he swallows and grimaces a little.“You keep doing that .”Jungkook raises his eyebrow in question. “I keep doing what?”“Making a face when you drink it.”“No, I don’t.”“Yes, you do, you clearly hate the drink.”“Nope, I just happen to like my coffee pitch black, like the mature adult man I am.”Taehyung bursts into laughter, throwing his head back and the purest sound comes out his mouth; Jungkook thinks he might have to record it and lock it away because it’s too precious.“You’re too funny.”Jungkook pouts, “What’s so funny about that?”“‘You’re clearly lying out of your cute bunny teeth.”“Bunny teeth—I’m not lying! I order it every time, and I love it.”“And I’ve seen your reaction every time, and it seems like you’re going through an existential crisis every time you take a sip."Jungkook makes a 'humph' sound in defeat."So, why do you order it?”“...If I tell you the truth. Will you promise not to laugh?”Taehyung holds his hand against his heart and lifts his other hand in the air. “I, Kim Taehyung, solemnly swear not to laugh.” Jungkook giggles at Taehyung’s over-dramatic action and then he bites his lip.“I kind of—I, wanted to impress you…like look mature in front of you.”Taehyung is shocked at the confession when it leaves Jungkook’s mouth and he can’t help but grin cockily at Jungkook’s blush.“Uh, when I first came in here, I saw you making the drinks behind your coworker. And you made eye contact with me and I kind of—got distracted, I guess. So, when they asked me what I wanted, I panicked because I didn’t think about my order beforehand and you were still looking so I picked black coffee.” Jungkook explains, looking down into the cup.“What the fuck, you are so fucking adorable, I can’t actually handle your cuteness.” Taehyung expresses, he places his hand on top of Jungkook’s and the younger looks up at him with hopeful eyes.“Y—you don’t think it’s stupid?” Jungkook asks.“I don’t think it’s stupid at all. Masochistic? Yes. But stupid? No.” Taehyung replies.“What would you have ordered if you had time to decide?”“Probably a caramel frappé with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles.” Jungkook says, looking at the dark liquid in his mug. He’s afraid that if he looks at Taehyung for too long, he might not he able to stop.“So you like your things sweet?”“Yeah…I actually have really sensitive senses so I prefer sweet things over bitter things and salty over spicy things. My sense of smell is quite strong too which is why I love it here so much.”“And you’ve been drinking this shit? Wow, you really are adorable.” Taehyung says, squeezing the the hand he put over Jungkook’s. He looks at his watch. “I’ve gotta put up the closed sign, and quickly clear the counters, you can stay here and finish off the drink, if you want to of course.”“I didn’t notice that everyone left, how long have we been alone for?”Taehyung shrugs, a soft smile on his face. “I didn’t really notice either, if I’m honest."“Are you sure I’m allowed to stay this late?” Jungkook says, his eyes increasing in size as he asks the question; Taehyung almost forgets to answer; suddenly understanding why the pick up line 'I'm getting lost in your eyes' exists.“Of course baby, I’m in charge of closing today.” Taehyung winks and then he goes off to clean the counters.The tips of Jungkook’s ears are a bright red after Taehyung used the nickname so casually. He thinks about this whole situation and internally face palms, he should’ve just worked up the courage to ask for his number, then he wouldn’t have had to drink this stupid disgusting drink for the past month.When Taehyung is done cleaning, he disappears into one of the supply closets, when he leaves he’s dressed in a burgundy button up shirt and some loose dress pants, Jungkook looks away so fast he almost gets w h i p l a s h . He locks the register, and fumbles at the back of the counters, then he walks over to the table where Jungkook sits again. What Jungkook didn’t notice is the drink in his hand, he sets it down on the table and pushes it forward.“Here is a caramel frappé with whipped cream and extra chocolate sprinkles.” Taehyung says, winking at the younger.“Taehyung…you didn’t have to, let me pay you back.”“It’s okay, it’s on the house.”Jungkook blushes. “How can I pay you back?” Taehyung smirks. “Go on a date with me.” “Okay.” “Yeah?” “Yeah...wait, one thing.” Taehyung diverts his attention to him, now more than ever. “When I said thank earlier, I meant thank you, but I got flustered when you said cutie so the words didn’t come out right, because I liked the compliment but didn’t know how to react, I wanted to compliment you but I didn’t know on what...I mean you’re just so good looking it’s kinda crazy, like your face is literally just so beautiful, does that sound weird? And you’re nose is literally...was it carved by angels? And your eyelashes are really long and pretty. Like, your genetics are so good, wow, you’re such a fine specimen...oh God, please stop me, I can’t stop talking—“ Taehyung puts his finger on Jungkook’s lip and laughs, his cheeks flush. Taehyung leans forward and kisses his hand.
☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆ “You really shouldn’t be having that caramel frappe in this weather, Koo, you’ll get ill.” Taehyung says when Jungkook places his order. “But, hyuuunnng…” Jungkook whines, and pouts a little because he knows, Taehyung can’t say no to him when he does that. It’s mid-December and Taehyung and Jungkook have been spending time together; a lot of it, getting to know each other, getting used to one another. They’ve been on a few dates, only enough to count on one hand though, but they spend most of their time together in the coffee shop, when the people have left and it’s dark outside and the scent of coffee beans and warmth surround the two of them. If they counted those times as dates, they would probably be on their 64th now. “Bun, it’s literally snowing outside, I really don’t want you to get ill.” Taehyung says, he’s being honest and raw and Jungkook doesn’t know why the words impact him so much. “Why don’t I make you a caramel latte, hmm?” “Fine…” Jungkook says, sighing. Taehyung gives him a little smile, and looks at him with his warm brown eyes, it makes Jungkook feel warm inside. “But if I don’t like it, you have to buy me frappé, despite the weather.” “Okay, deal.”
“Are you going back to Busan for Christmas break?” Jungkook frowns and shakes his head. “No, my Mom and her husband—my step-father—are going to New York for Christmas.” Taehyung looks at him sympathetically, Jungkook looks up and catches the look. “I mean, I’m happy for her, but, Christmas won’t be Christmas without her.” “I understand, Kook-ah, it must take some getting used to. But maybe something good can come out of this? I mean, since my parents moved to Seoul, I can just say hello to them and spend Christmas with you.” “N-no, you don’t h-have to do that for me.” Jungkook says blushing. “You should spend Christmas with your family, not with me...” Taehyung looks at Jungkook with such a sincere gaze, it makes the butterflies in his stomach go insane. “I want to.” “B-but I feel bad…” “Okay, so what if we go there together? You won’t have to spend Christmas alone and my Mom makes amazing chocolate tarts, and my Dad really likes literature and creative writing. You can talk about Li Bai or Hughes together or whatever.”“Y-you want me to meet your parents?” Jungkook’s face turns into a bright red and his eyes double in size. “I-I mean, if you want to of course, and I...I know it’s kinda fast but I don’t want you to be alone, and I just, I mean since the timing seems right I just thought--yeah I want you to meet them.” “Oh--okay.” Jungkook says, his cheeks still red and his voice breathy. He’s looking down at his drink and chewing his lip nervously. “I hope th-they like me.” Jungkook wants to kick himself for stuttering so much but it’s one of his habits when he’s nervous or flustered and as much as he hates it, he can’t help it. “Bun,” Taehyung says, Jungkook looks up at him and the older gives him a soft smile, before his hand play with the hair at the nape of the younger’s neck. Jungkook visibly relaxes, his eyes flutter shut and he lets out a shaky breath. “Trust me, they’ll love you.” “Okay, I trust you.” Taehyung’s heart clenches at the words and he almost leans in to kiss the younger but something at the back of his mind tells him not to. “How’s your latte?” “Good…” the younger says then he clears his throat. “I mean it's gross and you owe me a drink.” “ Oh no, a fiend has taken over my sweet baby bun and he’s demanding things like drinks!” Taehyung says outrageously sarcastic and Jungkook can’t help and laugh. “I hate you.” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. Taehyung hums in agreement as if he knows that Jungkook wanted to say i love you instead.
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They’re sitting in the car, it’s Christmas day and after 20 minutes of traffic they made it in time. It’s a miracle they did because some of the roads have iced over. Jungkook had been shaking his left leg the whole car ride and now that they’re there, he looks as if he might pass out from nervousness. “D-do I look okay?” Jungkook asks, he’s wearing a blue button up shirt, instead of his usual black t-shirt, and he’s wearing the least ripped jeans he has. He runs his hand through his hair for the nth time and bites his bottom lip, before gulping. “You look beautiful, Jungkook.” Jungkook’s mind doesn’t even register the compliment before he asks. “And my hair?” “You look good, you look so pretty, you always look pretty.” “Who's your Dad’s favourite poet, I-I forgot to ask earlier maybe I can google something before I-” “Shh, it’s okay baby.” “Sorry, I’m just, really nervous.” “Do you want us to go back?” “No! I can do this, I just want everything to be perfect.” Jungkook says, looking into Taehyung’s eyes. “And it will be because you are perfect.” Taehyung says, before leaving a peck on Jungkook’s nose and exiting the car. Jungkook tries not to let the words and the peck—oh my god Taehyung’s soft lips—get to him but the feeling, the tingly feeling remains and he feels his cheeks dust a bright pink, as he replays the words in his head. The floor is slippery and icy as the fresh snow cause their old footsteps to disappear. As the two of them walk to the front door, Jungkook’s knuckles graze Taehyung’s hand, but he’s too shy to hold it. ☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆ Taehyung is a splitting image of his mother not only does he get his beautiful eyes from her, but her friendliness, her optimism and her attitude is exactly like Taehyung, it makes him feel so welcomed. His father is more on the quiet side, not as talkative as Taehyung but similar to him on the wave of intellect. Taehyung is a smart man though he presents his funny side to the world, if he wasn’t as outgoing as he is, he’d resemble his father. Mr Kim is a little intimidating and his glasses somehow reinforce that, perhaps Jungkook instantly saw it as a symbol of intelligence, causing him to feel inferior or maybe its the fact that he has to get approval from this man or he and the love of his life, Taehyung, would never work out. “Tae baby, come help in the kitchen. It’s time for my Christmas tart.” His mother says, Taehyung’s ears turn red. “Mom, don’t call me that…” “Don’t tell me you’re shy in front of Jungkook, he’s not going to laugh at you, just because of a nickname!” “Mom, please!” Taehyung whines and his mother laughs at him and Jungkook can’t help but crack a small smile. Taehyung follows his Mom into the kitchen. “You really like him, hmm?” His Mom begins. Taehyung nods. “I’m gonna ask him to be my boyfriend tonight, I hope I don’t chicken out.” “You better not chicken out, because he’s the perfect son-in-law! He’s so handsome too!” “Yeah, maybe I just need a push or something.” Taehyung thinks out loud. “Cut the tart for me honey, I’m gonna use...the toilet.”
His father looks at him with curious eyes, Jungkook gulps, sipping on his wine carefully.“Have you studied any female poets so far?” “Yes, Mr. Kim, only Sylvia Plath so far. We’re going to start on Sappho and John Donne after the break.” “What do you think about Plath’s poetry?” “I think that her poetry is beautiful in a macabre way, Mr Kim. The way she personifies her struggles as a woman in a pre-feminist society; and her mental health when it was looked down upon in society those days, was bold for a woman. Her poetry is tragic and timeless, a form of catharsis even for people today. I feel as if she was ahead of her time.” “I like your take on her, Jungkook. You’re very intelligent.” “Thank you, Mr Kim, sir.” "You write?" He asks and Jungkook nods. "I focus on aspects of surrealism as well as perspective." Mr Kim hums in approval. “Taehyung is lucky to have a boyfriend as smart as you.” “Thank you Mr. Kim, but we are not dating.” “Do you want to be?” Jungkook flushes and drinks a little more of the mulled red wine, he nods shyly. “You should go for it, I see the way he looks at you, it’s the same way his mother looks at me, even after all these years.” “R-really?” Jungkook hates his stutter but Mr. Kim nods at him anyways. “You’re the first guy he’s brought over for dinner in a long time; and I’ll be honest” Mr. Kim takes a sip of his wine. “you’re the first guy he’s brought over that I like. I’m rooting for you Jungkook!” He says excitedly and then raising his glass. Jungkook blushes and concludes that Mr. Kim has had a bit too much wine but the words, the words, that Mr. Kim had just told him lie heavy on his heart and he doesn’t know why he can’t stop blushing. When Taehyung and Mrs. Kim return to the dining room Mr. Kim is yelling about John Donne and Jungkook is blushing furiously. “Honey, don’t scare the poor boy. I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” Mrs. Kim said, setting the tarts in front of them. Taehyung carries two more plates and he sets them on the table too. When he sits beside Jungkook he looks at the colour of his cheeks before he looks back at his father. “What did he say to you?” He whispers. “Nothing.” Jungkook says, a small smile playing on his lips. ☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆ After a decadent dessert, some more glasses of wine and a few embarrassing stories about Taehyung, the latter slides into his bed next to him. His room is childish, filled with posters of comic characters and his carpet is a multi-coloured puzzle carpet. His bed, is a race car single bed and Jungkook tries not to laugh at the fact that he has sailor moon bed sheets. They’re both a little tipsy, red wine still lingering on their tongues. The small slit between the curtains show that it is snowing outside, but its dark, the moon illuminating where it can, ever so slightly. “Stop, laughing at me.” Taehyung whines, tangling his legs with Jungkook’s. “Okay, okay.” Jungkook says but he begins to giggle again “I can’t believe you dyed your hair green on Christmas, because you wanted to be a K-Pop idol.” “I was eighteen and I thought it was cool!” Taehyung said, watching the way Jungkook was shaking with laughter, he was so beautiful, so ethereal, he wanted to hear him laugh like this all the time. “Must’ve been cool when your fingers, neck and forehead turned green for two weeks.” “I’m not even kidding though, when I tell you that I was scared to jerk it for two weeks because I thought my dick would turn green.” Jungkook bursts out laughing, his eyes filled with mirth and his mouth wide open as he clutched his stomach until no sound was coming out, seeing the younger laugh like this is contagious, he couldn’t help laughing along until his own stomach started to hurt. “W-what if you…” Jungkook starts and he laughs so much he can’t get the words out. “What if you did...your dick would’ve looked like the grinch .” Taehyung starts laughing again and Jungkook’s eyes start to water and he whines a little as his stomach really starts to hurt from laughter. Taehyung could get used to this, he could get used to seeing Jungkook laugh so hard that little tears roll down his cheeks, he could get used to the feeling of butterflies in his stomach and the soft clench of his heart. Jungkook calms down when he notices Taehyung looking at him with that look again. “Did you enjoy Christmas?” Taehyung asks, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Jungkook’s neck. “Yeah, I did, Taehyung. Thank you.” Jungkook says sincerely, playing with Taehyung’s hand that isn’t in his hair. “I still haven’t even given you your present.” Taehyung says, moving off the bed to get Jungkook’s gift but Jungkook wraps his hand around his wrist. “Don’t move, you can give it to me tomorrow, Tae. Let’s j-just stay like this, please.” “Okay.” “I’m sorry I forgot your present at the dorm.” “You being here is enough for me, baby.” Taehyung says, his hand running through Jungkook’s hair, scratching his scalp. Jungkook closes his eyes in response. “You’re so cheesy.” Jungkook says, giggling, drunk on the feeling of warmth. Maybe it’s because he’s still a little tipsy but it’s probably because of the man in front of him. “Just for you.” Taehyung responds, almost too easily. Jungkook scoffs before looking up at Taehyung. “Y-you’re looking at me like that again.” Taehyung’s gaze is gentle, and the corners of his lips turn upwards. “Like what?” “Like I mean so much to you.” “It’s because you do.” Taehyung says, and his voice sounds like honey and the words warms up Jungkook’s face and he responds by hiding his face in Taehyung’s chest. He can hear his racing heartbeat. Taehyung looks up at the ceiling and furrows his eyebrows, when he sees a plant hang from the ceiling, there's a red ribbon tied around it. “Jungkook?” “Hmm?” “Did you hang the mistletoe?” Jungkook stops hiding his face and looks up at the ceiling. “No.” “I didn’t either.” “Oh. Well...it is tradition.” Jungkook says, his cheeks still a lovely pink colour, he wets his lip. Taehyung grins, leaning in. “Who are we to say no to tradition…?” “You’re just using that as an excuse to kiss me.” Jungkook smirks. “Guilty as charged because I’m gonna kiss you now.” “Yeah o-okay.” Taehyung presses his lips against Jungkook’s, his lips on the other’s soft ones, the kiss is slow and for a while, neither of them moving, just savouring the feeling of warm lips against one another. His lips taste like mint and wine and a little bit of chocolate. Taehyung latches onto Jungkook’s bottom lip, the other moving simultaneously as he places his hand against Taehyung’s chest. Its warm, Jungkook is warm against him and it the fuzzy feeling spreads all over his body. They pull apart for air, and Taehyung’s pupils are blown wide as he lets out a shaky breath, Jungkook catches his breath quickly before placing his lips on Taehyung’s again. The younger bites the other's bottom lip, gently though and shyly licks into Taehyung’s mouth and the latter; lets out a surprised moan in response, opening his mouth a little wider so that the younger could slide his tongue in a little further. They hum in content, their tongues sliding against one another, teasing one another. Taehyung’s hands lower to Jungkook’s waist, the shirt Jungkook’s wearing—his shirt—rising a little causing his cold hand to make contact with Jungkook’s warm skin. Jungkook shivers at the contact, goosebumps rising on the skin because the feeling of Taehyung’s hand almost being big enough to wrap around his waist; is causing him to let out a little gasp. Jungkook pulls on Taehyung’s black shirt to pull him closer and Taehyung takes it as a signal to hover on top of the younger. They pull apart, both of their chest heaving and Jungkook has a drunken smile on his face. Taehyung kisses his nose, then his cheeks and his chin and his forehead. “You’re so pretty, Jungkook.” Taehyung says nuzzling his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook kisses Taehyung’s cheek. “Shush, your face is beautiful.” “You think so?” Taehyung asks, his teeth latching onto the skin underneath Jungkook’s ear, who lets out a ‘fuck yes’ and he’s not sure if it’s to encourage Taehyung, or to answer his question. Taehyung places soft kisses on Jungkook’s neck, occasionally using his teeth to run over the sensitive skin and to tug on his earlobe. Jungkook’s nails dig into Taehyung’s back, his chest heaving as Taehyung moves back up to envelop Jungkook’s lips again. Jungkook hands slides underneath Taehyung’s shirt, his palms against the hot soft surface of Taehyung’s back, and when Taehyung tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth, he can’t help when his blunt nails dig into the skin, causing Taehyung to hiss. His pants start to feel tighter as his tongue laps on the skin, it’s tingling. Taehyung moves back to his neck, now attacking Jungkook’s collarbones leaving harsh kisses against the bone, causing flowers, bruises, to bloom against his skin. “I marked you up.” “Is that my Christmas present?” “Think of that as part two.” “How am I gonna explain your present to your parents?” Jungkook giggles. Taehyung nuzzles his face into Jungkook’s neck, nipping on the skin and Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath, and wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist. “You can borrow one of my turtlenecks baby, they won’t know all the marks I give you.” “Taehyung…” Jungkook whispers, he bites his lip and grinds upwards, his pants only getting tighter. “Is that a yes? You want me to mark you up baby? Each inch of your skin covered in purple and red flowers, pretty petals?” Taehyung asks, Jungkook whines and rolls his hips upwards again. “Use your words, baby.” Taehyung growls lowly. Jungkook face flushes a bright pink because the sound of Taehyung’s voice sends heat straight down to his crotch. “Please mark me…” Jungkook says quietly, his voice soft and shy. He fiddles with the hem of his shirt—Taehyung’s shirt—his thighs still tightly around the latter’s waist. Taehyung slips the shirt off him and the other shudders when the breeze hits his skin, nipples hardening at an instant. The room is cold but he feels so so hot. Jungkook blushes, the way Taehyung looks at him is making him want to hide, he covers his chest with his arms shyly and gulps. Taehyung giggles at Jungkook’s cuteness, kisses him softly, his tongue stroking his lip so gently it almost feels faint. The elder moves down to his neck, then to his collarbones, leaving sweet kisses on the skin. Jungkook sighs in response, forgetting the placement of his arms around himself.Taehyung laces his fingers with Jungkook’s hand, and moves down to his chest. The dark haired boy closes his eyes, lips bitten raw, eyebrows knitted. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Taehyung asks, his eyes are gentle again and Jungkook wants to cry because it really makes him feel something he can’t explain inside, and he nods because he’s not sure he can vocalise his feelings; even though Taehyung’s just asking for a simple ‘yes’. He closes his eyes again and arches his back at the feeling of Taehyung’s tongue on his nipple, the warmth and wetness against his bud makes him leak in his boxers and he tries to keep quiet but a whimper leaves his lips when Taehyung starts to suck, making slurping sounds as Jungkook gasps, his hips buck upwards. “Remember when you first told me that you’re sensitive? I’ve always wondered to what extent...seems like you’re very sensitive” Taehyung pinches the nipple between his teeth, and Jungkook squeals. “...here.” Jungkook whines when Taehyung moves to his right nipple. His hands slip into Taehyung’s shirt, stretching the neckline as his hands roam over his shoulder blades, gripping his hair and his nape as Taehyung teases his nipple with his mouth. Every once in a while he stops teasing his nipples, sucking and kissing his pectorals, giving the firm skin a soft slap to get a reaction out of the younger. Jungkook loves it, his hips grinding against Taehyung as his eyes close in bliss, it’s so hot and Taehyung hasn’t even touched him that much but he feels himself get closer and closer to his orgasm as Taehyung teases his nipples. Taehyung moves down to his abdominal, licking the skin before his teeth sink down into it to leave pretty blues, red, purples on the sculpted smooth skin; the hot feeling of his tongue making his way down to the hem of his boxers makes him feel hot all over. “Are you sensitive here too?” Taehyung asks, palming Jungkook through his boxers. Jungkook nods, not making eye contact with the brown haired male as he teases him with his index finger. Jungkook shivers when the his finger runs over the wet patch on his boxers, the tips of his fingers lightly brush over his hard length and it twitches at his touch, desperate for more. Jungkook doesn’t say it but Taehyung can tell he wants him to touch him already, he can tell with the way his brows furrow in relief every time Taehyung uses something more than his finger to touch him. Taehyung decides to have mercy on the younger and slips his boxers down, after Jungkook willingly lifts his hips. Jungkook is so hard, and he’s leaking, his dick is flushed red against his stomach, dripping against his own thigh. Taehyung grazes his knuckles against Jungkook’s dick, and it twitches in reaction to the touch, he just leaks more and Jungkook covers his face in embarrassment. Taehyung tries not to mess up his boxers at the sight. “Taehyung, please stop teasing…” the black haired younger whines through his fingers. “What? Is what I’m giving you not enough?” Taehyung asks, his fingers firmly wrapping around Jungkook’s cock, he gasps in return, he’s so glad that Taehyung is finally touching him. His thumb grazes over the slit, spreading the precum on his thigh over his cock. He licks at his thigh a few times, leaving hickeys and kisses on the firm muscle before he strokes the younger lazily. “Bun, let me see your face.” Jungkook whines, shaking his head and Taehyung removes his hand off the younger. Desperately, the younger grabs his wrist. “No, Tae, please don’t stop, my face looks bad like this…that’s why…” “Bun, your face looks so beautiful like this, trust me, show me your pretty face.” Jungkook removes his hands tangling them in his own hair when Taehyung palms the tip of his cock, before he suckles on the tip playing with his tight balls with his other hand. Jungkook gasps, his dark eyebrows are furrowed, his lips are kiss bitten and his cheeks are flushed such a pretty shade of red as little tears slip out his eyes. “You’re so beautiful like this Jungkook, you’re the prettiest boy, hmm?” Jungkook lets out another whimper and finds Taehyung’s hands and intertwines their fingers. The older of the two sinks his mouth lower onto the younger’s cock and the latter stifles his whimpers, small beads of tears falling from his eyes. He gasps when the artist hums, more tears slipping from his eyes as his hips buck upwards; the vibration of Taehyung’s mouth on him feels so good, the heat of his mouth feels so good, heavenly. A sob erupts from his chest, Taehyung licks at the tip teasing the head of his cock, as his slit leaks a copious amount of pre-cum. “Taehyung, I’m gonna come.” Jungkook moans, the hand holding Taehyung’s tightening it’s hold on his. The brown haired man, sinks his mouth back down on the younger and the younger mewls. Taehyung lifts his head and strokes the younger, opening his mouth in anticipation. “ Shit , I’m gonna come.” Jungkook moans and releases white onto Taehyung’s tongue and his chin, the thick fluid coating his lips while he swallows and opens his mouth again. Jungkook doesn’t stop squirming, his mouth is spilling curses and little moans and whines as his eyes screw shut. Taehyung crawls back up to Jungkook’s lips and kisses him breathless, the taste of cum and wine still linger on his tongue and Jungkook feels dizzy because he’s been swept off his feet so fast by the man in front of him. Taehyung sits besides the younger watching the way Jungkook slowly jumps off cloud nine and joins him back on the bed. He pecks his lips softly before using his thumbs to wipe the drying tears. “Hey, Jungkook.” “Hmm?” “You made it a white Christmas in my mouth.” Taehyung says giggling and Jungkook rolls his eyes before he laughs at his boyfriends’ stupidity. Wait, did he just think of Taehyung as his boyfriend? The thought just comes so easily to him, it just makes sense. He thinks he loves him. And it’s strange because he doesn’t know when he fell in love, but it’s just so easy. Loving Taehyung is easy, and the thought weighs on him a little. Jungkook leans up to kiss him, long and slow, barely any tongue, mostly, just their lips pressing against one another as if he’s trying to get the words across through kissing him. “Tae.” “Yes, Koo?” “I was just thinking about the fact that, we met in a coffee shop and I never thought that I would be here, three months later, with you, making dick jokes, and I like it a lot—I like you a lot. You’re reallyreally good looking, and the way you look at me sometimes makes me wanna melt inside because t makes my chest feel really fuzzy but sometimes it also makes me wanna melt in my jeans because it makes me har—why aren’t you stopping me?” “Because you’re cute and I love it when you ramble. I’m really fond of you.” “I—I’m really fond of you too, Taehyung. Do you wanna date? I mean like, be my boyfriend?” “Yeah, I would love that.” Taehyung says softly. He strokes Jungkook’s cheek gently, ticking his chin before he leans down to kiss him chastely. “My boyfriend Jeon Jungkook. Best Christmas ever!” “Mmm, I agree. Now you can make me coffee everyday for free.” Jungkook breathes, he brushes his nose against Taehyung’s neck and gives him a small kiss, the latter almost doesn’t feel it. “I already do that, brat.” “Thank you for that.” “Give me something more than that.” “Thank you, daddy ?” Jungkook asks, his doe eyes looking so pretty as the moon reflects in the pool of brown. Taehyung almost chokes on his spit. Jungkook gives Taehyung another soft kiss on the neck before he kisses his nose and then his lips. The kiss doesn’t take long to get heated, chests rising; pressing together and fingers grabbing onto each other in desperation. The younger climbs on top of the his boyfriend, one of his knees in between his beau’s thighs. He purposely uses his knee to caress his cock. Taehyung other holds onto his waist, coaxing Jungkook’s hip movements, Jungkook wraps his arms around his neck. Taehyung groans softly, and takes a moment to appreciate his boyfriend, his lips are slightly swollen, parted and his tan neck is littered covered in hickeys like a garden scattered with flowers. Jungkook slips his fingers into Taehyung’s boxers and strokes his cock, it’s hard and hot in his hands and he feels a bit intimidated at the fact that his hand can’t cover at least half of him. He strokes him softly, for some reason still feeling shy even though Taehyung is now his boyfriend . He strokes him with a firm grip, his lips latching on to Taehyung’s neck and placing gentle kisses on the soft skin. “Not green at all, I was suspecting something more...grinch looking…” Jungkook mumbles against Taehyung’s skin and Taehyung laughs wondering how he could possibly still be hard after a comment like that.
He’s way too fucking gone.
Jungkook presses his finger into the slit, his thumb teasing the area as Taehyung lets out a loud moan and he thanks the fact that his parents bedroom is downstairs because they would’ve heard that for sure. Jungkook stops lapping at the skin on his neck and traps Taehyung’s bruised bottom lip between his own before he pulls away. Taehyung chases his lips, his eyes not leaving the younger’s when he pulls away. “C-can I try something?” Jungkook asks, his voice is a little breathless, filled with want and a hint of curiosity while he palms his hand on the tip of Taehyung’s cock. “Yeah, go ahead bun.” Taehyung whispers, his voice is thick, clouded with desire; he’s pretty sure he’d agree to anything Jungkook wants. “Okay, but you have to listen to me, we’re gonna play a game.” The younger says, nervousness is eminent in his voice, but, Taehyung finds it endearing. Jungkook gets off his lap and sits at a distance from him. “T-take your shirt off.” Taehyung obliges in a heartbeat, throwing it somewhere on the floor not giving a single fuck about where it lands. “Every time you listen to me, I’ll tell you something naughty, but every time you don’t follow what I say, I get to do what I want with you for 30 seconds.” Jungkook explains. “That doesn’t sound complicated at all, this is easy.” Taehyung scoffs and Jungkook smirks to himself, his competitiveness completely outshining his shyness. “Okay, let’s play.” Jungkook smiles sweetly. “Touch your cock for me, nice and slow.” Taehyung does as he is told, his eyes not leaving his boyfriend’s gaze as he jerks himself off. Jungkook bites his lip, his hand softly patting Taehyung’s thigh as if he’s clapping for him. “Yes hyung, exactly like that.” Jungkook says, the praise almost falls from his lips automatically. “Tell me something naughty, baby.” “When I saw your kitchen island today, I couldn’t stop thinking about you bending me over and you fucking me hard and slow.” Jungkook gasps, his fingers graze over the other’s chest before he lets go. “Wrap your fingers around yourself a little firmer.” Taehyung obliges, his eyes fluttering shut due to bliss before he refocuses his gaze on Jungkook. “You’d fuck me so well wouldn’t you, hyung? Wouldn’t need a bed, just you buried inside me.” Jungkook smiles slyly as the words causes a reaction from Taehyung, he bucks his hips upwards and starts stroking himself faster, more desperately. “Hyungie, did I say you can go faster?” Jungkook asks tilting his head to the side, Taehyung shakes his head. “Exactly. Stop touching yourself.” The elder follows the instruction with a little bit of difficulty as the urge to have his hand on his throbbing cock, clouds his mind. Jungkook gives him his punishment by kissing him on his lips, roughly as he sucks on his tongue, purposely using his knee to knead his sensitive cock; when Taehyung gasps and leans in for more, the younger pulls away. Jungkook is breathless as he bites his lip. “Thirty seconds is up.” Taehyung scowls lightly at the rule because he loves kissing Jungkook. The younger’s dick twitches through his boxers and he feels it hardening against his thigh but he ignores it, because he’s focusing on Taehyung right now. “Touch yourself again, but start fast.” Jungkook says. Taehyung does exactly that and a loud moan erupts from his chest as his pre-cum beads from the tip of his cock. “This game is harder than I thought.” The brown haired male gasps through his bangs. The younger smirks. “Pun intended?” “Always.”
They’ve been going at it for almost twenty minutes now and Jungkook has his own dick in his hand and Taehyung is at the edge of his orgasm, he really wants to win—that’s his inner masochist—the whole game is a win-win in all honesty. He doesn’t know when the game turned into: whoever comes first loses but he doesn’t really care because it feels so good right now. “Tell me how it feels.” Jungkook says, his eyes glazed. “Feels good, baby.” Taehyung moans. “I love the way you look when you’re about to come.” Jungkook says, his hips bucking into his own fingers. “Thank you.” Taehyung lets out a laugh, its breathy but, it’s beautiful with the way his cheeks are flushed. “I love the pretty sounds that fall from your lips, wanna hear you all the time.” “Tell me more.” Jungkook gasps. “I love it when you tell me all of your dirty thoughts, when you say those words, it really does something to me.” Taehyung swallows, switching between fast and slow pumps because he doesn’t wanna lose, yet. “Yeah?” Jungkook gasps, somehow his fingers ended up tugging at his own dick at the sight of Taehyung earlier. “Yeah, bun.” “Love it when I tell you that I want your cock inside of me? Or do you love it when I tell you that I wanna ride you, even though I’m not sure my tight ass could take you.” “ Oh fuck , baby. Wanna ride me?” “Yes, I wanna ride you so bad, wanna ride you so I can feel y-you deep inside me.” “Bet you’d feel so tight around me, hmm ?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook nods frantically. “Wanna see you ride me reverse, so I can see your pretty little ass bounce on my cock.” Taehyung’s hips start to buck upwards, his cock meeting the rhythm of his hand. “ Shit , Tae. Would want that so much, want you to spank me while I do that.” Jungkook moans as his own fingers dig into his thigh. “You liked to be spanked?” The elder asks and the other nods, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth. Taehyung leans forward and gives the younger’s thigh a sharp slap. “Oh fuck hyung !” The younger tenses his dick pulses in response and his back arches and he comes, the second time that night. Taehyung knows he's’ gonna come soon the sight of Jungkook coming undone, has that effect on him. “Jungkook, can I come?” Taehyung asks, slow strokes almost being too much for him. “Not yet.” Jungkook breathes, he’s breathless and exhausted but he wants to play around with his boyfriend a little more. Taehyung let’s go of his grip around himself and Jungkook raises an eyebrow at him, leaning forward, wrapping his fingers around him. “I didn’t tell you to stop though. “Fuck, feels so fucking good Jungkook.” Taehyung groans and leans forward to kiss the younger. Throughout the kiss Jungkook moves faster, the feeling that coils in Taehyung’s stomach so strong he forgets how to kiss back as Jungkook licks into his mouth. “Let me Jungkook, please, please.” Taehyung asks, his pleas make the younger's stomach light up with a spark that he ignores (for real this time), as the elder begs for release."I don't know if you deserve to...you teased me so much earlier." Jungkook says, the knuckles of his other hand brushing the tip, and Taehyung bites his lip, head lolling back as he breathes in carefully."I'm sorry for teasing you earlier." Taehyung moans, he lets out a gasp when Jungkook palms his hand over his dick before his thumb swirls around his slit. “ Shit, Jungkook please. ” The desperation is prominent in his voice and Jungkook flicks one of his nipples just to tease him a little further, payback from earlier."You wanna come?" Jungkook asks.Taehyung nods, his chest heaving and his hips bucking into Jungkook's fist desperately."Do you really want to?""Yes please, can I?" Taehyung asks, he smiles at the fact that he still manages to be so polite."Can you what?" The younger asks, playing dumb.Taehyung whines. "Please, Jungkook..."“Okay hyungie, come for me.” And the words are all it takes for Taehyung to spill white on his fist and his stomach as well as the bed sheets. The latter lets out a groan as Jungkook leans down and laps at the tip of his cock, more of his fluid leaks out of him as Jungkook suckles on him. It makes the elder’s head spin and Taehyung thrusts his hips into Jungkook’s mouth due to sensitivity. When Jungkook pulls off he winces and apologises. Jungkook takes a deep breath. “That was…” “Yeah.” Taehyung says agreeing. “You came so much .” Jungkook states. “You edged me.” Taehyung retorts. "And you came twice!" Jungkook giggles. “Night Taehyung, merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas bun, sweet dreams.” After a few more stolen kisses and whispering sweet nothings to one another, they fall asleep, legs tangled, hands intertwined and hearts beating the same. ☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆ “So apparently I left all my turtlenecks at uni…” Taehyung says. Jungkook’s eyes widen as he sees the hickeys in the mirror. “Taehyung!” Jungkook whines. “What am I gonna do?!” “I don’t know…” “I can’t have your parents see me like this, it looks like you ate me.” Jungkook pouts. “I didn’t actually get to eat you though, so that’s a lie.” Taehyung grins but Jungkook glares at him in a way that makes the smile fall off his face. His boyfriend looks scary.Taehyung looks through his countless of drawers and his wardrobe before he finds the solution.”Got it! Use a scarf!” Taehyung yells, he wraps his scarf around Jungkook, it feels a little domestic and Taehyung notices the vibe too as he gives his boyfriend a peck. “All good baby, no one knows and no one will suspect and no one will see."
“Here’s some cake for you, Jungkook, so you can eat it at the dorm.” “Thank you Mrs. Kim.” Jungkook says bowing, his scarf slips a little. The two of them, Taehyung’s Mom and Jungkook were in the kitchen packing leftovers as Taehyung and his Dad were checking his car for any faults. “No need to thank me, sweetie.” She said. Then she giggles a little. “I guess the mistletoe worked, hmm? Genius idea.” Jungkook’s face turns a deep shade of red and he feels the flush in the tips of his ears running all the way down to the base of his neck. He hurriedly uses the scarf to cover himself again. “Mrs Kim, it’s not what it looks like!” “Don’t discredit my hard work, honey!” Mr Kim said from behind him, Jungkook almost dies of embarrassment. “I didn’t say that it wasn’t your idea, I said it was genius.” Mrs Kim aims at her husband. “Anyways, you can borrow some of my foundation or concealer if you…” Jungkook shakes his head. “No thank you, Mrs Kim.” “It’s pretty clear you’re part of the family Jungkook.” Mr Kim teases. “Please, call us by our first names.” “No, no honey. He should start calling us, eomeonim and abeonim , Taehyung has married him already . Didn’t you hear the honeymoon yesterday?” Mrs Kim laughs and Mr Kim joins her. Jungkook blushes profusely, hiding his face in the dumb scarf that keeps slipping off his neck. “Bun, please tell me my parents aren’t bothering you.” “Honey, did you hear that? He called him bun !” Taehyung’s Dad squeals, and his wife joins him. Taehyung face palms and gives Jungkook a soft kiss on the cheek, which only makes their parents louder but they mean no harm, and in all honesty, he could get used to this. He got used to drinking half a cup of black coffee just to impress Taehyung and he hated the drink. But Jungkook likes Taehyung’s parents, so he could easily get used to them, and the warm feeling that Taehyung gives him. Almost like a caramel latte frappé.
And all though he can’t voice it yet, Jungkook loves Taehyung, just as much as he loves caramel frappe, with whipped cream and sprinkles.
Extra sprinkles.