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“I’m getting engaged.” Taehyung sighs. At this rate, it wasn’t a big deal for him to hear that same phrase from his mother. He mindlessly continues scrolling through the site on his phone, looking for games that would hopefully amuse him more than the same old news he has heard at least three times the past few years. Or was it four years? Taehyung has stopped counting after the third one. His mother sends him a glare. “Kim Taehyung, don’t ignore me. I’m talking to you.” “Fine, great!” Out came his definitely unsarcastic reply. “Who’s the lucky guy this time?” Truth be told, he doesn’t really care who it is. As long as he stays out of his life and doesn’t do anything to Taehyung’s dislike. The woman in front of him claps excitedly and flashes her a lovelorn smile. Wow, Taehyung hasn’t seen that face on her for a while. “Oh! Just a wonderful man I met at work. He just moved here you see. He’s sweet and loving and I think,” She pauses, that smile still plastered on her face. “I think he’s the one for me Taehyungie. For real this time.” Problem is, that was what she said on her last three (and counting) engagements which all ended up with Taehyung attempting to comfort his devastated mother for several days and an unhealthy amount of time spent binge eating Baskin Robbins while watching Korean drama reruns. He doesn’t even want to start the many times he has to stuff his ears just to block the traumatizing sounds coming from his mom’s room next door when she hooks up with sketchy men she meets in cheap downtown clubs. If it wasn’t tiring for her then Taehyung is definitely exhausted from all the emotional rollercoaster he also has to go through. Just thinking of it happening again makes him groan. “…During our office dinner he gave me a bouquet of roses and it was the sweetest thing ever. Just imagine that, roses!” His mom sighs dreamily and Taehyung cringes. “We just talked and talked and I started to feel the spark again, you know?” He hasn’t realized his mom have been blabbering on for a while now while he was deep in thought with the situation. Taehyung wouldn’t even be surprised if she announced this dude is going to live with them soon. “Also, he’s moving here this weekend from now on,” Definitely not surprised on that one. “… With his son.” Taehyung’s fingers paused and he looks up from his phone. For the first time that day he finally pays attention to what his mother was saying. Did his mom’s hookup moans finally deafen him for good or did she actually say what he thinks he heard? “I’m sorry… a son?” Taehyung must have definitely misheard that one because he knew her mother wouldn’t go as far as stealing another woman’s husband. Her mom beams, and Taehyung knows this wasn’t going to be anything good. “I almost forgot to mention!” No shit. “He’s divorced and has a son. I think the kid is about your age, or younger? But that doesn’t matter, you’ll love Jungkook anyways. The kid’s a baby and if you weren’t my son I might just think he’s even more adorable than you.” Her face contorts to an expression that showed nothing but pure glee and excitement before breaking it all down to him, “You’re finally having the baby brother you always asked for!” It was silent for a moment. There was only so much information his brain could handle for a day. First of all, his mom was getting engaged, he got that all figured out already. Second, this guy was going to move in with them, he isn’t really with or against this idea but at least he understands that bit. Third, the guy was moving in with his…son? Taehyung’s jaw drops, then out came a groan of disappointment once he finally understands the gravity of the reveal. “Mom!” He groans, dropping his phone in the table. “What son? I don’t remember asking for any brother.” Taehyung hollered the word out like poison. “And mom!” he groaned again, lying his head on the table, “Why would his son have to move in too? It’s not like you’re engaged to both of them?” “Well what do you expect genius, you let the kid live alone on the streets?” She sighs as if she knew what his son’s initial reaction would be. That doesn’t actually sound like a bad idea right now. “No, but…” Excuses, excuses. “I mean it’s not like he needs to be here right? And you know I can’t focus on studying with another person in my room. This is exactly why I didn’t sign up for the school dorm!” He reasons. “You? Studying?” She scoffs, unconvinced and Taehyung stays silent at that. Well, it was worth a shot. “It’s just temporary. I mean as soon as we clear out the old guest room, he could have it as his room! So as of the moment, Jungkook is staying in yours, got it?” “No.” “Kim Taehyung.” She’s pulling out the full name card and Taehyung knows the woman was not going to let this argument end until she gets what she wants. Everything was just happening too fast, too soon. One addition to their little duo was okay, tolerable even. But a brother, really? Taehyung can’t even get his own life figured out and now worst case scenario he has to babysit a toddler. Just the way his mother was pleading with her eyes melts her heart, so he does what any good son would do in times of a family crisis. “Fine.” Taehyung huffed in defeat. Just fucking great. This was probably gonna be the worst out of all the engagements his mom has been through. Taehyung just wants to slam his head on a wall. He has wished for many things in his sad excuse of a life and believe him when he says that the last thing he wants right now was a younger sibling who would whine and cry and bother him. This was definitely a goodbye to his peaceful lifestyle. Gone is his days of jerking off in his bed without having to cover up under the sheets. Taehyung just hopes that this engagement would soon come to an end too. “D-dad, do you think he will like me?” He can see his dad give him a reassuring smile while behind the wheel. They have been driving for an hour now and he was pretty sure the critters on his stomach wasn’t going to go away any time soon as they get closer to their location. Jungkook fiddles with the hem of his shorts and hugs his bag. He was pretty nervous. “Don’t worry too much, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” His dad says. Jungkook has been babied all his life. He doesn’t remember a time when his dad, cousins, aunt and uncles wouldn’t treat him like he was some little boy whose eyes would light up with a toy. After the accident that took the life of his mother, his dad decided to homeschool him ever since out of fear of losing him. So meeting new people and being part of a new family wasn’t exactly his forte. Jungkook could only count the people he has interacted with in the past 18 years of his life with the fingers on his hands. His cousin Hoseok would always say he was too nice for his own good (he doesn’t know if that was a good or bad thing). His aunts would say he was timid and shy but extremely affectionate once they were close to him. He could only pray timid, shy and affectionate were the qualities his new mom and brother were looking for. “But what if,” he hesitated for a second but quietly mutters. “What if he’ll hate me? What if he thinks I’m too weird? What if, what if…dad what if I’m too weird?” He almost cries. It wasn’t anything new that people found Jungkook weird because of his soft demeanor. He remembers the time the schoolkids that regularly pass by outside their old house taunt him for being stupid and clueless to their antics. One time they left a graphic photo of a murder victim complete with blood and shredded skin outside their doorstep just to see Jungkook’s reaction. Not expecting it, he could feel the tears well up in his eyes when he screams at the sight of the violent picture and hears the laugh of the bullies across the street. Later that day he locked himself up in his room and hugs his favorite bunny bear toy sobbing. “That’s absurd.” His dad interrupts the horrid memory. “Why would he ever dare to hurt you? You can’t even hurt a fly, Kooky.” “But s-still.” Jungkook bites his lips, a habit when he’s anxious. “I don’t know what it likes to have an older brother. I might screw this up dad, what if it ruins you too? I can’t afford to ruin another relationship again. The last woman you’ve been with daddy, she was freaked out with me–“ “Jungkook…” The older man cuts off sternly. “You’re overreacting. Taehyung seems like a nice kid and he’ll definitely take care of you when I’m gone out. You should even be happy since you won’t be alone anymore and you finally got someone to actually hang out with. Don’t think about it too much, can you do that son?” Jungkook contemplated first before nodding. Hopefully, his father was right. The weekend came a lot quicker than what Taehyung expected, and now he finds himself leaning on the front door with his arms crossed and an overly excited mom reprimanding him every 10 minutes. It was an endless banter of stand up straight Taehyung, smile Taehyung, Taehyung come back here, Taehyung did you even turn off the stove? Christ, when will this end. Besides, wasn’t his mom overreacting? Their guests were probably just starting to leave their house. Or hopefully they chickened out. But of course the universe hates him and he was quickly proven wrong when a white minivan parks in front of their yard. Oh god here it goes. A man and a young boy came out from the vehicle, and Taehyung almost flacepants with the ground in front of their guests when her mom shoves him to meet them. “Baby!” Her mom and the man shouts at the same time and sprints dramatically to each other for a hug, and Taehyung swears he could just vomit over the cheesy drama-esque occurrence. As briefed to him millions of times three hours ago, (Taehyung I swear to God if you say anything rude I will not hesitate to disown you) Taehyung walked to them just so he was behind his mom and as if she sensed his presence, “Baby, this is my son Taehyung, I’m sure you already saw and heard of him. Tae, this my fiancée…” Taehyung forces a tight smile and didn’t bother catching the name of the man who would soon become his stepfather, and certainly didn’t pay attention to what her mom was saying while she was doing formalities. He was just about to head back and probably lock himself in his room for the next three hours when his eyes finally catch the glimpse of the boy besides his mom’s fiancée. God. Taehyung can’t even find the right words to describe the ethereal being standing there before him, busy looking around their neighborhood with his sparkling round eyes. He looked like he was sixteen, or even thirteen. Jesus was he even a teenager yet? Taehyung can already hear the FBI legally detaining him for salivating over the kid in front of him. “Oh I almost forgot.” His mom walks besides the pretty boy and he could see him clutch the handles of his backpack tighter. “Taehyung, this is Jungkook. Jungkook this is Taehyung,” He ushered the pretty kid forward. “Jungkookie, he’s gonna be your hyung.” Taehyung can’t believe it. This, he eyed the boy head to toe, was Jungkook? His potential younger brother. His roommate. The new addition their fucking family. Well fuck, Taehyung thinks. Having a stepbrother, he was pretty much briefed about. But having a cute, drop-dead gorgeous brother wasn’t part of the plan. Now this just flips his plans a full 180 degrees. He suddenly remembers something about Jungkook just being around his age and he finds it hard to believe since the damn kid looked too angelic and beautiful for his own good. From the corner of his eye he can see his mother smile. “Well, I’ll leave the two of you alone now so you can get to know each other. Come on Jeongsuk let the babies be.” He doesn’t even notice her mother and her new man leave as he was occupied with staring and drooling over the angel shyly standing there just a few feet away from him. Taehyung finds the corner of his lips twitch and licks the inside of his mouth. He takes a bold step forward to the boy. “Fuck.” He can’t help but mutter under his breath. Up close he was even better. Taehyung looks at the boy from head to toe again: soft baby features, a lovely looking skin, just a shy inch shorter than him. He almost couldn’t help himself when his eyes land on his body and those are very pretty proportions for a very pretty face. Yep, he’s wondering how he still haven’t jumped on him yet. Enamored, he doesn’t even notice the boy move a step closer as well, his small hands clutching his bag nervously. For a brief moment Taehyung catches him bite his lower lip, and oh god don’t do that I’m going to die. “A-are you Taehyung-hyung?” Jungkook asks in a soft voice and Taehyung has never heard something so adorable in the 20 years of his existence. “Yeah,” He tries to ease the devious smile on his lips. “You must be Jungkook.” Just when he was about to reach out an arm for a handshake (something his mom insisted on rehearsing a while ago for formalities), a warm body collides against his chest and a set of arms snaked around his torso in a tight embrace. If not for Taehyung’s reflex he swears they both would have fell onto the ground together. His mind was barely able to register the fact that the younger was hugging him, and he was wrapped around his arms with Jungkook’s chin resting on his shoulder. If this was what heaven felt like, Taehyung is willing to die and resurrect himself again just to feel that warmth creep inside his body and the smell of candies and cream filling his senses. Just when he was about to reciprocate the sudden hug, Jungkook rips himself apart from the older, almost as if he was overcome with a dreaded thought. “I-I’m sorry, it’s just that,” Jungkook pauses as if he faltered in his words. Now, that is just unfair for Taehyung’s heart. “I never had an older brother before and it’s so exciting I can’t hold it.” Jungkook giggles. Fucking giggles. Taehyung laughs back. “That’s fine. You just surprised me that’s all. Come here.” He gestures to hug the younger again which the other complied to right away. This time he relaxed onto the younger’s arms to hug him back comfortably, in which Jungkook returned by hugging tighter. “I can’t wait to spend time with you, Taehyung-hyung. I’ve always wished for an older bigger brother just like you.” He could feel the younger sigh. “I-I hope you won’t get too disappointed with me.” The older wasn’t paying attention to what the younger said after his name, and instead shifted his eyes below just where it landed to a very pleasant sight. “Oh I can’t wait too.” That’s some fine ass his new brother has got there. When Jungkook (unfortunately) lets go of him, there was an obvious tinge of pink spread across his small adorable face, and the older can’t help but imagine more things that will fluster the younger. Eventually, Taehyung leads Jungkook upstairs to his room and helped him carry everything up while conversing about the basics of each other. Taehyung learns in the last thirty minutes that Jungkook was an only child, homeschooled and extremely, devastatingly adorable. He lost count of the number of times his heart almost gave up on him when the younger stuttered through his words or when Taehyung catches a sight of a sliver of skin that gets exposed on his neck when he wipes the sweat there. If Taehyung took advantage of the sight of his precious brother bending over to place something on the empty spot beside his bed, you can’t blame him. Which makes him wonder, why the hell was he doing that anyway? “What are you doing?” Taehyung asks, and he could see the other flinch in surprise and stands up. Almost like a bunny caught in the act. Cute.Jungkook stares back at him embarrassed. “I’m putting my sleeping mat here. I’m sorry was it a bad place?” He quickly picks up the mat and shifts it further. “You’re right I should probably move it farther because you might-“
“Get rid of that.” “What?” Jungkook blinks, confused. Taehyung stared at the boy trying not to squeal at how enticingly precious he looked like right now. Taehyung threw himself on his bed, and patted the empty spot besides him. “You can sleep in my bed.” He tries not to act too excited about the suggestion. “There’s still room if you sleep here. I won’t let you sleep on the floor.” Bending down he takes Jungkook’s pillow from the ground and throws it besides him. “You can come here and try.” Jungkook, hesitantly, walks over to the bed where his older brother was lying down. The younger looked like he was making a carefully crafted decision of whether sharing beds were a go or a no in slow, literal baby steps. Impatient, Taehyung reached forward and grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled him over to his side, making Jungkook yelp in shock. Jungkook shifted awkwardly on the bed and before he could even make another move Taehyung playfully shoves him down on the duvet and gives the boy a backhug. “See?” Taehyung smiles, engulfing the boy in his warmth. “We fit perfectly.” Jungkook blushes. He never knew having an older brother would be this nice. It’s only been less than a few hours and he already found himself getting comfortable on Taehyung’s side. It was nice to finally have someone after spending most of his life holed up in his room alone with nothing but the company of virtual friends behind screens and his relatives. He was glad Taehyung could easily cope up with his awkward personality. “Oh.” Jungkook’s thoughts got interrupted when he felt something grind below his back. Taehyung grinned, proud for eliciting such a pretty sound from the other. He couldn’t help it, so he rolls his hips again and there it was. A heavy sigh escaping the sweet lips of Jungkook. “H-hyung?” He could hear the younger ask, but he only responded with an assuring hush and continued grinding the growing hard-on under his sweatpants on the other’s clothed ass. Taehyung thought it was enough fucking time of playing around. He only met the boy minutes ago and Taehyung has never felt this good. So what if he got hard thinking how fuckable his pretty brother was? Jungkook has been nothing but alluring. Jungkook was confused. What was that hard thing rubbing behind him? He can’t even look around and tell what it is with Taehyung’s hands wrapped tightly around him. Although it reassured him that everything was alright, he can’t help but wonder why the older was cursing under his breath. His hyung was slowly but eagerly moving his hips towards his bottom and it felt weird. Meanwhile, Taehyung continued sliding the bulge on his pants between the cleft of the Jungkook’s ass. It was taking all his sanity not to tear out the boy’s jeans and fuck him right there and then, but he knows better than to scare the shit out of the kid. No, not now. Not now when Jungkook has absolutely zero fucking clue of what was going on. “Hyung…” Jungkook let out a sigh. “Taehyung-hyung is everything okay?” Fuck. The kid doesn’t even know what he was doing. How he was humping and grinding the living daylights out of him and using his brother’s body to get off his frustration. He tapped the younger’s lips with his index finger to shush him, promising that it was all alright. He takes Jungkook’s hands and links their fingers together. How they perfectly fit each other. It was so delicious how the other’s ass was so soft, and so sensitive that he could hear Jungkook let out breathy sighs with every rock of his hips. The patch of wetness between his legs and the warmth forming on his stomach was driving him crazy. Just when he was about to flip the boy over to face him, a knock suddenly breaks out the trance. Taehyung has never moved that fast in his life before and he quickly stands up, grabs Jungkook’s pillow and covers the aching tent of his pants. “Christ mom, what the fuck?” Taehyung shouts, seeing his mother standing by the doorway. He looked to his side and saw Jungkook sitting there on the edge of his bed innocently smiling at his mom like he wasn’t just being humped at a mere few seconds ago. An angel, Taehyung thinks and runs his hand over his hair in frustration, an angel indeed. “Language Kim Taehyung. Sorry boys, I don’t mean to interrupt your bonding time but lunch is ready.” Her mom looks at Jungkook. “Come on Kookie, I’m sure you’re hungry now.” Jungkook nodded enthusiastically and it was too adorable not to ignore. “I’ll go with hyung.” His mom cooes at his stepbrother before turning to him to give him the stink-eye. “Taehyung clean your room for Christ’s sake.” Then the door finally shuts. Ignoring the comment, Jungkook crawled over to his side. He did that smile again where his nose scrunches preciously and he swears to god his heart just did a backflip. How could the kid get more adorable, really? “Come on hyung, mommy called, let’s go down together.” “Hyungie? Are you okay?” Jungkook tilts his head to the side, worry adorning his pretty face. Taehyung didn’t realize he was staring at him for a few seconds now until the younger poked his cheek and he was suddenly snapped back to reality with hopeful doe eyes looking at him. “You go first, but don’t tell mom what happened, ‘kay?” Taehyung stood up, heading to the bathroom. He had to get rid of his boner first before he decides to do anything that involves family. “Tell her what happened?” Taehyung halted on his tracks. Was he serious? The kid wasn’t mad, or awkward with him at the least? Jungkook just continues to sit there, a look of puzzlement on his face, as he looks at Taehyung waiting for an answer. Suddenly the lightbulbs in Taehyung’s brain flashed and he grins, “You know what? Forget I said anything. You go there and have lunch and tell them I’ll join in about…” He looks down between his legs where the pillow was covering his offensive problem, “Ten, maybe twenty minutes tops.” Jungkook smiled and gets on his feet. Not before giving his own fingers a kiss and placing them on his older brother’s cheek. “Okay then. See you down there hyung.”
Jeon Jungkook is going to be the death of him.
Later he came hard with the thoughts of a certain baby-faced brother on his mind. He can’t believe what the hell just happened minutes ago. Taehyung doesn’t feel a bit guilty but that was probably because he was thinking with his dick and not with his mind. Changing to his new pants, he finally joins the meal with the rest of his new family. It was odd seeing this much people in the godforsaken house but he can’t really complain when a bunny smile greets him. Was he going to face the consequences of what he had just done to his new brother? Yes, but definitely not now. Not now when he sees Jungkook across him on the the younger flash him a toothy smile as his eyes turn into crescents igniting nothing but his pure, chaste being. God he must have sinned a lot because the heavens sent him an angel. Taehyung goes to school a few days later with his guilt consuming him alive for more than a week now after the little act he pulled on Jungkook. Today, his morning was already ruined when his mother didn’t trust him on touring Jungkook around on his first day of his new school. But then again, Taehyung thought it was for the best since he’d probably just end up cornering the young boy on a secluded room and do unholy things that shouldn’t be done inside a respectable institution. So by instinct, he headed straight first to the library after first period looking for Yoongi and Jimin. Ah, Yoongi and Jimin. In their little trio, the two were the ones in a relationship making him, by default (as if he had any choice with circumstance) a third wheel for their antics. Although he doesn’t mind that they casually make out whenever they feel like it or use his room as motel when they need a quick fuck, they certainly do feel very bothered when Taehyung randomly walks in to find them on the verge of banging each other. Of course Taehyung isn’t surprised when that happens. Which is why he isn’t surprised to find the two of his friends behind the history book shelf with Jimin kneeling and his face moving back and forth between Yoongi’s legs. “Jesus Christ Taehyung what the fuck!” He saw his mint-haired friend push Jimin’s head away and quickly zipping up his pants. “You fucking moron you could’ve just waited till we were motherfucking–“ “The best thing just happened to me yesterday.” Taehyung cuts him off, leaning on the wall of the shelf. “And I couldn’t wait to tell you guys so fuck you both.” “Wow.” Jimin stood up and Taehyung could still see his lips swollen and red from their little fiasco earlier. Nothing he has never seen before. “Is it really that important that you have to disturb us? And how the fuck did you even know we were back here.” “Oh please.” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “You guys would probably fuck openly on the middle of the gymnasium if it was empty, and I could hear Yoongi-hyung the moment you pass by this corner. He sees them turn pale at the at the realization. “No, don’t worry no one really reads these books nowadays so you guys are safe.” Yoongi and Jimin sighs in relief. Taehyung was always their lookout whenever they decided to fool around, in exchange of course they would treat the youngest of their group a fat dinner outside the school. Yoongi nudged his head at Taehyung, “Come on, talk up. What’s this big news you’re talking ‘bout, hm?” Taehyung grinned and that already sent warning bells to the two. “Well my mom is engaged–“ “Again?” Jimin cuts him off and chuckled. “Damn your mom is really getting dick whenever she wants huh?” “What can, I say. It’s our genes.” Taehyung ignores Yoongi faking a gag. “Anyways…so she’s engaged to some single dude with a son and obviously this son is going to be my stepbrother, so they just moved into our house a week ago and fuck.” Taehyung sighs, the visuals of Jungkook flooding his mind. “Jungkook is fucking gorgeous I mean I don’t even know where to start. He’s an angel begging to be fucked. Like he’s so innocent and precious he didn’t even know I was grinding the fuck out of his ass that day and he just–“ “Wait, wait, wait.” Yoongi halts him from his blabber looking like he had just been told the world’s most confusing fact. “I mean you two aren’t blood-related but did you just say you fucking humped your stepbrother the first day you saw him?” “Yes.” Jimin gasped. “You kinky little shit! What is this some bad porno?” “Says the one who just sucked off his boyfriend’s dick on the library where anyone could walk in.” Taehyung shoots back, and he sees Jimin faltering on his words and seeking help from Yoongi who looked equally speechless as his boyfriend. There was no way they could fire back anything with that one. Yoongi raises his arms, “Okay Kim Taehyung what’s the problem?” “He’s so oblivious and that’s the problem!” The brunette groaned. “It’s been a week and I want to ruin him so bad I’m afraid to do it. Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands to myself when he’s just there besides me every night? And, and…” He almost forgets the ugliest factor that keeps him from moving a step further. “He’s my stepbrother!” “I don’t see any problem with that.” Yoongi says a matter-of-factly. “I mean you could use that as an advantage. Innocent kids already have a soft spot for people their close with. So you just get him to like you back, then make out of him, fuck him senseless then the next thing you know he’s probably blowing you already behind an abandoned section of the library.” Jimin elbowed Yoongi, for which the mint-haired boy winced at. That was when Taehyung felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. After reading the message which surprisingly came from his mom, he quickly stood up and grabbed his bag. “Sorry guys. I have a baby brother to show around the school so I better get going now.” Taehyung gives them a flying kiss and leaves without another word. The other two remained there, silent after having their little blowjob session just cockblocked by a certain someone who could’ve just texted the news. Neither of them knew what to do after Taehyung destroyed the mood exactly eight minutes and thirty one seconds ago, Yoongi wasn’t definitely counting. “So…” Jimin finally broke the silence. “You think the gymnasium is empty?” “Hyung!” Jungkook’s wide smile was the first thing that greeted him, and Taehyung can’t help but smile back at the precious little thing running to him. “Hey there baby.” Taehyung held him on a hug. Hugging each other has almost became second nature to them the past few days as they spent more time getting to know and bonding with each other. Jungkook was a sucker for affection and Taehyung can’t complain. “B-baby?” Jungkook’s eyes widens over the mention of the nickname. Taehyung pretends he didn’t mention it, “Something wrong baby? I still have to show you around.” And hopefully not corner you on the bathroom, he internally prays. “N-nothing.” Jungkook shook his head, and followed his older brother. It wasn’t that Jungkook felt uncomfortable with it, in fact he kind of liked it, it was just they were in the middle of the school hallway and he can’t but feel nervous if people overheard. I’m hyung’s baby. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t need to worry. He had an older brother now that would protect him. He now had his Taehyung who was brave, funny, sweet and handsome (although Jungkook would never admit the last part out loud). With Taehyung by his side, what could go wrong? It had been exactly fifteen days since he resided on the Kim’s residence. Fifteen days, and in this amount of time Jungkook had learned to build his trust around his new brother, even getting comfortable with the random petnames his hyung likes to throw around like baby, or honey even angel at some times. He learned to be his clumsy, dumb self in front of the Kims, all thanks to Taehyung who was the being nothing but the best brother to him. Although he admits that his hyung acted a bit weird sometimes like how long he stays at the bathroom on some points of time or not to mention the intense amount of skinship the other initiates, Jungkook has learned to love it, and he couldn’t be anymore happier in his life. As for Taehyung, he considered it a miracle how he was able to keep his hands off his little brother ever since day one when he knew the overwhelming comfort the other’s presence could give him. But still, that didn’t keep him from jerking off whenever Jungkook would do little things like bending over or sipping on straws or even just lying down there for a nap because really, Taehyung had an overly active imagination and he could already fantasize all the things he would to the pretty boy when he would have the chance. He was being a hormonal douchebag he admits, but he won’t do anything to hurt Jungkook. Although he wasn’t sure how much longer his hand would be enough to satisfy himself. The fact that he uses cuddling to get his body close to his just adds more to his sexual frustration and he swears the daily test of self-restraint the heavens give him just keeps on getting harder. “Hyung!” Taehyung stirred from his seat after hearing the sweet, angelic voice call out for him from the bathroom. “Yes baby?” “Hyung uhm,” He heard slight hesitation before Jungkook continued. He was just as shy as he first met him. “I forgot to bring my towel on our bed, and can you hand it to me…please?” He ends softly and really, how could Taehyung ever say no to that. The older quickly got up to fetch said towel which was really on his bed. He was just one step away from the bathroom door when a sudden nerve inside him struck. Oh god, fucking hell. Some magical being must have struck into Jungkook’s mind and forced him to leave the damned towel on the bed so he could get if for him because if there was anything Taehyung had fantasized about it was Jungkook naked on a bathroom pleading for him. Now it really came true except not in the way he expected it. He realized he was taking too much time debating with his inner demons and continues his way, taking small hesitant steps and he swore the closer he gets to the frosted sliding door that separates him from pouncing on the younger the more nauseous he gets. The fact that he could see the blurred pale, white frame of the boy ignites something inside him. “Hyung?” The sweet voice resonates within the four walls of the bathroom and the older could see the door slide open a little, just enough to reveal the damp of dark hair from Jungkook’s wet head peeking out of it. Taehyung could feel his lips dry and feet hard on place as he stares at the other looking too pure to be true at the same time begging to be screwed on the wet walls of the shower. Just thinking of it made Taehyung dig his nails on the soft material of the towel, trying to control his urges. You can do this. “Taehyungie-hyung…” His little brother’s voice wakes him up to reality. “Hyung, my towel please?” Shakily, he hands the younger his towel Taehyung can’t help but bite his lip when he saw a bit of skin from Jungkook’s hips when he leaned over to get the towel from his reach. When the door was closed, he could hear Jungkook muttering a small thank you and he doesn’t know why he was still there glued on the floor standing on the same spot. Jungkook finally comes out of the shower, drying his hair with the towel and fresh in the new white shirt he was wearing and shorts that were suddenly too short. Jungkook laughs softly while rubbing the towel on his delicious-looking thighs. “Hyung, you’re still here?” Taehyung doesn’t know how to respond but to laugh uncomfortably. “Yeah…” He bites his lips, ogling the boy from head to toe. Fuck he could smell the intoxicating smell of his little brother. His mouth dried when he saw the beads of water on Jungkook’s pale, white neck. Why was he suddenly so thirsty? Feeling uneasy under his brother’s stare, Jungkook could do nothing but overthink the situation. Was his hyungie mad? If he wasn’t so stupid, he wouldn’t have to disturb his hyung and he wouldn’t have to be glared at for being so dumb and confused all the time. Dumb, dumb boy, Jungkook internally scolds himself. “I’m sorry…” Taehyung’s daze broke from the younger’s words. “I’m so, so, sorry hyung. Please don’t be mad at me.” Now it was Taehyung’s turn to be confused. Jungkook’s eyes were suddenly glassy. “Why, what’s there to apologize about?” “I shouldn’t have called you out, I disturbed you didn’t I hyung? I’m sorry for being stupid, I should’ve just got it myself and–“ “Kookie…” The older says, cutting Jungkook off. He pulls the younger into a hug and it seemed to work since he found his brother calming down on his arms. “Remember, if there’s anything you need don’t be afraid to call hyung. Hyung would give anything to you okay baby? You are hyung’s baby.” “Hyung…” Jungkook whined, making a futile attempt of hitting his chest. He was so embarrassed for being stupid right in front of the person he looks up to the most, and now he was giving him the baby treatment. “I’m not a baby.” Taehyung smiles deviously and he can’t help but press their bodies flush together. “Oh you are. You are my baby brother. And hyung would do anything,” His fingers sneaked its way underneath his brother’s shirt. “To make…” He softly sneaks his hand under Jungkook’s shirt and caresses the soft skin there. “You feel…” The sound of Jungkook’s relieved sigh rang in his ears. “Good.” Before he could even toy with the waistband of the boy’s shorts, Jungkook pulled away from him. Goddamn it, Taehyung cursed inside his head. Another chance wasted. “Thank you hyung.” His little brother smiled, showing his bunny teeth. “I would also do anything to pay all back the nice things you did to me.” Taehyung just shakes his head and laugh. Could he get more clueless? “I’m gonna downstairs, daddy is probably looking for me.” Jungkook gives him one last hug and does that lovely gesture of kissing his own fingers before placing them on the other’s cheek. Taehyung found out earlier it was an act of endearment from the younger that he had as a habit. “Wait…” Taehyung halted him. Jungkook’s lashes flutters on his cheeks, his pretty eyes doing the asking. Jungkook was always too pretty and his eyes were never really for his fairness, “Give me your towel, I’ll just dry and take care of it.” Minutes later, Taehyung came jerking himself off as he drowned himself on Jungkook’s scent lingering on the soft cloth. “I knew it! The moment you met Jungkookie, you started acting more mature. I’m so proud of you! I mean look at you your helping me out now!” “Mom!” Could she like say anything that would not embarrass him? Especially when he was in front of the boy he likes and by boy he likes he means his gentle, cute baby brother Jungkook who was sitting by the kitchen counter laughing at his mom’s remark, his set of bunny teeth showing. It was almost three weeks since Jungkook and his dad moved to their house and it was unbelievable how he was still keeping his hands off the boy for this long when the boy was practically a walking daydream. Definitely a world record if you ask him. It was a miracle really, even Jimin and Yoongi doesn’t believe him. But then again, who would? “It’s alright mommy.” Jungkook giggles, and he’s back to reality again. “Taehyung-hyung makes me feel at home.” The precious thing glanced at him, “Hyung is a really good brother he takes care of me so good!” Damn, if Jungkook wasn’t by any chance sharing a filial bond with him things would have been probably been easier for him. “Oh, that so sweet. How sweet of you Tae!” His mom coos, and Taehyung just wants a hole to swallow him up right now. His mom’s teasing was getting way out of hand. Just then, a phone rings and his mother immediately pauses from her cooking and runs to the living room bidding them “it was probably their dad” and the older relishes the few seconds she was free from her mother’s mocking, leaving him and Jungkook alone on the kitchen to mix cookie batters.
So fucking cute, Taehyung was too engrossed on staring at the precious thing in next to him. He was always out of his proper headspace when he was around Jungkook, always acting impulsively with his infatuation. So he didn’t know what the fuck his brain was trying to do when he dipped his index finger on the bowl full of batter and waved it in front of Jungkook’s face. “Hey Kookie, I’m not really good into this baking stuff can you taste if this is good?” Jungkook stared at him for a second, contemplating on the suggestion, “O-on your finger hyung? Now?” Taehyung smiles. “Yep. Now.” The younger, never wanting to disappoint him, followed right away. He stuck out his tongue and licked the smidgen of batter wrapped around his finger until he ended up sucking half of the older’s digit to finish on the small dollop of the mixture. Jungkook looks up to think about the taste Taehyung a nod of approval. “Yep, it’s already good. You’ve done such a good job hyung!” He flashes a satisfied smile, before going back to his work. As for Taehyung he couldn’t believe what just happened. He swore he felt his dick twitch under his pants when he saw the younger’s pink, wet tongue lapping away on his fingers like a fucking cat. Oh fuck he was going to hell for this, but he had zero regrets. And he certainly had no regrets on what happens next. “Can I taste it?” He boldly asks. “Come again hyu--” When Jungkook turned his head Taehyung certainly did not expect himself to lean over, and he most definitely did not expect himself to kiss his little brother on the lips. Fuck, how long has he been wanting to do this. You’ve done it Taehyung, there’s no turning back. His heart was beating too fast and his head was a little dizzier than it was before. It didn’t even take long for the peck turning into hot, venturing lips molding to frozen ones. Jungkook even tastes as delicious as how he looks. He took time into lapping at the softness and sweetness of it. Taehyung is already addicted at the warmth flooding his face that he didn’t notice the younger’s shocked, frozen expression as he just sat there eyes wide as saucers, and face flushed pink. Jungkook didn’t even know what to do. He was too inexperienced in these kind of stuff so he just let it happen. He sees these things happen on dramas and movies with couples but he never really expected his first kiss to be with a boy, moreover his own older brother. Oh no, he’s going to hate me. “Hyung…” Jungkook moaned into the kiss, hands on Taehyung’s chest yet not pushing him away. Taehyung was going crazy. He lips were so inviting. So tasty and so enticing. If innocence had a flavor it would definitely taste like this in his imagination. He cupped the boy’s cheeks deepened the kiss, taking the chance while Jungkook was still dazed. He took a second to admire his work at how the younger’s cherry red lips was swollen and wet with saliva and continued licking the small, hot mouth that he wishes to fill with something else other than his own mouth. The poor boy was red as a beet yet there he was still sitting there not pushing him away. So sweet. So, Jungkook. So– “Boys!” Taehyung quickly pulls away and wipes his mouth. His mom is officially the worst cockblocker of this century. Jungkook was still too stunned to do anything but gape at him so he does the unthinkable and kisses his own fingers to place them on the younger’s lips, a parody of the younger’s gesture, before flashing a small wink. “Just the two of us, okay?” He whispers and lands a small peck on Jungkook’s ear that was now red. His brother shivers when his hot breath tickles his neck. His brother looked absolutely confused for a second before nodding his head slowly. He kissed the corner of the boy’s jaw again before diverting his attention back to the neglected mixing the bowl in front of him, just in time for his mom to arrive. “Hey boys, your dad just reserved a restaurant for us, we’re going to have lunch someplace special tomorrow!” She announced excitedly. Yeah, Taehyung doesn’t care. “Jungkookie.” Her mom suddenly mentions, and Taehyung whips his head up so fast. “Are you ok, you look quite...red? Is it hot in here?”
Oh it was definitely hot in here, Taehyung lowers his head, unable to contain the smugness. Internally praying to whatever god was up there that Jungkook won’t tell on him, he avoided the younger’s eyes. He saw Jungkook look at him for a moment before flashing that smile that melted his heart. “Oh, I was just surprised that’s all. We’re finally having our first family dinner!” He looks at Taehyung fondly, and the older swears his heart was going to smash his ribcage at how loud it was beaiting. “I know right! I’m so excited too. Now, where was I?” While their mother was busy chattering away what to wear and prepare for the dinner, he gave a Jungkook a proud smile in which the younger returned with his own. That’s my baby boy, he mouths at him. “It’s okay hyung.” Jungkook leaned over to whisper. “We’re brothers, there was nothing wrong with that.” The clueless little thing winked before beating the eggs again. This was it. This was the turning point of their relationship. Taehyung has had enough and excuses himself to hide in the bathroom before staring at his reflection on the mirror. The taste of Jungkook’s lips still linger on his tongue, the warmth it gave him and the aching euphoria it sent to his body. It was perfect. He was going to make Jungkook his soon.
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“Hyung…” “Hyung…” “Hyung wake up.” Taehyung groaned. He swears it has only been two hours since his shut-eye and he doesn’t know what wrong he had done in the past to deserve being waken up after such a peaceful slumber. Okay maybe he did do something wrong on his past life but still, couldn’t he at least get some rest? Rubbing his eyes with his half-dead hand, he tries to make sense of what was going on. He recalls right away of someone calling him ‘hyung’ and even though he was half-asleep Taehyung knows there could only be one person who would address him in that sweet, loveable voice. With heavy eyes, Taehyung can only make out the blurred silhouette of the owner of the voice on top of him, and it was no doubt Jungkook. Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all. Just when he was about to get up, Taehyung then only realizes there was a weight over his waist and hands pinning down his wrists. What the fuck? He was pretty sure he wasn’t in sleep paralysis but right now all the action he could do was squirm lazily under his brother, whom he was starting to see clearly now.
Hello there little angel.
“Jungkook what–“ The bliss of the movement below his waist makes him hiss before he could even say anything. Fuck. What the hell was that? Did Jungkook just– “I know you like it hyung.” The corner of Jungkook’s lips was raised, an expression he didn’t know was possible on such a cherubic face. The younger draws his face closer to Taehyung’s and his breathing suddenly hitches. “Doesn’t it feel good?” “Kookie, what are you talk–“ There it was again, a sharp pleasurable feeling bringing all his blood south at the action. This time he couldn’t help the moan that parted from his lips. From this position he can finally see that it was Jungkook’s hips rolling against his, the other’s ass against his crotch. Taehyung does not know what the fuck was happening but he sure as hell know there was something wrong with Jungkook. “Jungkook I–“ Jungkook leaned over, licking the shell of Taehyung’s ear. “I know you want it hyung.” “K-Know what.” Taehyung stutters. He wasn’t used that Jungkook was the one being bold and dominant that it makes him shiver. “Oh hyungie,” Jungkook gives him a sinister smile. “You’ve been eye-fucking me since day one, heck you even had the guts to grind your cock on me.” Taehyung stops breathing at that. “It felt good didn’t it? But it was so, so bad too. Wanting to touch your little brother like that. I bet you want me to suck on your dick too. Don’t you want that hyung? Want to put your cock in my mouth? Come on hyungie I know you want it.” Taehyung was at a loss of words. What the fuck was happening? Since when has Jungkook known? And how did Jungkook learn how to talk filthily like that? As far as he can remember his brother was nothing but polite and proper with his words even occasionally reprimanding Taehyung for saying a curse word. Was Jungkook pretending all this time? Not that he’d mind though but he’s seriously fucked right now and the only person who could possibly do the answering for him was currently pinning him down and licking his neck like a cat. “Holy shit…” There were a thousand questions stuck on his throat and none of them was coming out but he doesn’t have time to answer them all when his brother continues rolling his hips against his, and making out with his neck. He couldn’t help the shameful moans that comes out of him when his dick was nestled between the soft curve of Jungkook’s ass and every movement makes him want to flip him over and fuck him right there. But his almost nonexistent energy from drowning in both pleasure and drowsiness at the same time makes it really hard to even clench his hands. “Fuck me hyung.” A hot breath fans on his ears. “Fuck me hard pretty please.” “Fuck, Kookie…” Taehyung moans and he thinks this was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for. And he didn’t even have to pull any muscle to make the little bunny his. He lifted his waist, meeting Jungkook’s bounce. Grinding on his ass was already frying his senses how much more if he would stick his cock inside those delectable pair of bottoms. “And you know what hyung?” Jungkook whispers seductively and he was definitely loving this side of him a lot. Who knew the little thing had it in him all this time? “You know what else I want you to do to me?” “What?” Taehyung asks in a desperate whine as he kissed the side of his brother’s ear. “Wake up.” The words felt like a bucket of cold water splashed on him right on the face. “What?” Taehyung felt a finger poking his cheek, and his immediate reaction was to jolt up from bed and flail his arms. How graceful of him. “What the—“ He looked around and the first thing he sees was Jungkook’s wide, sparkling eyes. That was when the realization struck him. Great. It was all a dream. A wonderful, vivid wet dream. He should have thought it was too good to be true. Jungkook was nothing but a pure, fluffy, naïve thing that he wants to bone so hard. When he lifted his sheet, he already expected the morning wood proudly tenting in his shorts almost as if it was greeting him a ‘good morning’ and Taehyung just felt more frustrated. “Hyung…” He nearly forgets Jungkook’s presence beside him, and it did not do anything to ease down his boner especially since he was just dreaming of the boy dry humping on him till he was out of his wits. But still, if it was for his special person, he manages to give the boy a smile. “Yes baby?” Jungkook smiled back, doing all sort of shit on his stomach and his erection. “School’s almost soon. I already took a shower so it’s your turn already.” He looked hesitant at first before resting his hyung’s stomach, dangerously close to his aching dick, before asking “Were you dreaming hyung? You seemed quite happy in your dream. Was it a happy dream?” Rubbing the back of his head Taehyung laughed nervously because shit if it wasn’t true. But by now, he already knows anything inappropriate he says is processed differently on his little brother’s mind so he blurts out the first thing inside his asshole of a brain. “I dreamt of you riding me.” “I was in your dream?” Jungkook gasps, and his pretty eyes were twinkling in excitement. “Riding? Where were we riding to?” “Let’s just say you nearly made me see stars.” The older internally laughs at his own joke. “Really? That’s so cool.” Jungkook was genuinely amazed. “Maybe one day hyung when we’re all grown up we can go to the stars together.” Jungkook then snuggles his way to Taehyung’s chest so he can come face to face with him and all he was thinking about was how much his cock was leaking with the younger squirming on top of him. His baby was a sucker for morning cuddles like this. Okay who was he kidding, Jungkook was a sucker for cuddles in general but until now he never gets used to the feeling of the warm petite body besides him. “You don’t think hyung is grown up?” Jungkook’s expression morphs into anxiety right away. “T-That’s not what I meant! Taehyung-hyung is an adult, but I’m, I-I’m just a...” His words fade on his tongue, too shy to say it in front of him. He lowers his head, feeling shame and regret swelling on his chest. “Say it, you’re just what?” Taehyung teases, a sly smirk at the corner of his lips. Jungkook blushes even more, but still he heeds. “I’m just a baby.” He hears a small laugh and Jungkook covers his face in embarrassment. Nothing was worse than embarrassing himself in front of the person he looks up to the most. All Jungkook could think was how much of a disappointment he was and that his older brother was going to despise him forever, but instead he feels a finger lift his chin up and his eyes meet chocolate irises that looked ever so promising. Taehyung-hyung was always so handsome. “That’s right.” Taehyung leaned over and whispered over the younger’s ear, “You are a baby. But you are hyung’s baby.” Ending it with a peck on his brother’s lips. The shade of pink spreading all over his little brother’s face made his dick twitch which reminds him he still has an erection to take care of and Jungkook’s leg was dangerously close to it. Good thing Jungkook’s flustered state sent the boy to sprint outside the door to probably save himself from the embarrassment, leaving Taehyung all alone on his room. Until now, Jungkook was never used to his kisses that it leaves the boy blushing adorably. He should’ve known Jungkook could never act that way like he was in his dirty dreams. Although he doesn’t mind because ever since that hot kiss they shared on the kitchen all he could think about was how perfect his baby brother’s lips were against his and how tender and delicious it was just like everything of Jungkook’s existence.Fuck he really needs that shower now. “Mom do I really need to go?” Taehyung whined, fixing his shirt one last time. If he was going to do this, might as well look good in front of his precious little Jungkook. Not that he wants to do it. Who even holds family dinner these days? If this was his parents’ attempt on making them look like they got their shit together then trust him when he say it will not work out. “I am not gonna let you ruin your life lying down on bed all day, its bad influence for Jungkook.” Taehyung rolls his eyes. Of course he was being a bad influence to Jungkook, again. Of fucking course. “Mommy, do I look okay?” At the sound of the bashful voice, Taehyung and his mom whipped their heads, and the twenty-year old felt his legs weakening at the sight of his angel dressed in a plain cornflower blue dress shirt and pedals that revealed everything below his knees. Just the perfect touch of both formal and casual, yet also insanely fuckable all at the same time. How was it possible that his brother becomes more and more alluring every passing day? As expected, his mom immediately attended to the younger. “Kookie! You look so adorable I could just squishy! Taehyung doesn’t he look cute?” He could see Jungkook looking at him, a nervous smile on his pink lips, “Do I look okay, Taehyung-hyung?” Taehyung eyed him again head to toe. If okay meant desirable and hot and cute and gorgeous then yes, he was okay alright. Jungkook’s existence alone was enough to make him drool. “You look perfect Jungkook, I just want to—“ Bend you over the couch and fuck you till you scream my name “—Hug you right now.” Jungkook beamed that bunny smile again before running and throwing his small arms around him. It was times like these when Jungkook’s embraces make him all turned on and bothered with their bodies pressed together. If his mother wasn’t there standing cooing at their seemingly harmless hug he would have taken the chance to grope his brother’s ass. “You two look so cute.” His mother fakes to wipe a non-existent tear before joining her hands together in a clap. “Alright! Let’s go, get your things ready. Make sure you’ve got all the things you need for an overnight stay. Don’t worry Tae, your dad and I will be in another hotel room in case you want to watch something nasty porn, but just make sure you’ll leave the TV on for Jungkook.” She finished, already making his way to the car. “Mom!” Did his mom just say porn right in front of his brother? Walking beside each other, Taehyung slyly snakes his arm beneath Jungkook’s slim waist, feeling the baby-soft skin there and it was taking all of his sanity not to slide his fingers on the expanse of his back and feel him up. They both sit on the backseat, with their parents not wasting time on revving the car engine upon checking their presence, officially starting this lunch turned into overnight escapade they were having. He knows this was just a sorry excuse for his parents to fuck in a hotel but they were feeling too guilty on leaving them Jungkook and him in the house so they decided to bring them along. Nice try mom. He was just about to initiate a conversation with his little brother when Jungkook beats him to it and quietly asks, “What’s porn?” Everything I want to do to you, Taehyung wants to answer. Good thing his mom and Jungkook’s dad was too busy conversing with each other that they don’t really hear the blasphemous question. Not exactly the question he was hoping for but it’ll do as a conversation starter. He blames his mom for saying such a lecherous word in front of the younger but he finds it so cute how Jungkook doesn’t know these kind of things so instead he settles for, “Just something we might be doing if you’re up for it.” He smiles, feigning innocence. His brother seems convinced with his answer and nods, as if he just comprehended something interesting. “Will it be fun?” He asks, looking out at the window. He draws himself closer to the younger almost cornering him with the small space and sneering at him, “Trust me.” He kisses the younger’s ear. “It’ll be.” A shade of pink crawls its way to Jungkook’s face because never really gets used to the love his hyung showers him with. It makes his heart skip a beat even though he knows it’s not possible. It’s alright, he tells himself. But it can never be okay when he can’t at least show a bit of affection back to him and that’s when he feels a little brave and shifts forward to kiss his hyung on the cheek. He saw Taehyung’s eyes widen and that’s when he panics. “I’m sorry!” He covers his mouth in shock, unable to believe what he just did. Stupid, stupid Jungkook, he wants to cry right now. “I shouldn’t have done that, I—“ Then all of a sudden, something wet and soft crashed on his lips for a split second that caught him off-guard. Taehyung licks his lips and strokes his brother’s cheek. “It’s okay you know?” He plants another wet kiss. “It’s normal you know if people love each other baby.” Perfect excuse Taehyung, real nice. All Jungkook did was softly smile in relief and Taehyung feels his heart shoot up. Okay maybe his dick was shooting up too. Kisses with Jungkook always leave him breathless. “You packed everything you needed boys?” He hears his mom and seriously his mom always has the worst timing every fucking time. Taehyung wants to complain how she already asked him countless times two hours ago but instead his eyes landed to the sight of Jungkook staring outside the window counting what seemed to be cars passing by. His dark hair was swept prettily and his skin was glowing and all of a sudden gone was his temper and instead focuses on the beautiful boy besides him. He smiles and answers, “I’ve got everything I need right here.” “Hyung…how much do you think the food is here?” “Too expensive for me to care.” Taehyung whispers back, slinging his arm around Jungkook and nuzzling his nose against the younger’s hair the moment the restaurant’s door opened for them. God he smells sweet. If angels smelled like something, they must have smelled like Jungkook. He hears the receptionist saying a ‘reservation for the Kims’ before leading them to their table and as planned, he beats his stepfather into it and sits beside Jungkook, who was now all-smiles and giddiness as he looked around the restaurant in awe. It was so adorable Taehyung can’t help himself but sneak his hand below the table, rest it on Jungkook’s lap and give the soft flesh a firm squeeze. His thighs felt fucking perfect on his hand. Taehyung continued stroking his lap and he would be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy it at all. At the moment he doesn’t even care if his parents were less than four feet away from them sitting just across him. Eventually Jungkook notices, and it surprises Taehyung it took him this long to realize his antic, but it surprises him even more when Jungkook took his hand and held onto it. “It’s alright hyung.” He reassures out of nowhere. “It won’t last that long, no need to be nervous.” He wants to laugh so bad at how unaware his baby brother is right now, but instead he takes his hand and strokes it back, smiling back at him with the same smile. Their fingers always did fit so perfectly. “This is nice.” His mother makes him withdraw his hand right away. “It’s been a long time since Taehyungie and I had been in a family dinner.” “Yeah, last time that happened dad divorced mom right in front of me and the waiters had to hold me down before I could strangle him.” Taehyung jokingly supplied. He could see the look of exasperation on his mother’s face and he already knew he was going to have an earful for that unnecessary remark. “Well don’t worry.” His stepfather joins in with a smile. “There won’t be any breaking up happening tonight when you have Jungkook and I right here, right Kookie?” Jungkook flinched, surprised with the attention he was now getting. “Y-Yes…” He looks around to all of them before finishing, “…Daddy.” His dick definitely did not twitch when he said daddy. “Okay I guess we should order now.” About time, Taehyung thinks. All this fake family act was making him starve. His mom gets the menu and starts going over them with his stepfather. “Jungkook is there anything you would like sweetie?” Jungkook shook his head. “I’ll just have what Taehyung-hyung’s having.” “Hey you!” His mother shoots, and Taehyung chuckles at how his mom can change his mood from affectionate to Jungkook and a bitch when it comes to him. “Order quickly or Jungkook will be hungry.” At the mention of the younger, he points out a random meal quickly so they can get it over it. After that, his parents talked the night away with the most mundane topics they could only understand. Jungkook was doing a great job of pretending he was interested, nodding here and there while Taehyung couldn’t give a fuck. How was he going to pay attention when his baby stepbrother was there, sitting prettily? He mindlessly starts stroking his thighs again. He can’t wait till this meal was over so he can finally be alone with Jungkook, and god knows how excited he was to finish this day. “Remember, we’re just two rooms away so if there’s any emergency let me know.” “I know mom.” Taehyung sighs, rolling his eyes. “I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to Jungkook!” She snaps. “Kookie…” His mom smiles, holding his stepbrother’s shoulders. Okay at this point he’s just convinced she loves Jungkook more than his own son. “Let me know if Taehyung is up to no good I will let him sleep outside the hotel.” Jungkook laughs, and it sends tingles in Taehyung’s stomach. “Yes mommy.” “Have a good night boys.” His stepfather bids and finally after ten minutes and fifty-five seconds of useless advices, they finally leave them both alone in the room. Taehyung locks the door and the moment he turns his head, he hears a thud and realizes Jungkook threw himself on the king-sized bed already, drowning himself with the pillows and going over how amazing this day was. The eighteen-year old looked like a baby wrapping himself around the white blankets and Taehyung wonders if anything could be cuter. “It’s so soft hyung.” Jungkook giggles, nuzzling his face on the stark-white pillows. The boy sits up, a blanket over his head, before patting the space beside him, inviting him over. “Taehyung-hyung, come here!” And really Taehyung might just cum there all over the sheets at the sight of his little brother all sprawled out for him. Before he could even take a step, Jungkook stands up and pulls his arm forward, bringing them both down together tangled on the sheets. He could feel arms wrap themselves around him and the air suddenly just turned ten degrees hotter even with the air conditioner on. He looks down below and sees Jungkook hugging him, his soft dark hair nuzzling against his chin and Taehyung theorizes he could survive a lifetime just smelling that enticing peach on stepbrother. “Hyung…” Taehyung hums back. “Can we play tonight?” Adrenaline runs throughout his body at the mention of playing. Kim Taehyung now is your chance to get that ass. “Of course Kookie? What game do you want to play?” He’s a little excited to see where this was going to go as he toys with the strands of the younger’s hair. “Well…It involves a lot of sweating and blindfold.” All sorts of improper thoughts started flooding Taehyung’s mind and shit was Jungkook being kinky now? Just the thought alone sends a jolt across his spine and since seventy percent of the time he spends around Jungkook he thinks with his dick, he quickly blurts out, “You want me to tie you up baby and--” “Let’s play hide and seek!” Oh, hide and seek. Of course, what else could have he expected? A few minutes later, they were already set. Apparently the younger already has the blindfold prepared and when Jungkook meant lots of sweating he was actually referring to himself running around to avoid from being caught. Taehyung was already standing in the middle of their hotel room, blindfolded and spinning like his life depended on it. He could still hear Jungkook’s giggles and immediately knows this wasn’t going to be that hard since the room wasn’t that big and there were no sneaky areas where his brother can hide without being caught. But he instantly regrets that theory fifteen minutes later when he was sure he scanned the entire room and yet Jungkook was still nowhere to be found. “Jungkook, give me a clue.” He shouts out, and that’s when he hears a thud just a few steps from his right corner where he thinks the bed was and waves his arms around to look for him. He must have been looking like a dumbass all this time because he hears the younger’s laugh. Another soft thud and this time he knows it was a pillow falling and there was only one place where it was possible to reach it out and make it fall. “Got you!” Taehyung shouts, lifting the entire bedsheet as he reaches out his arms and comes in contact with another body. When a delighted chuckle came after that, Taehyung removes his blindfold and that’s when his thoughts were confirmed. Surely there was a cute little bunny laughing under the white sheets, panting for air and all sweaty probably because of how long he spent hiding there. Seeing his little brother’s shirt slightly soaked, he can’t help but lick his lips when he sees Jungkook’s frame beneath the clothing. Oh how ironic it was that Jungkook’s face was screaming adorable but his body was sexy beyond imagination. “Wow, hyung I never thought you’d find me there.” Jungkook was still laughing when as he sits beside him. “You took very long finding me under the sheets.” Taehyung snickers and pinches the younger’s cheeks, “I can’t see anything Jungkook what do you expect.” He wipes the sweat forming on his neck, feeling a bit exhausted as well. Taehyung doesn’t know what possessed him but he finds his hands all over Jungkook’s body, and he could feel the sweaty, sticky material cling onto the younger’s figure like a second skin. Such a tight fucking body for a pretty little thing. He could even see his brother’s nipples through the shirt and his throat dries out on him. The moment didn’t even last long because Jungkook suddenly stands up. “I’m going to take a shower now. Hyung…” He turns his head to his older brother and asks, “Do you want to go first?” Taehyung kind of expected an invitation for them to shower together but he guesses that could only be possible on his wildest fantasies of shower sex so he shakes his head and nudges his stepbrother to go on telling him he will just go after he finishes. He can wait a few minutes for so he decides to look for his phone to keep himself entertained for the meantime. But the moment he hears the shower goes on from inside the bathroom, he knew he was going to lose his sanity. “Shit.” He curses, voluntarily standing up on his own.Just one door away was Jungkook, naked and taking a shower and it feels like it was the towel incident all over again. Back at home Jungkook most of the time insist’s on showering in their parent’s bathroom so he won’t keep Taehyung waiting when they go to school. There are the rare times his brother would take a bath in their own bedroom, but he always makes sure to leave the room to keep himself from kicking down the door and touching the other. He tries to resist the temptation of blurting out a lame excuse of accidentally opening it just to take a look of the younger’s body but Taehyung knows better. Why does his dick have to have a thing for anything Jungkook-related? A few minutes later of biting his lips and walking around in circles to distract himself, he finally hears the shower stop and Taehyung heaves a sigh of relief thanking the heavens that it was finally over. Just when he thought his suffering was over, out came Jungkook, wearing nothing but a white robe, his protruding collar bones showing as well as a small part of his chest revealed, the clothing only covering half of his thighs revealing those soft, silky thighs and all for him to see. “Hyung this robe is too short.” Jungkook laughs, and for Taehyung it looks like there was a soft glow shining behind the other because he looks like a walking sex dream right now. Jungkook notices the way his hyung was looking at him, and takes it a sign. “Hyung…Are you alright?” He nervously asks, he didn’t do anything wrong this time, did he? Taehyung snaps out from his daze. “Y-yeah. I-I just thought the robe was too short too.” The laugh he projects wasn’t meant to be strained, but since when did his throat become so dry again? “I-I’ll just get your change of clothes, it’s in your bag isn’t it? Who am I kidding, of course it is.” “No hyung!” Jungkook runs over to their bags before he can even open them. “I’ll get it myself.” He kneels down to open the bag, bending over to reach the zipper on the other side, not knowing how much of a show he was doing exposing his bare thighs in front of his hyung. It takes him a few seconds before his hands finally got a hold of the zipper. And it also took Taehyung this long for his patience to finally break. “Hyung can I—“ Jungkook doesn’t know how it happens but the next thing he knows, he lands on his back with a thud on the soft sheets of the bed, two hands were pinning besides his head, and when he looks up, he sees his older brother on top of him. Taehyung’s knees were on both side of his thighs, completely trapping him under his brother’s intimidating gaze. He tries to writhe his way out, thinking it’s just another one of those times they’d get into playful wrestling fights but the second he moves, Taehyung holds his shoulders and shoves him back to the bed again.Okay, now Jungkook was scared. What was wrong? Did he do something wrong? Why was his Taehyung-hyung looking this way at him? The questions in Jungkook’s mind kept on flooding. He has never seen this look before on his hyung so it was hard to read his situation, and when silence was thick he motivates himself to finally speak up, and decides he can at least be brave to confront him. After all, his older brother promised he would never hurt him. “Taehyung-hyung, w-what are you doing?” Jungkook really tries to mask how nervous he was but his words betrayed him. Deep brown irises continued staring at him for a few seconds, before the other smirks. “You are just fucking tempting me aren’t you?” With those words, Jungkook confirms he had done something wrong to upset his hyung. His Sure he was a potty mouth at some times but his Taehyung-hyung would never curse unless he was mad or irritated. “H-hyung…what did I do? Did Jungkook do something bad?” Tears starts to pool in his eyes and his heart was beating too fast for him to calm down. Why was he always so weak? Maybe that’s why Taehyung hates him right now, because he was being too weak. “I’m sorry. Jungkook is sorry. Hyungie please don’t be mad.” As for Taehyung he can’t believe the sight displayed right before his eyes. Jungkook trapped under him wearing absolutely nothing beneath the robe that goes so well with his milky skin, writhing under his touch and on the verge of tears. His soft thighs all for him to see, neck and collarbones waiting to be bruised and a face that looked so confused and apologetic that he looked like he was charged of committing the biggest crime of his life. If there was anyone in the room who was about to commit a sin, it was probably him. He leans closer, whispering hot breaths all over the younger’s lips, making him tense. “You did nothing baby.” He assures. “You didn’t do anything wrong. How could you be doing something wrong? In fact, you were just being a good boy to me ever since you came to my life.” Jungkook’s eyes flickered with hope, “R-really? But why do you look mad?” He carefully chooses his words, not wanting the other to trigger the other’s temper more. “Are you…mad at Kookie?” Taehyung laughs at the other’s innocence. It was about time to tell his baby brother the truth. “Oh no baby, I’m not mad at you.” Taehyung strokes his cheeks in reassurance. “You’ve been so, so good that it makes me wanna do bad things. And I’m mad at myself for that. Because after all, no one wants to ruin such a beautiful thing like you Jungkook…” Jungkook blushes, averting his gaze away from Taehyung. He doesn’t understand what the older meant by ‘bad things’ and just when he was about to ask, a soft pair of lips crashes against his lips. Taehyung took the chance, kissing the younger’s rosy lips hungrily like his life depended on it. It just felt just as good as the first one they shared at home but this time, the older did not waste the opportunity to taste every corner of his stepbrother’s hot, delicious mouth. Inexperienced lips were against his venturing ones and Taehyung cupped the boy’s cheeks to deepened their mouths, never getting enough of the luscious taste that was his stepbrother’s. Taehyung thinks he could do this all fucking day without ever getting tired. “H-hyung…” Jungkook whimpers, and every wet sound that escaped from making out with him sends all Taehyung’s blood rushing south. Taehyung moves on, and this time starts attacking Jungkook’s neck. The robe just did well on revealing the beautiful pale skin of his collarbones and he just couldn’t take it anymore and licks a small stripe that made Jungkook gasp softly. “So beautiful, such a sweet, sweet baby.” Taehyung goes on, “You’re making hyung go so crazy you just don’t know.” He could feel the small, lithe frame shaking at every swipe of his lips against the porcelain-like skin on his throat. Jungkook’s hands was tightly grasping his shirt, but he wasn’t doing anything to stop him and instead clings onto him as he continues planting wet kisses on the younger’s neck. “Ah…” He hears a sob and sees Jungkook’s eyes closed, biting his swollen lips, face red from blushing too much and Taehyung doesn’t understand how cute and sexy that was at the same time. “Fuck your delicious.” He sucks another bruise on the other’s neck. “So pretty, and so, so perfect. Is hyung making you feel good?” Taehyung leans again to lick on the sensitive spot just below his brother’s jawline. Jungkook hears him and hums a soft ‘yes’. Jungkook doesn’t know how his older brother was doing it but the kisses he was receiving makes him feel like he was on cloud nine. This was nothing like the other times they pecked each other’s lips secretly in their room. Taehyung-hyung’s lips were so amazing against his own, and he felt the butterflies on his stomach go wild again just like the first time. Suddenly, everything feels so, so hot and it was like his hyung was helping him make it go away. “Hyung…” Jungkook manages to say, he feels hands run through his sides and feels overwhelmed with how his body reacted to that. “H-hyung, is this r-right?” Taehyung stops, lifting his head up to meet Jungkook’s taintless stare, and runs his hands over the thin material of the robe. “Does it feel good to you? Is hyung making you feel good?” Jungkook avoids the melting gaze and shyly nods back in agreement. He has never tried something like this before yet the feeling was so perfect. “But I feel so hot hyung.” He admits, tears were welling up his eyes again. He was experiencing so many things in such a little time he can’t help but feel even more worried. “It feels so weird and good I don’t know anymore. I think I’m broken hyung. Hyung, am I sick?” “Hey baby, don’t cry. You are not broken.” Taehyung kisses his cheek. “If you’re feeling that way that means your body likes me. Don’t worry, hyung will take care of you. You want this right baby boy?” Jungkook doesn’t even realize it when he nods his head slowly. Taehyung grins and skillfully unties the belt that was holding Jungkook’s robe and the younger could feel his heart hammering his ribs. A drop of tear falls from Jungkook’s eyes, and he doesn’t know if it was because he disappointed his hyung or was just scared at what was going to happen next. A face of panic contorts on Jungkook’s face as he holds the only clothing he has, trying to cover himself up. “But I-I’m not wearing anything under.” Was his hyung going to see him naked? He doesn’t want to embarrass himself even more in front of him. Moreover, he was feeling something weird going under there and he was too scared to find out what it was. “I know.” Taehyung uncovers the part of Jungkook’s torso, revealing clear skin of his chest. “And you don’t know how I’ve been dreaming to see you that way. How I’ve wanted to see your beautiful body.” He kisses Jungkook’s chest before feeling it up with his large calloused hands. Jungkook whimpers at the contact. His hyung’s hand felt simultaneously hot and cold on his skin, and it sends shivers to his spine at how right it felt. His body arches a little, as he finds himself needing those touches, his body completely submitting to the sensation. Taehyung resumes planting wet kisses along the younger’s jaw, up to his neck, peppering them all over his face and Jungkook bites his lips trying to keep all the embarrassing sounds that are threatening to escape his throat. Taehyung eventually notices and kissed the younger’s upper lip, setting it free. “Don’t be shy. Let me hear you.” Taehyung playfully teases his nipple, rolling his fingers around them and he sees Jungkook’s eyes widen as he tries to keep himself from making any noises but with a light pinch, he releases a heavy sigh. “A-ah, hyung…” Jungkook moans, and it as the most beautiful thing Taehyung has heard in his life. The older of the two feels his pants getting tighter and tighter at the pretty sounds the other was making as he plays with his nipples. Excited, he didn’t waste time on completely unclothing him below his hips revealing Jungkook in his all naked glory. He was practically drooling at the sight laid before him. Even with his thighs bound together, Jungkook can’t hide the fact he was half hard and leaking, and it just makes him more tempted to just fuck him till his heart’s content. “Fuck Jungkook.” He slides his hands against those thighs to part them slightly, and he presses their foreheads together and forces Jungkook to look at him with those glassy eyes. “Look at yourself angel. You make me wanna fuck you. Would you like that? Would you like hyung to fuck you?” “W-what?” Jungkook has no idea what his brother was talking about but he trusts Taehyung with everything it so he asks, “Will it hurt?” “No.” He caresses his legs, feeling the softness of it. “Of course not. Hyung will never hurt you baby. Right now, hyung just want to make you feel good.” Jungkook doesn’t know how to take in the words he had just heard. Taehyung-hyung will take care of me, he repeats in his head like a mantra. He loves his brother, maybe even a bit too much. All this time, Taehyung was always there for him, putting up to his stupid mistakes, taking care of him the most out of the family, and making him comfortable with his own self. His hyung will never hurt him, and that’s what comforts him for a second. Jungkook’s vision blurs for a split second when a warm hand suddenly cups his crotch. When he looks down he panics again when he sees it was his very own hyung holding his private part. “Look how wet you are for me.” Taehyung chuckles as he rubs his palm against Jungkook’s growing erection. He uses his other hand to slip it under the younger’s bottom and giving it a squeeze, earning a delicious whimper from the other. “H-hyung –ah! Oh-oh god.” He could see Jungkook shuddering under him as the younger gripped against his shirt like it was his last remaining sanity, and the older just knows he was already fully hard with the sultry expressions his brother was making. “Hyung, that, that’s bad.” “Oh really?” Taehyung stops his hand for a moment, then continues to tease him when he starts stroking his dick in a playfully slow pace that it has Jungkook whimpering, thrusting himself into his brother’s hand to get more friction. “Well it looks like you actually like it. Don’t you Kookie?” Jungkook was at a loss of words. It was true, and he knows better than to lie to the other. “T-Taehyung-hyung.” His chest heaving up and down, hips gyrating slowly in need of more friction. “Hyung, m-more there please…” He begs. He never knew touching himself down there would bring so much pleasure. It was amazing hearing Jungkook beg for more. This time, Taehyung strokes the other’s dick properly, running his hand up and down its entire length. The way Jungkook mewls and moans his name under every touch makes him want to rip off his own clothes and palm his own aching cock but right now his priority was to let his baby know how good he can make him feel. “See Jungkook?” Taehyung bends over, engaging the other in a sloppy liplock before pulling back to see his face. So fucking hot. “Only hyung can make you feel this good. Only hyung can touch you this way. I’m the only one who could make you this way.” He messily kisses the other’s lips again before focusing back on getting his brother on the edge. Precum was messily oozing through the tip, and Taehyung adjusts himself between the other’s legs and licks it off, making Jungkook cry out. “Ah! Ah, h-hyung.” Jungkook could barely catch his breath with the words. “H-hyung, it’s dirty.” But anyone in the face of the earth knew Taehyung was stubborn so instead he ends up taking the younger in his mouth. Jungkook practically screams at the new felt sensation that rushes in his head. He doesn’t even realize when he continuously moans his brother’s name like it was the only thing in his mind. All he could think about was his hyung and how his hyung was making him feel so good with his mouth and hand. Jungkook didn’t even think it was possible, yet it feels like he was flying. It was like a hug. A wonderful, warm, wet hug right there between his legs. “Oh, oh god…” The younger moans, “T-tae-hyung…” Jungkook sits up, trying to prop his weak upper body with his arms, and his head buzzes at the sight he sees with his hyung’s mouth around his leaking organ, too engrossed to even know he was already half sitting. The eighteen-year old feels himself seeing white when Taehyung bobs his head gently, and he was moaning so much a string of saliva was dribbling from the corner of his parted mouth. “You looked so fucked.” Taehyung momentarily stops to admire his work. He never knew the day would come when he finally gets to see his baby brother like this: mouth parted erotically and body quaking from the jolts of pleasure frying his senses. “And you taste so good also. So perfect Kookie, always so fucking perfect for hyung, hm?” Jungkook doesn’t even comprehend the other’s words when his hyung uses his tongue to lick every skin of his cock while holding his hips down. When he feels an unsettling knot below his stomach and a strong urge to release, he uses whatever was left of his sanity to pull himself away from his brother. “Hyung, hyung stop.” He pleads between heavy pants, “Oh! Ah, hyung. Please something is coming out.” Taehyung grins and releases Jungkook’s aching cock inside his mouth, but instead settles with using his hands again stroking it faster than last time. “Let it out then.” Taehyung says, sucking a spot inside Jungkook’s thighs. “It’s gonna feel very, very good.” “No!” The other whines. “No, hyung s-stop doing it. I might –ah! I might d-dirty you.” The younger practically begs this time. Every stroke makes him close to releasing whatever it was threatening to spurt out of his dick. His breathing becomes more erratic within every second, and Jungkook just can’t hold it anymore. The pleasure was rising at a pace in such a short time and when he finally feels something release out of him. A long, high-pitched moan echoed in the room as Jungkook experiences his first orgasm. The amount of adrenaline coursing through every nerve of his body makes him shudder under the touch of his brother. Taehyung watches in amazement how the younger’s cum messily shoots all over his hand, some squirting to Jungkook’s own thighs. He continues stroking the other until Jungkook finishes riding his high. Taehyung stands up, and watches the work he has done with his stepbrother and can’t help but feel smug at the fact he just did that. “Hyung…” Jungkook bites his lips, trying to muster his words in between his heavy breathing. “Hyung I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I messed myself, I can’t–“ Taehyung shushes him with a kiss. “Don’t worry baby. When you feel good, your body will always do that. It will release your cum.” “M-my cum?” The younger was puzzled as the unfamiliar word roll in his tongue. To make his point, Taehyung slips his cum-coated finger between Jungkook’s lips, in which Jungkook did not hesitate to take in his mouth. The brunette licks his lips as he stares at his brother licking off his own release at his finger. Jungkook was really out here set to give him a heart attack, and it was not doing anything to calm down his raging boner which reminds him that he has a problem of his own too. The older stands up and removes his pants, while Jungkook catches his breathe and watches his hyung. With just his boxer, Taehyung clearly sees how his painfully hard dick bulged proudly inside it. With his very own source of sexual fantasy sprawled out naked on his bed looking fucked out, Taehyung considers it a feat how much self-control he has at the moment. As much as he loves to mess around more with Jungkook, the younger is probably still processing what the fuck just happened after this impulsive act he pulled on him. So he decides, like the mature older brother he was, that that was enough fooling around for the day. Just when he was a step closer to the bathroom, not looking back in case his brain decides to do something crazy again at the sight of his very sexy, naked brother, he hears his brother. “Wait.” Jungkook calls out in a whisper, but Taehyung hears it clearly. “Yeah?” “I-I have to make you feel good too.” Jungkook suggests, eyes gleaming. Taehyung gulps. Did he just hear his brother say what he thinks he said or was he just dreaming all of this again? Now that he thinks about it, it was all too good to be true so he pinches his hand and realizes his stepbrother whom he just jerked off was still sitting there tangled with the pristine white sheets emanating a post-orgasm glow that made him look even more angelic if that was even possible. Jungkook’s hair was disheveled, thighs slightly quivering and an array of colors littering his chest and neck and oh god Taehyung wants to take a picture so he can at least have a reference to masturbate to that wasn’t his imagination. “What?” He asks again, just to make sure. Instead of answering back, Jungkook stands up, all in his naked glory and holds Taehyung’s hand leading him back to the bed. His bangs were still wet from the sweat on his forehead, and his legs were still shaken up as he moves towards him but he holds his hyung’s shoulders and makes him sit until Taehyung’s back was resting on the headboard. Now it was Taehyung’s turn to be confused. His baby brother pouts, “You always do stuff for me. You always make me feel good. I-I never did anything to deserve that. Please let me try p-paying you back, let me feel you good too.” His last sentence was fading out, but to Taehyung’s ears it rings loud and clear. Before he could even give out a reply, Jungkook crashes their lips together. It was a bit sloppy and unexperienced, but when he opens his eyes and sees it was his little stepbrother his heart shoots up and his head was suddenly dizzy. “Shit Jungkook.” It didn’t take long before the awkward kiss morphed into tongue and teeth with Taehyung taking the lead. He guides the other, licking the inside of the younger’s mouth and it makes both of them whimper. The taste of Jungkook’s cum still lingers on his lips and it was crazy how he was turned on at how filthily good it was. “H-hyung…” Jungkook says in between, and eventually pulls away from him. Flustered, he settles himself between his hyung’s legs, looking at the bulging tent on his boxers. “D-does your…uhm, does it do what mine did too?” Taehyung tilts his head for a second before he finally comprehends what the other was saying and laughs. “Yes, it gets hard too. If you are feeling good you get hard too, just like earlier when hyung made you feel good, your dick was standing up.” Jungkook blushes hard at his brother’s words. He doesn’t really know what he was going to do. But remembering the scene that had happened a few minutes before, he tries to take notes of what things made him feel good so he can make his hyung feel the same. For the length of time he has spent with his new family, his Taehyung–hyung would always shower him with love, always make him feel special and this was a great opportunity to show he can also be a god brother to him and not just be stupid, clueless Kookie. So gathering his courage, he sluggishly pulls Taehyung’s boxers down. His brother hisses when the cold air hits his hardened member. Taehyung could see his own dick in an angry red color, already oozing precum and it didn’t come as a surprise to him aware of the fact he has been hard the moment he saw Jungkook walk out of the bathroom. For a moment, Jungkook stares at it like it was the most amazing thing he had seen before. “It’s so…” Jungkook pauses to wrap his hand around the length and Taehyung throws his head back in a groan. “I-it’s so big. Hyung, it’s longer than mine.” The younger runs his hand up and down in curiosity, at the same time observing the hot, leaking member twitch in his hand. His hyung was bigger than him, even in these kinds of situations. Jungkook thinks it just proves his older brother was really better than him in many ways and it just makes him feel more pressured to satisfy him. He hears his hyung curs, hissing, and in fear he withdraws his hand, eyes filled with panic. “Did I hurt you?” Anxiety was visible in his stutters. Did he hurt his hyung again? “I-I’m sorry.” Taehyung whines at the loss of contact, but knowing that it was sweet, innocent Jungkook just acting worried again he reassures him with a smile. “No, no. You’re not hurting me, fuck you are even making me feel good. Please, Jungkook…continue what you were doing baby.” He quickly replies, excitement flooding his words at how fast he had just ushered the younger. A sense of bravery fill Jungkook’s chest and he finds himself taking his hyung again in his hand. Taehyung swears he was on the brink of losing his sanity. Jungkook’s soft, small hand felt so perfect around his huge cock, as if it was made to touch him there. The younger was still testing the waters, experimenting as he was fascinated at the member that just hardened more under his touch. He was going in a torturously slow pace and he can’t help but lift his hip up to meet his brother’s hand, brutally gripping the sheets to keep himself from doing anything that will not be on Jungkook’s liking. “Fuck, you’re touching hyung so well.” With the heat surging through his body, he loosens the tie around his neck and almost rips off his polo. The gratifying pleasure his stepbrother brings on his cock made his body shake. Weeks of patiently satiating his frustration was worth it. “I think it likes me.” Jungkook’s lips curve into a smile. A pure, pretty smile that was too unreal for the situation. He sees a clear liquid slowly coming out from the tip and he doesn’t know what overcomes him when he leans over to stick out his tongue to lick and kiss it and Taehyung officially loses his shit. “Ah! Ah, oh god. J-jungkook, fuck. Shit…” A string of curse words unintentionally escapes his mouth and his vision blurs for a split second before he realizes what was really happening. He looks down to see Jungkook, his very own stepbrother’s mouth on his cock. His wet, pink lips stretched and wrapped perfectly around the girth. His hands were gingerly wrapped around the base like a kid holding an ice cream cone and oh god the countless times he his fantasized his little brother doing this to him came nowhere close now that he really sees Jungkook in his naked glory, sucking his dick off. “It tastes good.” Jungkook comments for a second before putting his brother’s cock back in his mouth again. Jungkook is reminded how it was like sucking on a very big lollipop. “I-I like it.” Curiously, he bobs his head and down just like how he saw his hyung earlier. It made his jaw ache a bit because of the size but Jungkook was not going to give up easily so he cushions his teeth with his lips and rolls his tongue up and down on the length. Taehyung throws his head back in pleasure, and he uses his free hand to guide his brother’s nape with the pace. “Christ. Jungkook so good. So fucking good. Angel you’re sucking hyung off so good.” Wet sounds echoed in the room, and the raven-haired boy continued licking on the thick, hot member, lathering every inch of skin with his saliva as he persistently gives the leaking shaft eager licks. God he can’t believe Jungkook has never done this before with the way he was using his tongue, lips and hands. Inexperienced once usually end up biting his dick, but Jungkook… Jungkook was doing this like a fucking pro. “Kookie,” He moans, and the he runs his fingers through the other’s locks before asking, “Kookie, have you done this before?” “N-no.” Jungkook muffled response came as he continued moving his head up and down. Their eyes meet and he was left breathless at the sight of those innocent eyes looking up at him. “Sh-should I have done this?” Taehyung winces at the thought of Jungkook sucking someone else. “No, fuck no. You should only do this to hyung. Only hyung can see you this way –ah!” The older of the two can’t help but force a scream when Jungkook sucked hard on the head of his cock, almost as if it was his own fucking popsicle and tongues at the shaft. Consistent shots of pleasure coursed through his body in waves and now he was really close. “Jungkook, fuck. I’m close.” He whispers between hot pants, not diverting his eyes from his angel. “Close where?” He could barely make out what Jungkook was saying with blood pumping in his ears and his cock fucking the other’s mouth but he lets out a laugh. “I’m gonna cum baby. Baby boy you’re gonna make hyung cum.” Taehyung whines when Jungkook pulls out the stiff member out of his mouth to look up at his hyung, eyes shining with excitement. “Can I taste it too?” He asks, almost as if it wasn’t the sexiest thing he has ever said. And Taehyung doesn’t know if he should find it cute or sexy as fuck. “Yeah, yeah.” He replies quickly, for the sake of his currently neglected dick. “Just…please.” He didn’t let himself finish and instead reaches out to guide his dick back to other’s mouth again but Jungkook was quicker to act and immediately starts pumping his cock again. He occasionally sticks out his tongue to catch the precum dripping out of the head and it drives Taehyung one step closer to edge. Jungkook strokes quickly at what his hands could do, not wanting to disappoint his hyung. He sees his hyung look like he was undergoing a lot of suffering, but Taehyung assures him it was because he was doing so well and Jungkook feels happy and proud for the encouragement. It didn’t last long before Taehyung reaches his peak, shooting his load hard on Jungkook’s mouth, throwing his head back in a long groan of ‘fuck’ and ‘Jungkook’ as he rides out his orgasm. He never came so hard like this in his entire life. Jungkook could see his hyung’s release, and tries catching everything inside his mouth. But when the taste overwhelms him, he pulls back which made white liquid spurting against his cheek and jaw. “Ah Jungkook, oh god.” Taehyung’s moans just come out of instinct seeing such a filthy act of Jungkook’s cum-covered face. The last time he ever though he was going to see this was in his own wet dream and seeing it actually happening right in front of him makes his head spin. When he thinks his hyung was finished, Jungkook wipes his face with the sheets and crawls beside him and Taehyung can’t help throwing his sweaty limbs across the boy and envelop him in a hug. Taehyung nuzzles his nose against the other’s dark hair and peppers his face with kisses that has the other giggling. They stayed like this for a few minutes before the younger breaks the silence. “Did I do well? D-did I make hyung feel good?” Jungkook timidly asks out of nowhere, “I did my best hyung, I really did.” “Fuck yes.” Taehyung answers, kissing his brother’s forehead. Good doesn’t even cover the euphoric experience he just went through. “Only you made me feel this way baby. You’re that good Jungkook. Hyung is proud of you.” At these words, Jungkook looks up, seeing his hyung in an equally fucked out state as him with their hair sticking out and a thin layer of sweat covering their bodies. “R-really? You made me feel the same way too.” Jungkook wiggles his way up so he was face to face with his hyung. “What we did was normal, right hyung? I mean, brothers can do that too, right?” Taehyung sighs. He’s going to have to break to Jungkook that nothing about what they have just done was legal. They were still stepbrothers and Jungkook’s dad would have his head if he finds out what he had just done to defile his sweet, precious son. He doesn’t even want to think what his mother would do to him. But he was too tired to think of the consequences right now after being fucked out so he settles with the first reply his mind gives him. “As long as you won’t let anyone find out, it’s definitely normal. We’ll make each other feel the same again but…promise me you won’t let anyone know?” He tries, and hopefully Jungkook will buy it for now. Because if anyone on the face of the earth finds out, he’s the one going to hell. A spark glows in his brother’s eyes and Jungkook takes his fingers, kisses them and pats them on his hyung’s lips. “I promise! Anything for you hyung.” Taehyung chuckles at the childish act and ends up giving a soft peck on his brother’s cheek. “That’s my baby boy.” “Can we do it again…please?” Jungkook requests and the corner of Taehyung’s lips twitch. Heck if both of them weren’t exhausted right now, he might just go all the way until he fucks his illegally seductive ass. But he doesn’t want to ruin the moment of their first intimate moment with each other. If this was a dream, he doesn’t want to be slapped back to reality because seeing his pretty brother lying there besides, smiling that bunny smile, and smothering him with kisses, he instantly knew this was reality. “I’ll be more than glad to.” Because god knows how many wet dreams he wants to come true.
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Movie nights have become a thing for Taehyung and his mom ever since that day she insisted they needed ‘quality bonding time’. Most of the time it would just be his mother focused on the terrible old movies she buys from their neighbor’s yard sale junk and Taehyung secretly using his phone to avoid cringing to his bones, but this time, Jungkook and his dad have joined their little tradition. An old, horror film was playing on their television, the kind that still had those hideous excuse of a monster costume and absolutely shitty acting. His mom and Jungkook’s dad were lying down on the blanket they sprawled out on the floor already half-asleep and they weren’t even halfway with the movie yet. Jungkook and him were cuddling on the couch just a few feet behind them, a blanket covering them. “Hyung.” Taehyung feels his brother shift closer to him and a head lies on his shoulder. He could smell the familiar scent of strawberries and cream of his brother’s shampoo and it has the hair of his neck stand up. “Yeah Kook?” He nuzzles his nose against the soft dark locks of Jungkook’s hair. It was silent for a moment, just the sound of the movie playing in the background and the soft snores coming from their parents in front of them, then the younger speaks up. “Hyung, c-can I kiss you?” And it knocks the air out of Taehyung’s lungs. The older didn’t waste any time and cups his brother’s jaw and captures the other’s lips in his. This time, Jungkook was bold enough to open his mouth so Taehyung can lick inside it, and their hot, wet tongues meet in a vigorous dance. The lewd sounds coming out from their mouth makes Taehyung’s head spin so he deepens their kiss and his brother mewls. Everything about Jungkook was perfect and until now he still can’t believe the mouth he has dreamed of devouring was kissing him back with much fervor. From the corner of his eye he sees their mom move and Taehyung quickly tears himself apart from his brother. “Fuck.” He was still panting and he can see Jungkook’s flushed face even in the dim lighting of their living room. It was so, so wrong that he was kissing his brother with their parents just a few steps away. It was so bad, yet so good and Taehyung digs the adrenaline of it. “Was that good enough baby?” Jungkook bites his lips and pouts. “N-not kiss on the lips hyungie.” He points between Taehyung’s legs. “Kiss you there.” Jesus fuck Jungkook can’t just initiate those things out of nowhere because by the way his heart was hammering right now, he could pass out. It’s only just been a few days since their little fiasco after their hotel dinner, and this was the first time they were able to hang out of each other because school was getting in the way. Taehyung finds it a miracle he even survived the week with the amount of schoolwork and club activities he had to attend to, resulting to him passing on the bed the moment he gets home, not even having the time to entertain his baby brother. The most they ever did was that time he pulled Jungkook into his empty club room to give his angel kisses. Other than that, they acted like they haven’t sucked each other’s dick and resumed their brotherly acts for everyone around them to see. So really after that excruciating patience, who was he to deny such an offer? “Hyung…” Jungkook lays his head on his lap and whines. “Pretty please, I want to taste hyung’s cum again.” Taehyung frantically covers the other’s mouth. “Oh my god Jungkook, you can’t just say things like that.” Jungkook has no idea what that does to him doesn’t he? Taehyung was at a loss of words then he finally takes the blanket covering his legs. He could already see the semi he was sporting and Jungkook’s eyes sparkles, fucking sparkles at the sight of the bulge. Jungkook lies on his stomach on the couch with his head resting on his hyung’s right thigh and carefully pulls down his shorts revealing the already hard cock. Jungkook licks his lips enticingly while staring at the member which has Taehyung’s throat drying. “Can I?” His sweet angel asks with a smile. It was funny how his erect dick juxtaposed the solemn, pure expression on his brother’s face. Taehyung nods his head too fast and Jungkook didn’t even take a beat before wrapping his soft, pink lips around the head of his cock. Taehyung’s hips shift at the sudden warmth engorging around his dick and he bites his lips so hard to keep himself from groaning too loud. Fuck his parents were just there in front of them, only a duvet curtaining the filthy scene of their sons fooling around. This creates an incessant rush that makes him fully hard. “Kookie, you can’t… you can’t make any noise. Baby l-look at me.” He sighs heavily, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and tugs it a bit, forcing the younger to meet his eyes. “You can’t let mommy and daddy see this so you have to be as quiet as possible. Can you do that pretty?” Jungkook understands and nods, making his head bob in accident and Taehyung hisses when the soft tongue laps at the underside of dick. His stepbrother seems to take this as a sign and continues moving his head eagerly, almost taking his full length inside his mouth and he swears Jungkook just got better at sucking dick than the last time. “Hyung it’s so big and hard.” The muffled words buzz in Taehyung’s ears. His baby brothers sucks on the precum leaking and Jungkook looked like a slut like this. His pretty little cockslut. The people in front of them shift slightly and Taehyung almost stops breathing. God, if his parents decide to wake up right now he doesn’t even want to know what happens next. But thankfully the two were still very much asleep with the movie’s noise drown the wet, filthy sounds that comes when his length hits the back of his brother’s throat. Before he knew it, he was ramming his cock inside Jungkook’s mouth, fighting the moans that dare to escape from his lips with every thrust of his hips. “Kookie, shit so good… Miss this, miss your mouth, miss you…” Fuck, fuck, fuck, was all he can think about seeing his brother’s eyes tear up as he continued fucking his small throat. Jungkook takes his hyung’s hand and links their fingers together. Time seems to speed up and slow down and all he can think about was Jungkook and Jungkook’s mouth and Jungkook’s pretty face falling apart as he sucks his thick member. “Fuck, baby I’m close.” Was that Jungkook smiling? “I’m gonna cum Kookie, angel you’re gonna make hyung cum with your fucking mouth. Jungkook uses his strength to pull his head back which has Taehyung whimpering at the loss of contact. But then the younger uses both of his hands to stroke his cock faster and he lets out a loud moan. He sure as fuck hopes his parents did not hear that. “Please hyung…want to taste it again.” All the pent up frustration did not make him last any longer. It only takes a while before Taehyung cums, shooting his load while placing his hand over his mouth. He closes his eyes as he lets his climax take over his shuddering body. When he opens them, he sees Jungkook’s half lidded eyes and delicious tongue sticking out to catch every shot of cum that comes out from his dick. His precious brother was lapping up everything like it was his morning milk and god this was all too good to be true. “Yummy.” Jungkook comments with a soft giggle, wiping the cum that streaked his left cheek. It was impossible how it was both endearing and irresistible. “I-I miss you hyung. Miss you lots, miss you so much.” Taehyung notes how his angel’s voice breaks slightly, probably from fucking his throat too hard. He makes a mental note to get something to treat that before it gets worse. He takes another peek at where his parents are sitting and thankfully, they were still deep in slumber. Holy fuck, Taehyung can’t believe he let his little brother give him a blowjob when their parents were right in front of them. Yoongi and Jimin were probably not going to believe this when he tells them later. Jungkook tucks his flaccid dick back inside his boxers and Taehyung winces at the sensitivity. The younger apologizes but he quickly tackles the other in an embrace before he worries more. “Sorry if I haven’t spent as much time with you lately.” Taehyung confesses, kissing the other’s cheek as he pulls him closer. He throws the blanket over their bodies and Jungkook looked so precious like this, almost like a baby. His baby. “Hyung was just busy, but now I have all the time for you.” “I thought you were mad because of…the hotel.” The hesitation in Jungkook’s voice already tells the story. His baby brother was probably worried sick that he disappointed him that night. His heart twinges at the thought that he had left his Jungkook to overthink for himself. “I-I’m scared that you’ll get mad at me and leave me hyung.” “Now why would I do that?” “Because I’m--” Jungkook throws a leg over his hyung and hugs him even tighter. “I’m weird hyung, and dumb, and very, very clumsy, I always knew. Even daddy knows but he, he’s too afraid to hurt me. No one ever wanted to be my friend because I’m, well, like this. You’re my first real friend hyung. I like you too much I don’t want you to leave.” Taehyung sighs, and lifts Jungkook’s chin so they could be face to face. There was a hint of sadness in the other’s eyes that was contagious. “Hey, you’re not weird. Promise. You’re just too good for this bad world okay? You’re more than what you think you are yeah baby?” Jungkook looks a bit happier and nods. “Promise me you’ll never leave Kookie?” Taehyung thinks it was physically impossible for him to be mad at his brother even if he tried. He holds his brother tight in his arms and kisses his forehead. “Promise.”
kookie, hyung’s gonna not gonna make it for lunch today :(((( don’t wait up for me and eat, I promise ill give u lots of kisses when u get home!! Sorry love u!
Jungkook pretends he doesn’t get a little sad at the text message. From grabbing lunch, hanging out by the school yard and asking for secret kisses before they part ways for class, Taehyung was always there for him. This was the first time he was going to have lunch alone in the school cafeteria and Jungkook feels just a tad bit lonely on the two-seater table where him and his hyung usually sit to eat together. With the other’s absence, he can’t help but feel like a loser sitting all alone. Well, at least there will be kisses when he goes home later, he looks on the bright side. “Hey there.” Jungkook continues poking his food, trying hard to pretend he doesn’t overhear the loud conversations of even louder students flooding the cafeteria. But when someone takes the seat in front of him that wasn’t his hyung, that’s when he looks up alarmed. “Can’t help but notice you were lonely” The other says and he shifts slightly on his seat. “Mind if I sit here?” Jungkook scans around and notices there were plenty of vacant seats for the boy to sit on but knows pointing it out will be rude. But when the other guy smiles at him like that, he decides the senior was harmless as he looks. “Hello.” He beams back and Jungkook does his best to remember the introduction he practiced countless of times a month ago. “I’m Jungkook, new student. Nice to meet you!” There was a glint on the other’s eyes that he can’t seem to read. “Oh, a new student. No wonder this is the first time I’m seeing a pretty face like yours. I’m Yugyeom.” Slightly taken aback by Yugyeom’s boldness, he can’t help but blush. It wasn’t everyday he was complimented by a cool, older guy that wasn’t his hyung. Yugyeom was good-looking, he admits to himself, but still not as handsome as his hyung. “T-Thank you.” He manages to say. “You’re handsome too! I mean, no. No, I mean you are but, like not in that way. No, I mean I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said I’m just going to—“ He stands up to leave, and probably bury a hole somewhere in their yard so he can lay there and cry at how awkward and stupid he was being right now but instead a hand around his wrist stops him from taking another step. He looks back to see Yugyeom laughing, and Jungkook really, really wants to disappear right now just like those bunnies in magic shows. “Hey it’s okay, I get it, don’t leave.” Yugyeom signals him to go back to his seat at which he does obediently. He doesn’t really have a choice doesn’t he? “You’re really cute you know?” “I…I’m not!” He defends, but knowing himself, Jungkook thinks he probably looks as intimidating as newborn chick. A flustered, very ashamed newborn chick. “So where are you from pretty?” “I just actually moved…here.” Is it normal for boys to be this forward at someone who just made a fool out of himself? “It’s actually my first time going to a real school.” “No way? Do tell!” At that, Jungkook becomes more encouraged to speak up, and the rest of the conversation goes smoothly. The younger shares his homeschool struggles and Yugyeom comments how cool it was he survived being alone for such a long time. Then he didn’t even notice they were talking for minutes, and it was the first time Jungkook ever conversed with someone this long in campus that wasn’t his hyung. It felt refreshing and exciting, knowing he has the ability to talk to engage in a real social interaction with another human being without the other making fun of him. And trust Jungkook when he says it happens, a lot. Yugyeom was even nice enough to ignore how much of a stuttering mess he was earlier. “…I’d spend lots of times just surfing the internet. I also read books, play with uhm…” My stuffed toys, he wants to say but that would just humiliate him even more in front of his new friend. “Video games. Yeah, I play lots of video games too!” Video games were more cool and manly choice of hobby, something Yugyeom looks like he would be more interested in that stuffed bears and bunnies. “That’s awesome.” He was right. “I actually have lots of cool shit back at my house. You name it, Overwatch, PUBG, you’re totally gonna love them.” Yugyeom pauses, and there was something devious about it but Jungkook dismisses it right away. “What you say, wanna come back to my place later to play games?” Taehyung always told him to never trust strangers at school, but Yugyeom seems harmless and cool and very, very nice so that was all the reason he needs to agree with the offer. Just when he was about to reply, the bell rings and Jungkook scrambles to his feet remembering he has class with a very impatient Mr. Nam in about five minutes. “I still have class and I have to go home early today.” Jungkook sees the other pout. Later was too soon but maybe he can go some other time. It was the least he could do with the other providing him company. “B-but I can go this weekend, if my hyung lets me. Here, I can give you my number.” The other seems to smirk at that. “Sweet.” They exchanged numbers and Jungkook runs to his class right away, but not before waving at Yugyeom and thanking him many times for keeping him company. He smiles to himself for overcoming the anxiety. He can’t wait to share to his hyung about his new friend.
(“Fuck Yugyeom stop smiling creepily like that you’re giving me chills.”
“Can’t help it boys, I just found a new lay. A fucking cute one too.”
“Damn. Think you can share this one with us?”
“He’s as clueless as a klutz, you’re all gonna like him. Homeschooled pretty boy. Dibs on first fuck though.”
“Another dumb bitch? Count me in.”)
Jungkook was lost. His last class instructed them to go to the auditorium to watch some conference and for a moment he was thankful because those usually don’t last as long as regular class hours. But while he was haphazardly finishing an essay on the last few minutes of History class, he realized his classmates were already leaving together to go there which leaves him all alone. Again. Jungkook just can’t believe he’s on his own again twice today. In his defense, he has never been on this side of the campus before. This was definitely one of the disadvantages of being homeschooled ever since he was a toddler. Even if he’s been studying here for more than a month now, he still hasn’t ingrained the layout of the school in his poor brain, and it didn’t help that most of the time his hyung was always there to accompany him. So Jungkook truly, unfortunately doesn’t know where he is when he accidentally stumbles inside a supposedly empty classroom only be greeted by the sight of two students straddling each other on the teacher’s table. “Oh my god, again? Every fucking time when I’m about to—“ “Yoongi shut up he’s gonna hear us.” The two students in front of him were in a very…peculiar position just now, Jungkook thinks, with one bent awkwardly on the table while the other was beneath him. At his presence, they immediately scramble away from each other in a squeak and makes a commotion to hide under the teacher’s desk and Jungkook just scratches his head in confusion. Did he really look that bad today that they were scared of him? He sees the one with faded pink hair stand up to peek at him, and their eyes meet. Suddenly the boy was on his legs and pointing an accusing finger at him. “You…” Pinky says. “You’re Jungkook, right?” He feels conscious when the other eyes him from head to toe. The mint-haired boy besides him looks equally surprised and stands as well. Jungkook curiously stares at the few loose buttons on both of their uniform and how they looked like they just ran a mile and got attacked by a wild animal with their disarrayed clothes and sweaty faces. “As in Taehyung’s Jungkook? You, by any chance is Kim Taehyung’s stepbrother?” Minty asks. At the mention of his hyung’s name, Jungkook knows right away luck has found him. “You know hyungie? Yes, I’m his brother. And…” He takes in a deep breath, find your words Kookie, just like how Taehyung taught you. “I’m actually lost right now and I was hoping you could tell me which way is back?” Pinky and Minty looks at each other, then back at him, then looks at each other again before breaking out in a laughter. Their laughs echo in the empty room, making it seem a lot louder than what he expected. Jungkook bites his lips and suddenly feels embarrassed and out of place around the two, so he slowly walks back and decides to leave the room as to not ruin their moment. For a small moment there, he thought he was going to make another set of friends. “No wait don’t go Jungkook.” Pink boy reaches out for him, and his face lights up. “I’m Jimin, that’s Yoongi,” He points at Minty. “We’re actually your hyung’s buddies. Nice to finally meet you.” Jimin extends his hand. “Jimin use your clean hand.” As if an epiphany hits him, Jimin extends his other hand to him and tries again, “Nice to meet you?” “I’m Jungkook!” He repeats more enthusiastically this time, taking the handshake with the same energy. “I’m so lucky I found hyung’s bestfriends. I heard him mention the both of you actually, it’s nice meeting you!” “In a bad timing.” Yoongi mumbles and he feels his boyfriend’s elbow hit him on the side. “Anyways, you were lost?” “Y-yeah.” Jungkook is suddenly reminded of his problem. “I didn’t know which way was to the auditorium and I just kept walking and walking following my classmates but then I ended up alone, and—“ “Hey it’s okay.” Jimin walks closer to ruffle his hair. Just with the gesture, he already knows they were going to be very nice people like his hyung. “Just don’t tell anyone we were here though.” The other’s puppy eyes catch him off guard but Jungkook quickly nods. “Of course no problem!” He assures right away, to which Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief. “I-if it makes you feel better, you guys can just help me after you finish exercising? I understand the discipline officers can get very strict nowadays so it must be hard for you both someplace to stretch. I can be look out,” Jungkook suggests, and he feels satisfied at how smart the idea was. “Yeah, I can look out while you finish!” Yoongi and Jimin looks at him with their jaws dropped. Did I say anything wrong? All Jungkook could think of was how they probably think he was very dumb for being lost and now offering to be look out? Really? They were probably not even exercising anyway but Jungkook couldn’t think of any other explanation for the questionable position he found them in. Jimin excuses himself to engage in a debate with the other and after a few seconds of arguing, and was that Yoongi hitting Jimin’s head, the pink-haired boy walks to him. “That’s actually a great idea Jungkook.” Oh thank god. “You can be look out while we play hide and seek in the closet. Someone is actually outside trying to seek for us and we don’t want to lose, you think you can keep him away?” Hide and seek? Jungkook was very much confused how their placement earlier was part of hide and seek, but he dismisses the thought right away and gives them a thumbs up. Just when he was about to sit on one of the desks by the door, Jimin offers him a phone with a video thumbnail on the screen. “Here’s a movie.” Jimin is smiling a little weirdly at him. “You can watch it while you wait, we might be a while.” He winks and Yoongi appears behind Jimin and they stride across the room to hide inside the supply closet. Jungkook is too busy curiously staring at the video to even realizing both of them were already in hiding. First his hyungs offer to help and now they even give him something to watch. Maybe today was his lucky day after all. But the moment he plays the video and the sight of two boys violently making it out in bed was the first thing he sees, he knows there’s more to this day for him.
“Hm baby more.”
One of the actors was wearing a skirt and this was the first time Jungkook has ever seen a boy in a skirt. He was lean, much skinnier than Jungkook and he gets a little insecure how good the actor’s body looked in the plaid clothing. It looked odd, but in a good way that has him wondering if he would look just as good if he wore one. The other guy was bigger, more built, muscles ripping from the white shirt he was wearing and Jungkook didn’t know it was possible to have biceps that big. They were making out, that he knows, just not the same way his Taehyung-hyung and him does it. No, they were more aggressive, almost painful to watch, but he wants to see how it ends.
“So pretty in this fucking skirt baby.”
Pretty. He likes being called pretty too.
“Want it hm princess? Want me to ruin your skirt?”
The big guy suddenly takes his very, very big and hard dick in his hand, and Jungkook gapes at the unrealistic size of it as the man pushes it behind the other’s naked bottom. Jungkook doesn’t know how it just disappears behind the plaid skirt but by the way the two actors’ faces contort in an erotic expression, he thinks it must’ve felt good for both of them. Then the two starts moving their hips wildly, in an animalistic pace almost, and loud moans break out from the screen.
Oh.
Jungkook felt uncomfortable watching the two boys doing…whatever they were doing, so he closes Jimin’s phone. What did he just watch, Jungkook could only wonder, but he doesn’t really want to find out the answer to that. Maybe his hyung just misclicked on the wrong movie for him to watch because there was something behind the back of his mind that makes him think he wasn’t meant to see that. Why was his throat suddenly so dry? He can’t help but think of the image of the boy in the skirt and how he was being praised by the other and it gets Jungkook curious. Will Taehyung also like it if he wears girly things like those? He doesn’t think when he takes his phone and googles the nearest shop where he can buy cute skirts like the one he just saw. What are you doing Kookie, he sighs. But while he waits for the page to load, he can only think of two things: First, he can’t wait to find out his hyung’s reaction to his surprise and second, his Jimin-hyung has very weird taste in movies. “I can’t believe you did that to Jungkook!” “You’re fault you didn’t show up to him right away!” “So you’re just going to make him watch your sex tape while you two fuck?” “Hey it wasn’t our sextape, it was just porn!” He can’t fucking believe his friends right now. Just two minutes ago he receives a phone call from Jimin that they sent Jungkook home. He was about to reply with the obligatory ‘thanks guys this is why you’re the greatest friends in the world’ when Yoongi breaks it to him how they made Jungkook, his sweet, loveable baby boy, watch porn so the younger can watch out for bypassers while they fuck inside the supply closet. The greatest fucking friends indeed. Of all the things they could use to distract the younger, they used fucking porn. They could’ve let him watch cartoon, play some games for fuck’s sake, but what else would he expect from his two best friends who literally fuck the moment they get their hands on each other? So really, Taehyung wasn’t in any position to ‘Calm the fuck down’ as Yoongi bids him right now. “You guys are the fucking worst.” Taehyung groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “At least you let him get home safe, right?” In the back of his mind he sees Jimin roll his eyes at the question. “Of course! What kind of friends would we be?” Assholes, Taehyung wants to say. “As much as I would love to chitchat, I have ramen to cook and dick to suck, see ya tomorrow, love you and sorry! Oh, and tell Jungkook thank you.” Before he could express his disgust at the information he genuinely didn’t need to know, his phone beeps, signifying the end of the call. Wow, Taehyung feels like ripping his hair out. He just wants to smash his head on their kitchen counter at how frustrated he really was. The kettle whistles and he walks over to fix himself some coffee. He has the sudden urge to scream, but holds it back though it sounds like a really good idea since their parents weren’t around at the moment. Earlier, his mom texted him to just order takeout because they were going to go home late but when Taehyung did, the nearest takeout place phoned that they were going to receive their order in a little over half an hour because of the shitty traffic. As if he had any other choice, he just settles with the idea of waiting for their food rather than starving him and his brother to death. This day was just getting worse and he needs his baby’s kisses to calm himself down. “Hyung I’m home.” And speak of the devil. “Baby! Jungkookie, I’m in the kitchen.” The older lets the petname slide freely knowing no one else was around. He can hear the younger shuffle from across the small lobby of their home and Taehyung just can’t wait to hug his darling brother. “I’ll be there in a second hyung.” He hears the younger say. “B-but hyung can you do something for me?” “Anything baby just get here right away.” By this time, he has gotten used to the younger making him do things that it doesn’t surprise him anymore. Hyung hug me, hyung let’s play this, hyung kiss me. Not once did he ever say no to him. The look of joy on Jungkook’s face would always be priceless. “Can you close your eyes?” If it means his brother will get to him faster, then he shuts his eyes right away and shouts back, “My eyes are closed baby doll, now where are you?” Taehyung lifts himself up to sit on the counter, eyes still closed. He can hear the other’s footsteps grow closer and god he just wants to squeeze him in his arms and drown in his sweet, sweet scent and warm presence. When he senses the other just a few feet away from him, he licks his lips. “Y-you can open your eyes now.” What greets his eyes nearly has him dropping his fucking coffee on the floor. There Jungkook was standing, still on his uniform top, but tucking it is a plain white, half-pleated skirt that doesn’t even reach half of Jungkook’s legs. He recognizes it as those being worn by girl idols in their TV but to damn with those idols because it should literally be illegal how it looks more perfect around Jungkook’s impossibly small waist. “Do you like it hyung?” His brother’s smile looks so pure with glee and Taehyung wants to cry. “I bought it, just for you. I always wear boring boy stuff, so I wanted to look pretty just this once.” “Jungkook…” Was all he managed to say before walking towards the younger and holding him by his shoulders. “Jungkook, baby where did you get this idea?” Taehyung hates how he already knows the answer. Jungkook chews on his lower lip, and it just made everything more enticing. “I met up with Jimin and Yoongi earlier. They let me watch a…movie, when they played hide and seek.” He can’t believe his brother bought the bullshit excuse. “Well, the boy there looked lovely in a skirt, so I thought…maybe you’ll like it too. Do you like it? I-Is it too much?” Right now, he doesn’t know if he wants to slap his friends on the face or treat them to pork belly when he sees them. He eyes Jungkook from head to toe and when the younger makes a cute attempt to pull down his very short skirt, Taehyung decided he’s definitely treating Yoongi and Jimin for dinner. “I like, no fuck, I love it Jungkook.” The pretty boy in front of him walks a step closer and as if on instinct they meet halfway in a slow, languid kiss. Jungkook was intoxicating and it was almost everything around them was blurred out as he grabs the boy’s thighs from under the skirt and lifts his brother up. Jungkook takes this a sign to wrap his legs around him and he guides his hands to embrace around his neck as they continue their licking into each other’s mouth. “You can’t…You can’t just wear things like these Kookie.” Taehyung leers before running his hands on the smooth, pale thighs, brushing against the skirt. He lifts Jungkook up to seat his baby on the counter and positions himself between the other’s parted legs. He gives him a peck and licks the younger’s lower lip before staring again at the sinful little thing in front of him. “Jungkook baby, you look so good. So fucking good baby, look at you.” He slams his palms on the other’s thighs, and it makes the younger gasp. “You have such pretty legs baby you know that?” “T-Thank you hyungie.” Jungkook turns red at the throng of compliments being thrown at him. He can’t help but feel very proud that he made his brother happy with the surprise. “I wanted to look pretty for you. I-I’m glad you think so.” “You’re always pretty for me angel. Even without this. Look so fuckable in this skirt you know?” When he makes a move to lift the clothing up Taehyung was not ready for what he saw. Jungkook wasn’t even wearing anything underneath. He feels Jungkook’s legs tense around his waist as if he was trying to hide his cute little cock. “Fuck baby, now you’re just teasing me.” He laughs. “Want hyung to touch you right now? Would you like it if hyung touches you with your skirt on?” Jungkook’s eyes widen at this and he places his tiny hands against his chest. “No hyung, it’s okay. I-I really just wanted to look pretty for you.” “You can’t just not wear anything underneath and expect me to not do anything.” Taehyung leans forward to press their foreheads together. “I can eat you out right now.” Jungkook tilts his head. “But there’s no food here.” Taehyung just smiles, grabs the chair behind him and sits on it, coming face to face with his brother’s parted thighs. How could his brother say that when he was there looking like a three course meal in a pretty skirt? He grabs the other’s hips to draw them closer on his face, and god if he wasn’t already hard with his brother dressing up for him then he certainly was now with the sight of Jungkook’s hole and aching dick right in front of him to see. Jungkook props himself up using his elbows on the counter. Even with the skirt, he feels so exposed, so naked and vulnerable in this spot. It was such a humiliating position with his legs spread apart and his hyung right there in between them, a tight grasp on his legs. “Hyung, what are you-“ A shriek rips out from his throat when he feels something wet drag against his hole. “Ah…Hyung what was that?” “Always wanted to do this you know?” The older confesses, burying his tongue flat between his brother’s plump ass cheeks. He continues tonguing the fluttering hole and Jungkook was writhing on the counter, moaning wantonly for him to hear. “Oh, oh god Tae-hyung…It’s so, ah, it’s so good.” He laps on his brother’s asshole like it was the last treat he’ll ever get. All the sweet, dirty noises Jungkook was making just fired him up and buries his face deeper in between the younger’s legs, the skirt almost hooding his head. Taehyung sticks his tongue deeper, tongue-fucking Jungkook into a mess. It was impossible how Jungkook smells good even down here, tasting even better. All he can hear was the series of ah and hyung his brother was saying and he eats him for a while, then satisfied, he stands up. “Your hole likes to be fucked by hyung’s tongue? Did your little boy cunt love it?” Jungkook only whines and throws his arms around him so they can make out again. It was all teeth and saliva. “Hyung, that felt…amazing.” Jungkook was panting heavily, eyes hooded with what he can only decipher as desire and it was making Taehyung go mad, so he can only blame the lust taking over his rational senses when he suggests, “Can I…can I finger you?” Finger? Jungkook has no idea what it means. But then again, everything new and unfamiliar he has learnt from Taehyung have nothing been but the best experience of his life so he trusts his hyung and nods his head eagerly. If wearing a skirt would make his brother do this more to him then Jungkook thinks he might just have to ask his dad to buy him a whole rack of cute, colorful skirts. Taehyung grins and swipes his finger on the boy’s lower lip. Then slowly, he pushes past them and let’s Jungkook suck on his finger. Jungkook already knows the drill and darts out his tongue flat on his hyung’s fingers, making sure not to leave a spot dry. Taehyung adds his middle and ring finger, feeling soft lips circle around them and he sighs at the filthy sounds and the sultry image of his brother lapping half of his hand. It only made him harder, if that was even possible since his pants were impossibly tight. “You look so pretty like this baby. So beautiful.” The boy’s tongue was magic, not leaving an inch of his finger’s skin unlicked. He was already knuckles deep when he feels the back of Jungkook’s throat. The boy was choking, and he relishes at the sight of it then pulls out his fingers when he sees tears prickling the other’s eyes. Jungkook looks absolutely breathtaking when he’s on the verge of crying. “You okay bun?” Jungkook nods, “Hyungie, will it hurt?” “It’s gonna be alright sweetie,” Taehyung kisses him, successfully distracting his brother while his saliva coated fingers snakes below the skirt and rubs between the other’s asscheeks. He feels the other’s puckering hole on the pads of his fingers, still wet after being eaten out. He can’t help but enjoy when his brother moans in his mouth as he teasingly runs his finger up and down between the cleft of Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook moans at the odd sensation of his hyung’s wet fingers grazing against his hole. He doesn’t know what to expect, and he doesn’t know what possesses him to beg, “P-please…” That’s all it took for Taehyung to slide one finger inside Jungkook. He could feel the younger’s fingernails digging through his back as he winced in pain. Taehyung couldn’t believe what he was feeling around his finger. If his brother was this tight already with just one finger, he couldn’t imagine what it would feel like it was his dick in its place right now. “Hyung, ah, oh my god, weird…” Jungkook makes an attempt to close his thighs, but fails when his Taehyung’s finger start sliding in and out of him. “Hyung, I…hm,” With the second digit inserted, Jungkook whimpers again. It wasn’t the most amazing feeling at all. It felt dirty, but his body got used to the sensation right away. Taehyung starts scissoring inside his hole and he loses it, humming as the pleasure starts taking over and before he knows it, his hips were moving on their own. “So good, so good, ah, hyung, feels good.” “Yeah?” Taehyung licks his own lips, lifting the other’s skirt so Jungkook could see how much of a dirty mess he looked. “Look at you taking hyung’s finger so well. You like that Kookie? Does Kookie like hyung’s fingers inside him?” Jungkook nods, vigorously moving his hips to the rhythm. “Answer me baby or I’ll stop.” “Yes, yeah… Please… hyung please,” His hyung’s fingers were making him feel so, so good. In a way that wasn’t like when the older licks or touches him down there. When Taehyung taps something inside him, a shock of pleasure courses through his body that has him nearly screaming. “There, there! Hyung there, again, please.” “Here?” Taehyung didn’t really need to ask and starts abusing the boy’s prostate. He wants to die how marvelous his brother looks like with his mouth parted, ecstatic sounds leaving them with every push of his finger inside him. Fuck did it look sexy how the skirt bounced as his brother’s hips stutter to the pace of his fingers. He starts to thrust harder, faster, three of his fingers penetrating consistently inside the younger’s fluttering hole. A fucking vision. “Hyung, hyung…” Jungkook calls out desperately and he sees the younger’s breathing become more erratic. “Hyung, it’s gonna come out, oh, I think I’m going to cum, hm…” Jungkook’s body shakes violently when he cums hard, white liquid painting the insides of the skirt and spurting against his hand. Taehyung starts to slow down his fingers as he lets his brother float in his climax. Once Jungkook settles, he takes some wet tissues and cleans them both up. Then he lifts his brother bridal style up to their room, letting Jungkook down slowly on their bed and tucks him under the sheets. The younger was already dozing off and until now he doesn’t know how Jungkook does it: looking perfectly angelic when he sleeps. “Goodnight kisses.” Jungkook mumbles, and Taehyung smiles, giving the other a small peck on the lips before turning off the lights. The bell downstairs rings and Taehyung could only laugh at the perfect timing. Must be the takeout. “Hyung, one last kiss.” “Jungkook, you already got one.” “But I need more so I can’t sleep in class again” Taehyung wants to coo at how painfully adorable Jungkook was being, sitting prettily with his legs swinging on the sink. They have long come to an agreement they should be more careful when they were at school when it comes to their displays of affection. Taehyung can take any bad mouthing from anyone, but he was sure Jungkook wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences. Jungkook was too sweet and nice to be hurt like that, and Taehyung would circle the earth and back just to keep that from happening to his brother. “Come here.” He wipes his hands on his pants before placing them on the younger’s cheek and planting a kiss against the other’s lips. He stares at the fringe of his brother’s soft hair, to his sparkly eyes that always seemed to be filled with mirth, his tall nose that matched well with the rosy pink lips slightly wet and parted. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Jungkook should know by now. Heck, he reminds the boy every single day, but he always feels the need to remind the younger. Jungkook giggles and buries his head on the crook of his neck. “You’re making me blush again, no fair.” He looks up again to face Taehyung and smiles, “You’re beautiful too hyung. I mean it. You’re the most handsome hyung. The best brother. My Taehyung-hyung!” The soft giggles Jungkook let out with every kiss makes his heart flutter. There was just a pure glow of happiness around his brother as the younger asks for more kisses, laughing brightly at every touch of their mouths. It was risky what they were doing, kissing in the school’s restrooms. Stepbrothers kissing in the school’s restrooms. But it was one of those times they were trapped in their own little bubble and in those slow seconds, they weren’t stepbrothers, they were just Taehyung and Jungkook who really, really liked each other. The moment was unfortunately cut short when they hear the door open. They tear themselves away from each other in an instant, something they have learned to do swiftly in the past few days of hiding their burning need of each other. “Jungkook! It’s you.” “Yugyeom hyung?” Jungkook recognizes his friend and approaches him right away. “Yugyeom hyung!” “Hey cutie, what’s up?” Yugyeom shifts his gaze to Taehyung before looking back at Jungkook. “This guy bothering you?” Cutie, Taehyung’s jaw clenches. Did this fucker just call his baby that? By the way it rolled of the other’s tongue he immediately knew it wasn’t some innocent petname. The guy was also grinning and staring at Jungkook in a way that has Taehyung’s blood boiling. “Jungkook who’s this?” He steps in, trying his best not to land a punch on the other’s face. “Hyung… this is the friend I told you about the other day. Yugyeom-hyung this is my brother, Taehyung-hyung.” Jungkook looked nothing but excited seeing the two of them finally meet. When Jungkook mentioned that he made a friend the other day he wasn’t expecting some fuckboy looking maniac who looked nothing like nice, friendly and cool as Jungkook had described but more of pretentious, jerk and dangerous. He makes a mental note to ask his friends later if they know anything about the suspicious guy. Yugyeom seems to realize the mistake he had just made and bows to apologize. “Sorry, my bad.” Even Yoongi made a more genuine apology than that. “Wasn’t aware he got a brother. I’m Yugyeom, and you’re Tae…?” The older rolls his eyes. “Taehyung. And stepbrother actually. Different parents and all.” He doesn’t accept the handshake and instead pulls Jungkook by his side. “Jungkook you didn’t tell him about me? Thought I told you to be wary of strangers in the school.” “I’m sorry hyung.” Jungkook pouts, and really that alone grants him an automatic apology accepted. “But Yugyeom-hyung is nice. He even invited me to play games this weekend, right?” “He what?” If that came out more harshly than what he intended it to be, Taehyung didn’t care. Not only is the asshole fuckboy ogling his baby brother, in front of him he may add, but he also had the guts to invite him over at his house. Alone. Okay, now he really wants to fucking square up with this guy. Knowing Jungkook, he should’ve expected the younger to say yes at these invitations. Jungkook did always feel the need to return back whatever nice thing was done to him. But still, Taehyung only blames himself for even letting someone like Yugyeom be close to his brother. The school bell rings and that was cue for Jungkook to leave. “I have class hyungs. I have to go!” The youngest grabs his bag and dashes away, but not before bidding him a see you later Taehyung-hyung and bye Yugyeom-hyung. That leaves both him and Yugyeom alone, and for a few drawling seconds, the air was thick with a silent tension none of them seem to mind, until one of them breaks it. “Ah, protective brother I see.” Yugyeom crosses his arms and leans against the wall. Amazing how he just switched personas like that once Jungkook left. “Don’t worry I assure he’s in good hands.” Taehyung opts to walk past him. Without his brother by his side, he has zero energy to deal with jerks most especially ones that hit on his brother. It was no use going against Yugyeom when he knows by the end of the day, Jungkook’s heart was his. “Must be very lucky. Having Jungkook as a brother.” Taehyung’s jaw clenches at that and turns around to face him. “So? What is it to you?” He presses a finger against the other’s chest. “Listen fuckface, I don’t know you and unlike my brother I definitely don’t want to get to know you better since I know your intentions. So do Jungkook and I a favor and fuck off.” Yugyeom remains silent. Then he laughs. Fucking laughs. Taehyung grips his own fists tight but knows better and lets the other finish his moment. “Oh man, and I thought I could fool you too just like your brother. Well, there’s really no use in getting in between us when Jungkook is already all over me.” “What do you mean?” The asshole smirks and takes a step closer, “I mean... A gullible little thing like that? Won’t be long till I have him on his hands and knees, you know? Listen I know you’re his stepbrother and all but have you seen that body and face, I’d dick that down any—“ Taehyung’s rage takes over the next thing he knows, he grabs the collar of Yugyeom’s shirt and corners him on a wall. “You talk too much.” He knees the other on his stomach and the wince of pain that Yugyeom yelps makes him satisfied. “Think you can get your dirty little hands on him, huh? Well you won’t so,” He slams him against the wall. “Fuck.” Again. “Off.” And again. “From Jungkook!” Taehyung would really love it if he could smash Yugyeom’s head against the wall but the second bell rings and he really doesn’t want to get another earful from Mrs. Choi for being too late so he shoves the other one last time before pick his bag up to leave. Yugyeom ends up sitting on the same spot, nursing his probably bruising stomach. Just when he was about walk out the space, he looks back and gives the other one last threatening look. “If you ever as take another step at my brother, I’ll do worse than that. Jungkook is mine.” He says and walks off, leaving a confused and hurting Yugyeom behind. Jungkook can’t wait to go home. He spent almost half an hour falling in line just to get his hyung his favorite cupcakes that he loves so much. It was already half past six and he admits he kind of forgot to tell his older brother about his little trip to the bakeshop but Jungkook is more than halfway home so he decides to just make a run for it. His Taehyung-hyung must be worried but maybe the surprise cupcakes will make up for it. He was so excited to talk about his day and maybe hear from the older about his encounter with his new friend Yugyeom earlier. When he arrives at the door of their room ten minutes later, sweating profusely and a box of cookies and cream cupcakes at hand, he sees Taehyung sitting on their shared desk with his back turned against him. “You’re late Jungkook.” Taehyung sounds serious, too serious for his liking, so he quickly takes off his shoes, sprints forward and gives the older a back hug. “Yeah, I’m sorry hyung I just got something for you on the way back—“ “Were you at Yugyeom’s baby?” His brother asks out of nowhere and it catches him off-guard. “N-no.” He stutters. Something must be very, very wrong right now for Taehyung to bring the topic out of nowhere. “But I passed by the café, the one we usually go out to, to get you cupcakes, look!” He holds out the box in front of his brother, but Taehyung did not even bat an eyelash at it and instead stands up. Even if they were almost the same height, Jungkook feels so small under Taehyung’s intimidating gaze. It reminds him how Taehyung was better at everything at him, more intense, everything Jungkook could only dream of becoming. Something is off about his hyung. He was never this cold to him even if they have small misunderstandings. “Really now?” Taehyung scoffs, and Jungkook’s heart drops at his tone. “But you’re sweating lots baby doll, sure you didn’t pay your friend a visit?” “I ran home.” He explains. “Hyung…” With Taehyung’s every stride forward, he takes a step back. “No I bet you went to play games with that fucking asshole, just like what you wanted. Look at you, I leave you for a while then you go around prancing, seducing other boys.” His words stab him in the chest. No, no, no, Jungkook wants to say. “Did you get on his knees just like you did for hyung? Did you suck on Yugyeom’s dick like the fucking slut you are?” “That’s –that’s not true!” Jungkook cries and he takes one more step backward when the back of his knees hit the bed, forcing him to sit down. This time tears were starting to well in his eyes and he feels so weak and powerless that he can’t even stand up for himself. Taehyung strides forward and crawls over him, forcing him to lie down on the bed. He wants to say something, defend himself, but Taehyung’s eyes were eating him up and he loses all willpower to form words. “You know how boys like Yugyeom looks at you?” Taehyung grips the other’s chin, forcing him to look back at his hyung. “They look at you and think they can get into your pants easily because baby, you’re too nice and sweet and fucking pretty. He wants to fuck you Jungkook, and god fucking forbid what I’m about to do if he even lays a single finger on you.” “W-what? Yug--” Taehyung smashes their lips together before Jungkook can even say the next word. The rush of adrenaline makes Jungkook nauseous and he doesn’t know what to think anymore when his hyung pulls back. “They think they can fuck you, hm? Will you let him fuck you Jungkook?” Taehyung buries his head on his neck and a tongue swipes against the skin there, making Jungkook whimper at the wet contact. “Did he kiss you like this baby?” This time Jungkook doesn’t hold back and the tears start falling from his eyes. “Hyung…hyung no, I’m sorry.” Only his hyung gave him special kisses. Only Taehyung made him feel special. Just the thought of someone else doing it to him makes his tears flow out of his control. “Do you want me to leave sweetheart? Do you want Yugyeom instead? I don’t think you need me anymore. Hyung just isn’t enough for you now.” “Hyung, I love you.” Jungkook doesn’t know what made him say it but he did not expect his brother’s expression to soften at his sudden confession, so he gathers what’s left of his courage and continues, “Please don’t be mad anymore. I…I love you, I won’t leave you for anyone. Not even, not even for daddy. Please, please don’t be angry at Kookie anymore, please…” It was quiet for a while, with nothing but the sound of their heavy heartbeats and Jungkook’s sniffles reverberating in the room. It was just both of them staring at each other, eyes heavy with unsaid words and even more unsaid apologies. Then Taehyung’s face morphs to one that looks worried, guilty, regretful. “I’m, sorry…” Taehyung finally says, head down. He collapses on Jungkook’s chest and he takes the opportunity to hug his hyung while he breaks down in tears. “I’m so sorry baby, oh my god, Kookie I’m sorry.” For a moment he lets his hyung rest on him like that, relishing the warmth, the love his brother seems to always emanate around him. “It’s okay hyung…” Jungkook says, his breath a little uneven from crying. “I’m sorry too. I’d never let anyone else touch me. I promised. Only you, only my Taehyung-hyung.” Taehyung looks so guilty it hurts his heart. He must’ve worried his hyung too much that it made him say all the mean, hurtful things. “Sorry angel, I was just mad. I was mean, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for saying all of those things. I’m sorry…” Then there’s a bittersweet smile. “I love you too Jungkook. Love you so much, loved you the moment I saw you and still am. Love you with all my heart.” Jungkook’s heart skips a beat. His hyung loves him. Taehyung loves him back. Suddenly all the problems seem to dissipate in thin air. It was as if those three words were enough to heal everything, and it was all he could hear as he lies there safely around his brother’s arms. No one made him feel as loved and special as Taehyung and it makes the butterflies inside him soar with flying colors. Every word, hug, kiss they shared have always meant something for the younger and he couldn’t describe in words how happy he was his brother feels the same. Taehyung loves him and for Jungkook’s little heart it was all that matters. “I love you, and you’re mine.” Taehyung repeats, and Jungkook smiles. “And tonight hyung’s gonna make sure you won’t forget it.”
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"Hyung, what are you doing." Taehyung doesn't respond back and continues unbuttoning Jungkook's uniform, mouth attached to the other's neck. He pulls Jungkook’s boxer down, cock stirring inside his pajamas when the material gets stuck on Jungkook’s perky ass, before sliding smoothly past his thick thighs. "Touch me, Guk." He whispers hotly. Jungkook nods and he sighs when small hands start rubbing his cock to hardness. The innocence of it makes Taehyung chuckle. His sweet, lovely brother, so fucking precious even like this. The younger looks up to him, eyes twinkling. "C-can I suck it?" Taehyung laughs. "No baby, we're gonna do something different today." Jungkook perks up. A little excited at the thought of doing something new. Taehyung gets the lube from his drawer, then coats his fingers. He doesn’t tease and slips his index finger in right away. His brother’s hole clenches in surprise, always so tight, and he lets out a dragged out moan before his hole gives in to the familiar intrusion, welcoming Taehyung’s long finger into his tight little ass. His cock jumpstarts at the warmth around his fingers. “Ohh,” Jungkook shivers, cock twitching to life when Taehyung purposefully thrusts his fingers against Jungkook’s prostate, fucking finally. “Oh—ngh, feels amazing, hyung, ah—again, please,” Jungkook sobs, words making no sense at all because Taehyung’s fingers are kneading his prostate and it feels mind blowingly good, every press to his abused prostate makes his toes curl from the lovely stimulation. Taehyung eases two of his fingers into Jungkook’s soaked hole. “Pretty boy,” Taehyung groans softly as Jungkook starts bouncing back on his fingers, letting out pretty sounds that has Taehyung’s head spinning. “Riding my fingers like a good boy. Do you know what else would feel better?" "W-what?" Jungkook’s pupils are blown out at the praise, hole squeezing Taehyung’s fingers like he doesn’t want to let go. "This..." he takes one of Jungkook's hands and guide it to palm on his boxers again. On his hard, hot erection. Confused Jungkook's eyebrows strain and his lip juts out. Hyung is going to put that inside him? But where? How? "B-but it won't fit." he gulps. "It's too—ah, too big." He's cut off when he feels his hole being scissored open, stretched a bit more usual. A whine bubbling out his mouth. "That's what this is for angel." Taehyung continues stretching the tight hole with fervor, "It will fit. We'll make it fit in your tight little hole Jungkookie and you're going to feel so good." Taehyung takes out his fingers, then holds his hard cock, aligning them between the thick cheeks of his brother's ass. Jungkook shivers, hands gripping tight on his biceps. His eyes start becoming glassy and it worries Taehyung that he pauses his ministrations. "Hey c'mon don't cry. You're a brave boy, right Gukkie." "I-I am." Jungkook nods, "Just a little nervous. Will it hurt?" The elder strokes his cheeks, gives him an assuring kiss on the forehead. "Only a little." Taehyung pushes the head inside and they both groan. It’s heaven. Fuck, Jungkook felt like a dream. Even better than a dream. His brother is a soft, wet, warm hug around his cock. “Fuck, oh my god.” Taehyung laughs breathlessly. “Your taking hyung so well baby. Jungkook—ah shit—you feel so good.” "Hyungie, i-it's weird." Jungkook whines. He’s breathless as he lets out muffled cries as he presses his face into the pillow, feeling Taehyung push inside of him, his entrance being stretched open by his brother's thick cock. Taehyung moans out loudly, cock pulsing as he moves his hands to hold onto his brother's hips letting him adjust. “Very pretty angel. Such a good hole.” Taehyung grunts, arching his head back as he closes his eyes. Jungkook breathes heavily into the pillow, trying to adjust himself to penetration. He’s overwhelmed. It's an unfamiliar yet comfortable pain he wasn't used to. In honesty, Jungkook is just scared he's going to be ripped apart with the stretch of his hyung's fat cock breaching his hole. "Hyung...my, my bottom might break," he sniffles, a tear flowing out of his eyes, "Taetae...." Taehyung senses the anxiety on the other's voice so he boldly thrusts his hips forward, and Jungkook hiccups. His whole length prods on his prostate and Taehyung just knew he finally has the upper hand. "How ‘bout that pretty?" Jungkook's eyes widen, tears stopping. His hyung smirks and moves his hips again, and he squeaks an oh. What was that? It felt like a thousand fingers pressing on his sweet spot at the same time. No, it felt way better than having Taehyung's fingers inside him. His body felt like a whole fire licked inside him for a second there. "See?" Taehyung leans closer, his entire length filling Jungkook to the hilt with the movement. Jungkook lurches his hips forward, his ass flush against his hyung’s thighs. "Again, hyung." Jungkook is curious. It’s nothing like he ever felt before. “Fuck,” Taehyung grunts, fingers grasping the sheets below because finally, finally he gets a taste of Jungkook who is wet, so fucking wet and tight and perfect that Taehyung couldn’t have asked for a better. “Got the tightest little hole I’ve ever fucked, baby—won't get enough of it.” Jungkook begs through his moan, "Hyung, p-please." There's a string of saliva on the corner of his cherry lips that Taehyung wipes. Then impulsively he shoves his thumb inside the other's mouth Jungkook sucking on it right away. "Feels good, hngg, feels good. Hyung harder there." It's impossible how cute and sexy Jungkook looked as he fucks him silly. "Hm, how is it Jungkookie?" A thrust. "Like it when hyung hits your sweet spot." He writhes and arches so beautifully every time Taehyung’s cock hits him just right. A blush is sitting high on his cheeks because he’s embarrassed of the sounds Jungkook lets out, high and needy and whiny, so he bites on his hand. “None of that, angel,” Taehyung tuts. The elder lets go of Jungkook’s narrow waist to hold his arms on top of his head. “Let me hear your voice.” Jungkook mewls, finally letting out that voice of his that is so high and sweet and pretty like the rest of him and apparently he sounds the prettiest when he’s getting his little ass pounded on. Taehyung could fuck him and listen to his moans all day. He stills, letting Jungkook adjust as he leans in to kiss him. It’s a deep, sloppy kind of kiss that layers on a sort of haze in their minds. "Hyung there oh, oh, more, please." Taehyung’s hips stutter, and the room echoes with their moans and squelching sounds with every hot slide on the other’s hole. There’s spit and lube dripping on their thighs, and it’s overwhelming but Taehyung loves every second of it. Every second Jungkook cries for more like a little slut. He isn’t going to last long. They both won’t. "Tae—I think I'm coming. B-but…feels something different, Hyung...I-I..." "Don't hold back, it's okay." Taehyung assures him, hands coming back to grip Jungkook’s waist so he could fuck Jungkook faster, could milk his cock empty right into Jungkook’s hole. His hips keep thrusting in fast, short stroke, unable to keep his cock out of Jungkook’s warm hole for too long before he’s forcing it back in, fucking Jungkook until he’s screaming, moaning, crying. “Hyungie, I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook whines in warning. “Gonna cum, gonna cum—” Jungkook cums, his body shaking violently under Taehyung. He fucks Jungkook even if he’s oversensitive until Taehyung reaches his climax, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He must’ve cum a fucking lot because it gets everywhere on Jungkook’s thighs even as he pulls out, spurts of white painting the other’s spread legs and limp cock. Pulling back, Taehyung takes in the picture Jungkook makes and his heart stops. He’s breathtaking. The smiles at the ceiling blankly like he just ascended the mortal plane because of how hard he came, and they’re both giggling. They lie there for what seemed like forever, catching their breaths. “You okay bun?” Taehyung finally breaks the silence, kisses him sweetly, his free hand turning Jungkook’s pretty face to him. “Feel amazing.” Jungkook smiles. "Felt like I could fly, I-I could fly." There's grabby hands towards Taehyung, grappling at Taehyung’s jawline meekly as he basks in the slow pecks. "But hyungie, you have, uhm…i-inside me...does this mean I-I'm, uh..." Taehyung chuckles. Of course his sweet innocent Jungkook would think that. "You're not cutie. And that's the beauty of it. Hyung could fuck you all day, any time you want. Till my baby is happy." "Oh," Jungkook sighs in relief. It’s adorable. Jungkook is fucking adorable it’s unreal. "Don't want babies. Just want to be Taehyungie's baby." "Yes you are." Taehyung coos, "Hyung's very pretty baby brother." Jungkook pokes his cheeks and looks up to him with the biggest puppy eyes. "C-can we do it again?" Taehyung's cock almost jumpstarts at the request, but he's exhausted and he already feels guilty enough having taken Jungkook's virginity so impulsively. "Let's go to sleep first okay, baby." Jungkook pouts but nods, "Promise me tomorrow morning?" Taehyung mindlessly hums a yes. It feels unreal. After months of waiting he finally fucked Jungkook and it’s nothing short of a euphoric experience. It’s everything he ever dreamed of and moe and he couldn’t wait to have more of it. More of Jungkook He gives his stepbrother a kiss before dozing off to sleep. [--] If Jungkook wasn't clingy before then he absolutely is now. It's been almost two weeks since they officially had sex, and Taehyung hasn't really made any bold moves to initiate another fuck session with the younger. Whenever they make out, Taehyung would pull back before he couldn't help himself and rail Jungkook on the wall. He thinks Jungkook might want to take some time off after all of that. It was a dynamic changing move for both of them after all. "Taehyungie..." "Jungkook." It’s a common thing to see his brother approach him at school and Taehyung always can’t help it to squish the other's cheeks. The public was already used to their closeness anyways. "How's my cutie doing?" Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, as if he’s nervous to say it so Taehyung ruffles his hair to dispel the anxiety. “Hey it’s okay, you can tell hyung anything.” Jungkook smiles sweetly as he gets on his tippy toes. "I was wondering if you could...put it in me again?" Taehyung raises a brow, unsure what Jungkook means but when he sees him fretfully tugging on his tie, he just chuckles and makes the move to fix it. "Poor baby. Don't worry I'll teach you how to fix a tie soon so you can do it on your own. There, that okay?" "No." Jungkook whines, cherry lips pouting. "I mean put you in me!" Oh. It sinks to him a full second later what the younger really meant and panicking, Taehyung covers the other's mouth right away. He looks around, thankfully everyone was too busy minding their own business. Fuck, that was so close. Someone could’ve heard and Taehyung still hasn’t got a fully forged plan how he’ll handle the chaos of someone discovering their relationship. Jungkook, the clueless little bird, just blinks, unaware of what he had just done and Taehyung’s not on board with the idea of giving his brother the talk in the middle of the school hallway so he quickly drags his brother to the nearest empty bathroom and locks it. Once there, he’s not sure if he should be more turned on or stressed with what happened. Probably both. "Kookie, you can't—" Taehyung sighs, "You can't just say that things in public." "Why?" Jungkook looks around, then leans to whisper, "Do they want hyung inside them too?" Taehyung grimaces. "No, oh god no. Just that—we're at school Jungkook. Maybe, maybe when we get home?" Jungkook wraps his arms around his waist. "But I want it now…" he whines, then proceeds to pull off the most adorable pout to him and god, Taehyung’s weak. So fucking weak. But it’s dangerous for the both of them. Fucking in school? He’d love to outdo Jimin and Yoongi for pulling off such a daring act but it’s different. Everyone around them knew they were siblings and just the fact they were spending a little too much time around each other already has some raising their brows. So Taehyung chooses to fight the twelve different demons taking over his intuition just to say, "Jungkook, we shouldn't." he cups the other’s cheeks. “We can’t risk it here baby, I don’t want to get you in trouble. But when we get home,” he grins, “Hyung will make sure to take care of you so good, okay?” It pains him to see Jungkook disappointed like this, but Jungkook eventually nods. "Can we kiss instead?" Taehyung knows he can't. He shouldn't. The moment he gets his mouth on Jungkook he knows he won't be able to control himself. But perhaps a simple peck would be enough. “Okay c’mere…” He leans in for a kiss, but a hand on his nape pulls him in unexpectedly and Taehyung’s taken aback that he opens his mouth. Big mistake because the moment he does, a tongue slithers between his lips and curls around his. Jungkook is relentless as he kisses him messily, tongue licking the inside of his mouth and fuck he tastes so sweet. So fucking sweet and Taehyung couldn’t help but move his lips hungrily against the other, returning the same fervor. “F-fuck, Jungkook…” he groans, and Jungkook moans hotly through the kiss. He presses their bodies together. What should be a simple kiss turned to them making out. Jungkook hooks a leg around his waist and balances himself to start rubbing the front of his pants on his thigh. Taehyung groans. He can already feel Jungkook harden with every grind. "Hyung, please, please want it in me.” Jungkook whispers desperately, eyes hooded. “I couldn't stop thinking about it. C-couldn’t stop thinking about you. I touched myself this morning." Taehyung could only gulp as the other glides his body obscenely on him. "You did?" "Yeah!" Jungkook has a half smile on his face. "Now I'm sure it's going to fit again. I even used f-four. Put all of it inside me when…when I thought of you.” Just imagining Jungkook fingering himself with four fingers to the thoughts of him has Taehyung inhaling sharply. "Jungkook you're, fuck, you're impossible.” Jungkook gets down on his knees pulling Taehyung's cock from his trousers. It was already semi-hard, and Jungkook's eyes flicker to Taehyung's face to giggle. It’s quick when he takes him whole in his mouth, deep and wet, the base nuzzling against his nose. "Oh my god," Taehyung covers his mouth. His brother just deepthroated him in one go. Just the filthy sound of his cock hitting the back of Jungkook's throat is making him grumble curses. Jungkook continues bobbing his head, the grunts his hyung letting out motivating him. He pulls back when he thinks the cock on his mouth was lathered in enough saliva. Jungkook pumps it a couple of times, using Taehyung's leaking precum as lubrication, the action making the elder's thighs tense. It didn't take long, just a couple more strokes for Taehyung to be completely hard, and Jungkook's body shudders at the thought of finally getting what he wanted. "Just want you, so much, hyung" He licks another stripe on the leaking on head. Then he rubs the hard length all over his cheeks and Taehyung relishes how good the younger looked holding his cock on his face like that. Taehyung has had enough and pulls Jungkook inside one of the stalls. Their mouths connect in a heated kiss as he guides the other to sit on him. He unbuttons Jungkook's pants, discarding them on the floor and starts rubbing his hard length between the younger's bare asscheeks, the hotness of it making them moan together. "You promised." Jungkook says, looking behind his shoulder to him as he grinds his hips down. "Y-you said we'd do it again." "I did?" Taehyung teases, occupying himself with giving lovebites on the other's neck. Somehow his hands find the condom he always keeps on his wallet and starts slipping it on himself. What did hyung say then?" Jungkook frowns, because Taehyung knows his brother can’t just say what he wants without turning into a blushing mess, and Jungkook usually gives in, but right now he is very mean for not giving Jungkook what he wants right now when he’s this desperate. “Hyung is so mean—h-help me, help me I wanna—ah!” Jungkook didn’t get to finish his sentence as Taehyung pushes Jungkook down to his cock, drawing a long moan out of him. His head falls back, spine arching and causing his chest to press into Taehyung. "Fuck, Jungkook." he groans, "So fucking tight. This is what you fingered yourself for?" Taehyung chuckles breathlessly, hips slamming in animalistic pace. “Your greedy hole almost can’t fit me.” "Hyung's so big," he whispers, head falling back as he finally begins rocking his hips, hot, sensitive walls rippling over Taehyung's cock. "Feel so whole. Feel so complete with you hyungie." Taehyung groans hearing to Jungkook's ragged breathing slowly morph into whines, which soon turn into desperate sobs, eyes hazy and unfocused, lips shimmering with saliva as he drools. Jungkook's hips slowly begin to rise, little by little taking his cock deeper and deeper, hands clutching onto the elder's shoulders with his fingers digging into it, nails clawing just as deeply. "Oh, hyung ," Jungkook breathes, breath wavering and getting caught in his throat when Taehyung's cock hits his prostate and it brings tears to his eyes, hips stilling midway. Jungkook starts moving again, slowly and calculated, he gasps, eyes glossing over with salty tears, still never used to the overwhelmingly delicious feeling of Taehyung pressing into his sensitive nerve, sweat making his skin slightly sticky to touch. "Hyung-ng," the younger pleads, beginning to ride properly, leaning on his hyung as he rocks, Taehyung's cock almost completely slipping out from him before delving back into him, Jungkook's pumping hips bringing them both closer to their highs. "Please fuck Gukkie," Jungkook nestles his face into his hyung’s shoulder again, "Want to feel good...want to make hyung feel good." "Is that why you've been clingy with me lately?" Taehyung chuckles, "Because you want me to fuck you? want my cock to ruin you like last time angel." Jungkook nods his head, tiny gasps escaping his parted mouth. "What a bad baby boy. Couldn't even wait to go home." Taehyung lifts Jungkook up, pulling out. He pushes the younger against the door of the cubicle, Jungkook's hands above his head as his back arches prettily, swollen ass sticking out. Taehyung’s grip on his wrist tightens, his naked, smooth body on display for Taehyung to ogle on. He impatiently puts his still hard cock between the other's cheeks, groaning at the return of the pleasurable warmth it brings "Ah, hyung! Hyung, oh, please give it to me." Taehyung leans forward, his chest pressing on the other’s back. "You have to be quiet, okay baby? You don't want to share hyung's cock, right? "No..." Jungkook whines, hitting him weakly on the chest. "It's mine!" Taehyung kisses him, "I know baby. All yours." Jungkook lurches forward with a cry when Taehyung thrusts upward, cock powerfully forcing itself into Jungkook again and again, repeatedly fucking into the younger's prostate. Jungkook's moans become more erratic, and Taehyung just knows they were reaching their climax when their moves become more hurried. "I'm close, fuck." "Hyung!" Jungkook cums first, body quivering as the orgasm hits him violently. The sudden jolt in his body makes Taehyung release his own, spilling inside the condom, inside Jungkook. There’s a small smile on their lips as they stare hungrily while they take in each other’s appearance as they bask on their post-orgasm. Jungkook looked wrecked. Sweaty, half naked to the bottom, cum leaking between his shaking thighs as he tries to hold himself up. "T-thank you." Jungkook huffs with a smile. And he looks genuinely grateful, like he’s been wanting this for days. They both get dressed up, and thankfully when they opened the cubicle, the bathroom door is still locked. Fuck, they really just did fuck in school. Suck on that Yoongi and Jimin. Taehyung doesn’t care how many bladders he had pissed off that day when Jungkook follows him with a limp. Fuck it if it somehow boosts his ego. He really did a number on his brother today. "Hyung…" Jungkook holds his hand and looks up to him again. "Can we—uhm, we could...again." Jungkook doesn’t even need to finish for him to understand. "Have sex?" Taehyung fills in shamelessly. The other simply casts his eyes down with a blush, avoiding his gaze when he mutters, "Y-yeah." Taehyung walks to him, unable to resist the adorableness and kisses the younger's forehead. "Anything for you. My love.” When they finally make their exit and unlock the main door, there’s a guy banging the door who almost throws himself inside the bathroom clenching his stomach. The two siblings could only giggle. [--]Jungkook became...insatiable after that day. It started with Jungkook just asking for attention, tugging on his sleeves adorably asking for kisses, casually throwing his leg over him on their movie marathons, then next thing Taehyung know he's bending him over the nearest surface, fucking the living daylights out of him. "Fucking hell..." Taehyung gyrates his hips forward. There’s not much movement he can on the small space of their living room couch but they make do while their parents are at the grocery. A choked sound of pleasure escaped Jungkook’s mouth at every painfully slow thrust. He wrapped his legs around his hyung’s waist tight, keeping him from pulling out too far and forcing him to delve deeper. Jungkook grinds his hips harder, faster, reaching deeper and bringing them both much more pleasure than before. "Jungkookie…” he breathes out, “Tell hyung how much you love cock." “L-love it so much…” Jungkook sobs, mouth falling open. “Hyung’s so big and so good to me. Makes me so happy, s-so happy.” It became like a routine for the two of them. The moment they arrive from school they’ll shed each other’s clothes like it was second nature to both of them. Their dirty little secret behind closed doors. They would steal kisses, hands getting a little too touchy under tables, until it would sometimes escalate to Jungkook sitting on him, warming his cock as Taehyung strokes him till he's cumming. And there were the extremely risky times they'd do it while their parents were at home. "Son, have you seen Jungkook?" "Uhh, no." Taehyung shouts back. Jungkook giggles and the older has to place a hand over the younger's mouth as he resumes thrusting. They barely even made it past the door of their bedroom when Jungkook got down on his knees in a heartbeat and nuzzled his nose against his crotch, smiling suggestively. Taehyung’s lack of self control towards his brother is inevitable, which led them to their current situation. His baby brother clad on nothing but his school socks, legs spread wide and wrapped against Taehyung, as he's being fucked open on their shared desk. "That's weird I swear I could’ve heard him come up here." he hears the man sigh through the door, "Well if you see him, tell Guk I'm looking for him m'kay?" "Yeah, will do." Taehyung bites back a moan when Jungkook rolls his hips back, the slide of his wet hole firing sparks through his body. When they hear the footsteps outside their door fades, Taehyung takes it as a cue to thrust faster and Jungkook doesn't hold back anymore to let out the prettiest noises. His moans mixed with Jungkook’s and they kiss hungrily, swallowing each other’s moans. Taehyung didn’t think he could ever have sex with anyone ever again with the way this felt, nothing could compare, and he’d forever be thinking of Jungkook every time he touches himself in the future; more so than before that it. "My baby just won't shut up won't he.” Taehyung smirks. “Would you like it if dad sees what I'm doing to his precious little angel? You'd love it won't you because you're a little slut." "Mmh..." The younger nods incoherently. Two fingers slide their away inside his mouth and Jungkook wraps his wet lips around them languidly. "Hyungie's good boy aren't you?" Jungkook nods, rolling his tongue more on Taehyung's digits as his hole gets destroyed. The lube is dripping between his thighs and his prostate is long being prodded by the thick head of his hyung's dick, and Jungkook loves it. Loves being used like this. Loves every second of it when he belongs to his hyung. "I'm a good boy." They cum together, Jungkook's toes curling under his socks as Taehyung fills him to the brim with his release. They don’t say it openly, but for each one of them the best part about it all is cleaning Jungkook up, putting him to bed, as he hugs Taehyung to sleep. [--]Jungkook has had an amazing week. And it just feels even better with his hyung always there to make him feel good. He feels important. Loved. It’s always been like that whenever he’s with his hyung. Right now he's out to find his hyung again. Maybe even surprise him. But he’s the one that’s surprised when he sees a familiar face approaching him while walking around in campus. "Jungkook come here." Jungkook turns to the source of the voice and is surprised to see the other. "Yugyeom." Jungkook doesn’t know why his stomach churns a little when the older gets closer. But there’s a harmless smile on his friend’s face that keeps him still on his place. "Hey, haven't seen you long time." "Yeah, I've been kinda busy..." Jungkook trails off. Does he walk away? Taehyung already warned him to stay away from strangers, especially Yugyeom whom he should be very much avoiding right now. But Jungkook has a hard time saying no to people, especially to the few people who befriend him, and it’s probably why he still continues standing there Then Yugyeom nudges him on the shoulder, "Hey wanna play up in my room. Still promised you those games remember." "Uhm..." "C'mon it won't be long." Jungkook scratches his head, torn what to answer. But Yugyeom already has a grip on his wrist and Jungkook thought, hey, it’s just some video games right? Surely nothing wrong could ever happen with just the two of them and a console which probably made him answer, "Okay. Just a few minutes though." Always text me when you're going somewhere, okay Gukkie? Taehyung's words ring. So he sends a quick text to his hyung as he follows the other upstairs.
hyungie: gonna be at yugyeom's wont be long we'll just play games!! love you
Jungkook follows him upstairs the dorm to his room. Yugyeom’s room is the picture perfect image of Jungkook’s dream room and it has his jaw dropping. There’s figurines and video games and he even owns those cool gaming chairs he’s always wanted his dad to buy him. And he has a big bed. Jungkook loves big beds. He’s distracted with the manga collection on one of the big shelves when there's hands on his waist and a wet mouth on his neck that makes him squirm. "I-I thought we were going to play." Yugyeom hums, planting kisses on his shoulder. “We can play a little later baby.” There’s more kisses on his neck. There’s a hand squeezing his thigh and it feels weird. It seems like Yugyeom has no plans of taking out his console and game, the man seemingly occupied with feeling him up. His hyung would not be happy if he spends too much time with the other, so Jungkook does what he thinks was right gently pushes the other away. "I should go home. Hyung is waiting for me." Yugyeom rolls his eyes, and the sudden change of demeanor has Jungkook anxious. "You'd do anything for your hyung won't you? You’re like his little puppy following him around. What’s the deal with that, can’t you do anything on your own?” Flustered, Jungkook shakes his head. Has he always seemed that helpless? “I-I can do things on my own.” He bravely replies. There’s a knowing smirk on the others lips. Yugyeom pulls away from him, and for a moment there Jungkook’s face lights up until he sees the other drag a chair to sit on. Then the older pats his lap and ushers, "Sit on my lap." Sit on his lap? Jungkook takes a hesitant step dragging feet across the room to where Yugyeom is sitting, a little uneasy. But apparently the older is impatient because the next second he grabs the other’s hand and forces him to sit on him. There’s rough hands handling Jungkook’s hips that makes him fidget and he doesn’t know what to do when he hears the small groan from the other when he unintentionally grinds down. "Hm, good." There’s sneaking under his uniform, on his waist, one his thighs, running up and down to feel them. Yugyeom felt like ice on his skin. It’s cold and uncomfortable but his body reels to the touch. "Got a good body, Guk. Fuck, you’re so soft on the right places." The fleeting kisses on his neck is back and Jungkook squeaks. It’s wrong. This is wrong. It doesn’t feel the same way when he’s with his hyung at all. "I-I should go. Hyung is still waiting for me." Jungkook tries again, and stands up to leave, but there's an arm on his waist that’s keeping him locked in place and all he could do is squirm. "C'mon don’t you want to be a good boy.” He couldn’t see it, but he feels the sinister smirk on Yugyeom’s lips when he says, “At least do it for Taehyung.” Jungkook stops struggling at hearing the name. "For hyung?" "Yeah, whatever." Yugyeom mutters, "Get on your knees now." Jungkook is thrown from his position when the other forces him on his knees. From this view, the older looked different, more menacing than the nice guy he met downstairs. Yugyeom is toying with the front of his sweatpants, smirking and orders him to pull down his pants. Shakily, Jungkook complies, and his eyes widen at the sight of the tenting boxer. "I-it's hard..." Jungkook says softly. Yugyeom grabs a fistful of the younger’s hair and pushes his face on the arousal. Jungkook looks up and grimaces when he sees the other licks his lips. This is wrong. So, so wrong. “Hm, look what you’ve done. You should be responsible for making me like this you know. Now touch it." "B-but, but hyung said—" A light slap on his cheek cuts him off. This time, Jungkook feels the tears he has been holding back pool on the surface of his eyes. It hurts. His heart hurts. It’s the first time someone ever did this to him. Not even his dad, or his hyung would slap him for talking back. There’s a harsh hold on his chin that forces him to look back at Yugyeom. "Fucking touch it or I'll tell your hyung you’re being a little bitch." Yugyeom growls. "Do you want that? Your hyung thinking you’re a stupid, dumb bitch." A slap on his head. "He won't even think twice before leaving you because you’re a little shit who can't even follow." The tears roll from Jungkook's eyes and he cries, "That's not true!" "Then get on with it." They’re cut off when the door slams open. Jungkook shifts his attention to the hero that intrudes them whose standing by the doorway and his face lights up as he quickly gets on his feet. “Hyung!” Taehyung places a finger on the other’s lips, effective on silencing him. Then he gauges the sight before him. Yugyeom sitting with his pants on his ankles and he clearly remembers the disturbing image of Jungkook being held down between his legs. There’s a surge of rage that runs through him as he strides forward to land a punch straight to Yugyeom's face. “Taehyung!” Jungkook springs up and runs to his hyung. “Hyung, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to go, h-he said there was games and I—” “Jungkook…” Taehyung says firmly, his eyes not leaving Yugyeom who was groaning in pain. “Wait outside for me okay?” It’s been half an hour as Jungkook is still swinging his legs on the lobby couch. He’s been waiting patiently just like what his hyung said. He sure hopes Taehyung didn’t do much damage to Yugyeom. It’s his fault after all. How is it he’s so gullible even when he was already warned countless of times to stay away from people like Yugyeom. Jungkook wants to cry. He doesn’t know how to live by the guilt that he allowed himself to cheat on his hyung. A few more minutes pass and finally he sees the mop of soft brown hair making his way to where he is, and Jungkook runs off to give his hyung a hug. “Sorry I kept you waiting bun.” Taehyung returns it with a smile, carding his fingers through his hair and it’s ticklish that Jungkook giggles. “Hyung…i-is he…” Taehyung holds his hand and starts leading him outside. “He’s none of your business now, okay love?” “O-okay…” Jungkook doesn’t ask any more questions. He doesn’t also question why an ambulance arrived the moment they left the building. Or why there’s small patches of blood stains on his hyung’s knuckles. Instead he focuses on the kisses Taehyung gives him while they walk back home. All he knows is he’s safe now. [--]“Hyung can we get chicken later?” “Watch where you’re going Guk.” Taehyung warns and the other obeys right away and keeps his eyes forward on the street. Taehyung doesn’t know where his brother keeps the extra energy to skip and jump like some sugar-induced kid. “Yes, we can order chicken later.” He continues. “Awesome! Race you back up to the room.” Jungkook exclaims, and the older hollers an indignant hey before he’s chasing after the younger with an airy laugh. But they didn’t even reach the doorway when the door opens and Jungkook’s dad is seen storming out of it with a distressed look on his face. Well that’s a first. “Daddy!” Jungkook runs to give his dad a hug. But Taehyung instantly knew there was something wrong when the older didn’t return the same energy but rather gives a defeated sigh before dragging Jungkook. "Jungkook we're going home." Taehyung could only raise a brow. Home? Isn't this Jungkook's home? Jungkook also seems to be confused when he tilts his head, looking back at forth between him and his dad. "But we're already home daddy." Jungkook’s dad looks apprehensive as he approaches his son. "I mean we're gonna go back to Busan for a while son. I already packed some of your stuff, come on we'll just go back when," A sigh. "...when things are sorted out." Both him and Jungkook looked terribly confused. Mr Jeon takes Jungkook's hand again, pulling him to the car. Taehyung wants to chase after his brother, but he pauses himself when the younger halts his tracks. "But mommy and Tae-" "Jungkook." his dad pinches the bridge of his nose, furrowing his eyebrows, "It's a long story okay son, but…mommy and I fought." Of course. Taehyung already expected this to happen. It always does with his mom’s Jungkook runs to Taehyung’s side, arms wrapping around his chest as he buries his face on his chest. Taehyung holds back the smirk on his face. Mine. "C-can we take Taehyungie?" There’s a hopeful smile on the younger’s face when he asks. Poor Jungkook, still not reading the room. Mr Jeon glances at him uncomfortably. Taehyung just shrugs, pretends he doesn’t know where this is going. Pretends he doesn’t know who Jungkook will choose. "Son, please don't make this harder for me." "But I want hyung." Jungkook whines. This time Taehyung smiles a little. Jungkook wants his hyung. Wants him. "I know but that’s not going to work out right n—“ "Then make it work." Jungkook spits back, "I want Taehyung. I need him." "Jungkook, you don't understand baby..." "No! Y-you don't understand!" The younger retaliates, crying. "I'm not going without hyung" Taehyung is surprised at his brother’s sudden outburst. Jungkook's hug becomes tighter and he doesn’t show any notion of letting go. But he also pitied Mr Jeon who was standing there staring at the two of them helplessly. He’s aware how much poison his mom packs during an argument, even Taehyung doesn’t even bother trying to debate with the woman, and for a moment he considers talking Jungkook out of it so he can stay maybe just a night with his dad until they sort this lover’s quarrel out but his mom conveniently shows up on the scene. "Let the kid stay Jeon." His mom says. "Fine." Mr Jeon huffs, sparing a worried glance at his son, "I'll come back for you Guk okay." Jungkook’s dad eventually drives out of their yard, and that’s when Taehyung gives his mom the look. "Don't ask." his mom grumbles, walking back to the house. "It’s just a misunderstanding. Just...make sure Jungkook calms down." Taehyung doesn't ask anymore—not like he’s interested anyways—and takes his brother, who was still sniffling on his chest, up to their room. Jungkook doesn’t let go even as Taehyung sits them down together, the bed dipping to their weight. "Do you want anything?" He resumes petting the other’s head, hoping it would eventually calm Jungkook down. Jungkook looks up, tears still flowing hotly from his eyes. "Want hyung in me." The answer has Taehyung gulping. Well, he certainly didn’t expect that answer from him. “Don't wanna be apart from you. I-I would die without you. I don’t think I could be away from Taehyungie…” He’s being pushed on the bed when Jungkook straddles him. It’s the fastest he’s ever seen the younger take off his clothes, until Jungkook is already stark naked on top of him. Soon, there’s shaky hands fumbling on the zipper of Taehyung’s own pants. “Hyung, please,” Jungkook sniffles, and Taehyung must’ve been a sick fuck for having his cock throbbing at the sight of a teary Jungkook. “Help me, please?” “Help you with what, baby?” Taehyung purposely stills Jungkook’s movements. His own hips are having trouble not to thrust up into Jungkook’s hole, so open and ready, but teasing has been his favorite thing to do with Jungkook, loves to leave his baby strung up until his breaking limit, and ignoring how hard his cock is might just that he does. He reaches his arm out to their drawer where he hides their condoms and lube—the one he made Jungkook buy just because he loves seeing the other turn red when he cashed them out the convenience store—but Jungkook seizes his arm before he could even do so. "I don't want the rubber." Jungkook mutters. It’s soft, shy even, but Taehyung hears it and he groans. "Fuck you sure?" he asks one more time, just to make sure. Jungkook doesn’t answer and instead takes the lube himself and lathers it all over his hyung’s cock. He prods his wet fingers around his hole, lower lip bitten at teasing himself. Taehyung grunts and he just knows his hyung is enjoying the show he makes as he preps himself with the lube dripping between his bubbly ass. Then Jungkook lifts his hips, guiding Taehyung's cock to his hole before he carefully slides down, swallowing down a whimper at the slight twinge of pain from the small stretch. The small flash of pain that quickly faded into pleasure. “Oh, oh Jungkook, god.” Taehyung hums, lips tracing along Jungkook’s sharp jawline as he thrusts harder to create a friction so good that Jungkook goes pliant on top of him, just taking and taking what Taehyung has to give to him. “Ah, I—I love it,” Jungkook hiccups, body trembling with want. “Love it so much when your cock is in me. Feel so whole with hyung." Jungkook bounces on his cock, rotating his hips in ways that make every single scenario in Taehyung’s head irrelevant right now and all he can focus on is Jungkook. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. He grabs Jungkook’s hips, slamming him down onto his cock and thrusting upward. His brother’s back arches as his hands barely balance themselves at Jungkook’s sudden vigor. “H-hyung, yes!” Jungkook screams in their room. “Y-yes, please, more.” “Fuck yes angel. Just like that.” Taehyung grunted, feeling his brother’s wet walls clamped on his dick. It’s driving him insane. His stomach tenses as he thrusts into Jungkook hard enough to fill the room with the sound of their skin slapping together, their mother be damned on the other room. Taehyung pushes himself up until Jungkook has his head pressed against Jungkook’s forehead staring at the euphoric look on his beautiful face and the sweat that ran down it, his hair already messed, eyes swelling with tears and lips red from all the kissing. It made Taehyung want to go harder until they were both screaming. "You promised me you won't leave me right?" Jungkook shudders as he asks. Staring deep into his eyes as he keeps fucking himself back against Taehyung’s dick. "Of course. Anything for you baby." Taehyung answers, and their lips meet in between. It’s filled with stars and fireworks when they reach their climax together. For some reason that ecstatic night they felt more connected, less worried and more in love. It’s perfect. Jungkook is perfect. And it felt even more perfect when all their problems seemed to dissipate in thin air as they fell asleep in each other’s arm, arms and legs tangled together, and a small smile gracing their lips. [--]It took a whole week but thankfully their parents make up. Taehyung rolled his eyes when he sees their cheesy reunion, all tears and hugs. Even he and Jungkook were dragged into the family drama when they got pulled in an unnecessary family hug. But hey, all is good, their parents can do whatever they want as long as Jungkook is still staying with him because it’s all that matters for Taehyung. Jungkook, he discovers, is good at keeping secrets. They kept their relationship a secret even after Taehyung graduated and moved to university. At some point he eventually thoroughly explained to the younger the grounds of their—for a lack of better word—odd relationship. Thankfully Jungkook understood, nods to each of his advice and takes them to the heart. Though they make it a habit to give each other time to actually date like normal boyfriends, somewhere far where no one would recognize them. Where Jungkook can freely hold his hand, hug him, and most importantly kiss him without any judging eyes. "I told you mom, I'm all settled already, geez. You’re more annoying the receptionist here." he huffs through the phone. It’s Taehyung’s first day in the dorms and his mom is already being a nuisance by treating him like a lost middle schooler. "Don't you have something better to do like—I don't know—fucking with dad or some shit." "Language!" her mom barks back, and Taehyung has to hold back a laugh. "I just want to make sure you haven’t gotten lost. It’s not every day I send off my favorite son to college.” “I thought Jungkookie was your favorite?” “Your both my favorite.” Her mom retorts. There’s a beat of silence before she quips, “Oh, and isn't Jungkook with you?" Taehyung pauses to look down between his legs. Jungkook is here alright. There his brother was, diligently lapping his hard cock. A heavy gasp escapes his mouth when the tip of his cock hit Jungkook's throat and it makes a choked up sound that has him bucking his hips. Jungkook looks up and their eyes meet, Taehyung gently plays with his hair before he grabs a fistful of the dark locks and starts fucking into his tiny mouth. "He's here." he sighs, biting back an unholy noise when Jungkook licks the underside so slowly. "Can I talk to him?" "He's very..." Taehyung bites his lip, "Busy at the moment." Jungkook must’ve overheard their conversation because he pops off his mouth his cock and Taehyung grunts at the loss of contact. But his brother makes up for it right away when he starts stroking the wet length, skilfully running the skin up and down just how he loves it and Taehyung almost dropping the phone. "Hey mommy!" the little shit has the audacity to answer back. "Jungkookie! How's Taehyung treating you? Did he at least cook you something to eat there?" There’s a spark of mischief that twinkles on Jungkook’s eyes when they grin at each other. "Yep, hyung is treating me well." A lick on his cock. "Very well." “Oh, that’s good. Please make sure he unpacks all of his stuff and he doesn’t forget to do groceries.” Jungkook is too busy gagging on his dick so Taehyung mumbles a quick okay, goodbye, love you and abruptly ends the call. He throws his phone carelessly to the side and focuses on guiding Jungkook’s head back and forth on his cock. "Fuck Guk, she could’ve heard." He prays the dorms have dense walls to block the loud moan he just let out. He’s not fond of the idea of traumatizing his next door roomie on his first day of university. Jungkook only giggles and bobs his head more quickly and it has his thighs shaking. He’s close, they both know it. "I'm gonna cum, Jungkookie…ah!” Taehyung lets out his release and Jungkook is there with his mouth wide open catching the trickles of cum that spurt out. It’s a sight he’ll probably never get used to. It’s filthy, and Taehyung thanks whatever god is up there that he’s the only one who’ll ever get to see it. What a way to christen his new room. "Cuddles!" Jungkook giggles, scooting to his side. Taehyung reflexively fills in as the big spoon and coddles the younger under him. It should be disgusting with how they’re sweaty and covered in cum, but they don’t care. They stopped caring after a long time. Jungkook turns over to face him. And it should be dangerous how fast his heart beats at the sight of his pretty brother so close to him with his eyes big and hopeful when he asks. “We’re gonna be together forever, right hyung?” Taehyung kisses his forehead. Adorable. “Always, Jungkookie.” he promises. Because he knows wherever and whenever, as long as Jungkook is there, everything will be alright.
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CARNATIONS AND TEMPTATIONS
(smut, canon compliant, basically what happened after taekook did that parent’s day vlive) alternatively: what really happened after the taekook carnation making vlive + 97 squad at Itaewon.
SHUT UP, TAKE MY MONEY (AND GIVE ME SOME OF THAT HONEY)
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