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By that, he has his own group of friends and is always attending the Friday night parties. Even though he enjoys the drinking, he can proudly say he stays up to date with his work and makes sure it’s done.
For example: One day in biochemistry they were instructed to choose partners. Between his friend group, Jimin and Hoseok, he was left out so the two could work together.
He left class.
And those damn suits.
“You’ll be at the party on Friday, right?” Hoseok asks, leaning on the table as he looks at Taehyung who nods. “Of course. You always know I’m there,”
“I wonder if our business man over there would be up to a party,” Hoseok says, eyes flickering between the boy in the suit across the room and Taehyung.
Jimin is widening his eyes, “Shhh! Don’t be so damn loud,” He warns, eyes on Jungkook. He’s thankful that Jungkook didn’t pick up on his name.
Even if Jungkook did decide to come to the party, what would happen then? Taehyung isn’t up to babysitting someone who won’t go near alcohol.
Probably Candy Crush.
It’s just the energy that Jungkook radiates...
and it’s not big dick energy.
“It’s just not my place to be. I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, giving Hoseok a small smile.
“Okay, thank you,” Jungkook tells him, eyes flickering between his notes and Hoseok.
Hoseok takes this as his cue for dismissal.
Taehyung chuckles, “Told you it wouldn’t be his scene,”
“It was worth a try,” Jimin points out, Hoseok nodding in agreement.
He refuses to believe this feeling is because Jungkook denied the request to go to the party.
All the party was was a bunch of college students playing dumb games, drinking, and blaring music from a cheap Bluetooth speaker that was probably purchased from a convenience store.
“It definitely does!” Hoseok says, stomping his foot. Jimin shakes his head, “You’re an idiot,”
The smell of weed didn’t help either.
That’s the only thing he could describe it as.
Or who he sees.
Jeon Jungkook stands there, across the room. He’s huddled in a corner with his damn phone out and those damn glasses on.
Instead, he wears a white button up shirt with the first few undone. His hair is done up off his forehead, slightly off to the side as well.
Taehyung has never seen Jungkook in blue jeans but he knew he liked it.
Or loved it.
“Jungkook is here,” Taehyung says in a loud whisper... as if Jungkook could actually hear him from across the room.
“What the fuck,” Hoseok says, eyes watching Jungkook hold his phone sideways and tap furiously at the screen.
“Like he carries everyone’s modeling careers on his back,” Hoseok finishes, mouth slightly open.
Taehyung shakes his head. “Will you guys shut up?” He asks, rolling his eyes at his drunk friends.
“I think I need more to drink,” Taehyung says before drinking the last bit in his cup.
“Of course you do,” Hoseok says, watching as Taehyung only glares at him before walking away.
Taehyung wasn’t lying... he did need a drink.
And to grab a second one.
Jungkook doesn’t notice Taehyung because of that stupid game on his phone but when Taehyung says “Hello,” it captures his attention.
“I got you a drink,” Taehyung awkwardly says, motioning to the cup in his hand. Jungkook is hesitant on grabbing it but accepts the kind gesture.
“Oh, uhm, Thank you. Hey, can I ask you a question?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung smiles smugly. “You just did,”
“Okay, okay. What is it?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook looks at him.
“My, uhm,” Once again, Taehyung finds himself stumbling over his words and Jungkook laughs at this.
Taehyung is now very, very, interested in Jungkook.
Jungkook seems too innocent for this and he figures it’s just literal context.
Jungkook sets his drink on a table, abandoning it. Taehyung gives him a look and Jungkook shrugs, “I don’t drink,”
It’d be weird as fuck going into the room that Namjoon slept in.
“I thought you weren’t going to come,” Taehyung questions, curious. Jungkook turns around and sighs, “I wasn’t but,” He stops himself.
Taehyung thinks for a moment and doesn’t even have a good answer himself. “It’s something to do and my friends are always here so why not?”
“If I’m not that then what am I?” Taehyung asks him and Jungkook smiles. “A very cute asshole,”
“What did you expect?” Jungkook asks, shifting on his feet in front of Taehyung.
Jungkook is smirking a bit, eyeing him. “And what did you expect me to be dressed like?” Somehow, the proximity between the two is shrinking.
Taehyung rests his hand on the side of Jungkook’s neck as he moves his head in closer, pressing his lips against Jungkook’s.
What /does/ Jungkook do in situations like these?
Taehyung’s fingertips are finding the buttons to his Jungkook’s shirt, beginning to undo them.
“Fuck this,” He mumbles against Jungkook’s lips and he grips the fabric from both sides, ripping the last few buttons.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” He says and Jungkook only shakes his head. “I own many,” He tells Taehyung, making a small reference to those damn suits he always wears.
Breaking the kiss for only a moment, Taehyung lets himself take a small glance at Jungkook’s body and how desirable he looks.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Stop talking and let me be yours for tonight,”
The belt to Jungkook’s jeans are then being undone and it’s coming off.
Taehyung is nipping at Jungkook’s bottom lip while he presses him up against the wall, his hands finding his way to Jungkook’s ass.
Jungkook leans his head back against the wall, using his fingers to run them through Taehyung’s hair.
Taehyung stares at Jungkook and his red lips intently as he grips his wrists and holds them above his head on the wall. “Is this okay?” He asks and Jungkook nods, lips parted.
Taehyung is swiping his tongue on Jungkook’s bottom lip before biting it softly.
The bulge was apparent between Jungkook’s legs now.
Jungkook’s hands are cupping Taehyung’s cheeks as he moves his lips against his.
Jungkook straddles his lap and he begins moving his bulge against Taehyung’s, causing the older to grip his thighs. “Fuck,” He moans out against his lips.
He watches Jungkook giggle slightly, straddling his waist as he rests his hands on Taehyung’s stomach.
Taehyung really, really underestimated Jungkook.
A smirk is on Jungkook’s face as he unbuttons Taehyung’s jeans, unzipping them and tugging them down his legs.
A shallow breath is coming from Taehyung as he moans lightly, his eyes fluttering shut.
“No, no. Look at me,” Jungkook says, voice soft as he instructs him.
Jungkook bites his lip softly as his hand moves into Taehyung’s boxers, fingers wrapping around his erection as he uses his other hand to move his boxers down.
Small moans are escaping Taehyung’s lips as he watches Jungkook who stares back, small pout on his lips.
Jungkook looks so sexy.
Bending over, Jungkook is unexpectedly attaching his lips to the tip of Taehyung’s cock. He’s taking more of him in his mouth before bobbing his head up and down slowly.
Taehyung tried to hold back his moans but fails. His hand is going down to Jungkook’s hair, his fingers tugging softly as Jungkook moves his head up and down on him.
Jungkook feels Taehyung’s muscles tensing under him and he’s using his hand to keep Taehyung’s thigh down.
His hands are going to Jungkook’s underwear, pulling them down. “Off,” He says and Jungkook giggles as he removes them.
“I need you,” Jungkook practically begs, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of Taehyung.
Taehyung’s hands grip Jungkook’s waist as he moves himself onto his cock, the tip sliding in. Jungkook throws his head back, eyes closing tightly shut as a groan escapes him.
“So good, baby,” Taehyung says softly as Jungkook rests himself there for a moment before moving himself slowly on Taehyung.
Taehyung is panting against Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook’s fingers are tangling through his hair.
It’s moments before Jungkook begins to feel the pleasure rush through him and he’s sitting up again, moaning.
“Fuck me,” Jungkook whines, going faster on Taehyung. Beads of sweat is coating his skin now.
With each move Jungkook is going faster, a lustful high coming over his body. Everything is tingling.
Jungkook comes over Taehyung’s hand and onto his stomach, a loud moan coming from him as Taehyung quickly begins thrusting himself into his ass.
Moments later, Jungkook is moaning as Taehyung comes inside of him. A louder moan comes from Taehyung as he throws his head back.
Jungkook sits there for a moment, trying to recollect himself before he moves himself off his Taehyung, falling beside him on the bed.
“Did you study for the biochemistry test on Monday?”
A small smile is on his face as he holds a bag in his hand. He hasn’t seen Jungkook since he walked him back to his dorm Saturday morning and looks forward to seeing him again.
They didn’t know much of what went on Friday night but knew something had to have happened for Taehyung to not ever come back.
This time, though, Jungkook isn’t wearing one of those damn suits.
Jungkook is slightly startled as Taehyung approaches him and he smiles, cheeks growing red. “Good morning,” He says to Taehyung and he smiles.
Taehyung only tells them he doesn’t “kiss and tell.”
Peaking in the bag, he sees a brand new, white button up shirt and a note resting on top of it.