- my best friend’s lips 💋
Two college boys.
Taehyung’s a love and kissing expert. Jeongguk has never had his first kiss OR been in love.
So when Jeongguk finally lands his first date, Taehyung is more than happy to help.
Purely platonic, of course...right?
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- some possible angst if i can write it w/o crying
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Jeongguk gently knocks on Taehyung’s door. Although being in the same apartment, the two have developed a bad habit of texting one another from across the house, too lazy to ever get out of their own rooms to communicate at times.
Jeongguk’s far too used to setting foot in his best friend’s bed room, whether it be for a good round of gaming
“Has anyone ever caught feelings for you after you kissed them?” the younger tilts his head in curiosity.
Taehyung simply shrugs his shoulders “Not that I know of.”
“How do we do this?” His palms are only humid. Not exactly sweaty, but the thought of actually kissing his best friend is only now settling.
Jeongguk wants to scoff at that, because Taehyung knows damn well he can’t go a day without brushing his teeth at least three times.
“All clean for you.” he says. “But hey, what if one of your ‘clients’ had like.. a disease of something? Isn’t that a risk?” Another itching question to ease the mood.
“Lets get this over with.”
“Geez, Tae. Don’t sound so excited.” They laugh and Jeongguk takes a seat beside him, cracking his knuckles.
“To dinner, why?”
“It’s important to acknowledge the surroundings or situation you’ll be in when the kiss takes place, do you plan to kiss her at the restaurant?”
“- she’ll be observing the way you pull the chair for her, she may lean to wipe something at the corner of your lip or compliment your outfit with subtle touches on your arm again...”
“So, you’ll probably want to make conversation to ease the atmosphere, right?” Taehyung asks and Jeongguk nods once again, “Okay. Then shoot, what would you say?”
He pauses, he didn’t expect to have to speak. “Uh...Okay um.”
“Right,” He clears his throat “So,” Jeongguk’s arm leans against the door, I guess this is your stop.. thanks for tonight, I had a grea-“ He comes to a stop when he feels a sudden light slap across his cheek. “Hey!” Jeongguk frowns and Taehyung can only sigh.
“Geez..” he rubs his cheek as if he were in pain, “you treat all your clients like that?”
“No, but you’re my best friend so I can.” Taehyung reaches over and straightens him up, “Don’t try to recreate a romance movie. It sounds unnatural and rehearsed.”
“When you’re in that scene, observe her. Give her a genuine compliment. Something you haven’t yet said through the night. Her eyes, smile. Whatever stands out to you in the moment.”
Wow, Jeongguk thinks.
“Okay.” Jeongguk takes a mental note. “So then.. how do I just.. go for it?”
“Allow me,” Taehyung isn’t at all hesitant, he places his hands on Jeongguk’s waist. A familiar feeling
This is different though, he thinks.
Play it cool.
And Taehyung places his lips on Jeongguk’s.
They’re warm and soft, they feel like what Jeongguk would have imagined lips would feel on his for the first time. The first pair of lips he kisses.
Watermelon? He doesn’t care. He likes the taste. It’s pleasuring, almost addicting.
“Yeah.” Taehyung speaks and Jeongguk could swear he hears the older’s voice crack.
“Okay..” He seems to compose himself, “Now.. You have to take the lead. As in you are... you,” Taehyung sounds only a little breathless, “and I am Ana.”
Jeongguk swallows, his already pounding heart speeding up.
He pulls Taehyung closer to his body and leans in, connecting their lips.
The kiss, somehow, has deepened.
Taehyung’s hands end up resting on Jeongguk’s biceps, they’re almost breathless for each other.
It’s a doorbell ring that stops them.
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i literally write it at the beginning of every au and have to repeat myself every. time.
i’ll just not update if u keep doing it lol
Jeongguk doesn’t know why he’s putting on cologne.
It’s a Sunday.
Sundays are lazy days in. He goes to the Gym, he comes back, he showers and he hangs out with Taehyung in comfy clothes all day. That’s what his Sundays are like.
“Jeongguk-ah, hurry up I need to pee!” He hears Taehyung yelling from the other side.
“My God,” Taehyung eyes him, brows raised. “Where are you going?”
“No where,” Jeongguk shrugs, “Can’t a guy smell good and look good on a Sunday afternoon?”
Yeah, that’s right, he tells himself.
“You’re so weird.”
Their front room is small. It’s what you’d expect two average college students to be renting. It holds space, though, because they don’t own much other than a coffee table, a couch and a TV with some bookshelves here and there.
“Like, about the date last night?” Taehyung asks.
“Oh, yeah it was good. Um, she’s really cute and fun like I imagined. Super adorable, but I think my crush was just a little infatuation, maybe?”
Jeongguk lets out a breathily chuckle, “Like you said, I’m gonna explore more.”
“Mmmkay, perfect. I’ll set you up.” The older nods, as if making a mental note.
Taehyung’s words are supposed to make Jeongguk feel good, excited, fill him with anticipation of what’s to come in the near future.
However, he certainly doesn’t seem to feel any of the above. It’s unsettling, the feeling.
But “Thanks.” he says, brushing it off.
“Don’t mention it. Okay so,” Taehyung straightens up and Jeongguk doesn’t know why but it makes his stomach turn for a only mili-second, before it’s back in place.
“Well!” Taehyung begins, “It’s where we kiss, using the same techniques from our previous lessons, except you fully lead and go with the flow.”
Jeongguk raises a brow at that, his lip quirking up at the idea of being fully in-charge.
”No biting, avoid teeth and don’t get inappropriate.” he says.
They’ve always been this way. Their friends call them ‘plantonic’. Jeongguk being the shameless flirt he is,
He throws a cheeky remark and Taehyung rolls his eyes, mumbling a simple ‘shut up.’
Right now, however, as Taehyung positions himself, turning only a little more to face Jeongguk,
“Alright Guk,” Taehyung’s calm voice holds encouragement, “in your own time.” he says.
He raises a hand up, cupping Taehyung’s cheek.
He takes a deep breath, not realising he had been holding one in for quite some time, and begins to lean forward.
Taehyung’s used to this.
He’s done this with many.
Their lips touch, and there is it again. That feeling. Whatever it is, the one that he didn’t have with Ana last night. It’s here now.
He doesn’t pull away for long before he puzzles their lips together again, this time parting Taehyung’s lips with his own and savouring him, slower.
Taehyung leans back, his arms make their way up Jeongguk’s chest and rest around the his neck, wanting him closer.
“You’re..” Jeongguk starts, but he can’t seem to finish before he’s placing another soft kiss on Taehyung.
He finally parts away, their wet lips creating a sound.
They still, staring at one another until their breathing evens.
A smile makes its way onto Jeongguk’s red lips, “You think I’m good at this kissing thing?” He asks, voice low.
It’s not settling. Jeongguk sits there, rubbing his palms and attempting to do some sort of stretch here and there, composing himself, or rather, recovering.
He feels like he’s sitting on that couch for God knows how long before Taehyung walks back in. He wants to make fun of how absolutely flushed the boys looks,
Taehyung hands him a glass of water, which he eagerly takes and thanks him for before taking a huge sip.
They now sit side by side, both staring down at their fidgeting hands.
“Yeah..” Jeongguk agrees wholeheartedly, “yeah it was.”
“You wanna watch a movie?”
Jeongguk isn’t the type to shake out of nerves. He’s what he calls ‘a pretty chill guy’. So, needless to say, the trembling hand attempting to line the key with the lock of his front door is perhaps making him question his sanity.
And after all these years of growing up with Taehyung by his side, it can’t and it certainly won’t be THIS that changes their relationship. Nope. Jeongguk is going to suck it up and act normal. Yes, normal.
“Huh? Oh—“ Jeongguk notices how absolutely insane he must look statued at the doorway, “Sorry. I just, h-hi.” —
great, he mentally scolds himself.
“Mmhm.” Jeongguk heads to his room, a skippy Taehyung trailing behind him.
“Show me what you’re gonna wear.”
“Are you gonna have that?”
Jeongguk had practically forgotten all about his ‘date’, if he can even call it that. Taehyung and him sit side by side, cross-legged on their living room floor with their backs resting against the front of their couch.
Taehyung doesn’t eat the crust on the bread, Jeongguk does.
Taehyung likes his apples pealed, Jeongguk doesn’t.
These are only small and simple things about Taehyung that, for some reason, make Jeongguk smile.
“You know,” Jeongguk starts, “it’s odd.” he says.
“You’re this dating expert... and yet, you’ve been single for like... Wait, when was the last time you dated?” Jeongguk looks down as if calculating using his own fingers.
Jeongguk has never sat to ponder on this particular thought. He’s usually so caught up in what Taehyung does, how he helps others find ‘love’ so to speak, that he’s never very much wondered how the older’s love life’s going.
“Nope.” he shrugs.
Jeongguk, however, is irritated. Only a little. “What the hell is wrong with these people?”
“Oh God, Jeongguk no” Taehyung releases a sigh, “Don’t get all pitiful on me I told you I don’t wanna date.”
Jeongguk stops himself. Only now realising how much he was beginning to get carried away, if not already.
Taehyung’s voice is low.
The kind of low that, if Jeongguk weren’t simply his best BRO, he would certainly get unhealthily turned on.
The proximity of their faces allow Jeongguk’s eyes to instinctively flicker down to Taehyung’s lips. He watches them, the sweet feeling of kissing them suddenly making its way back and burning his thoughts.
“Why are you saying all tha-“
“Can I kiss you?” Jeongguk interrupts before he can stop himself. His eyes still on the boy’s lips.
“Not like, as a lesson just... one uh. one kiss.”
Taehyung hesitantly looks away, avoiding Jeongguk’s expectant stare.
He lingers there, until Taehyung finally turns his face, slowly, until their lips are lightly pressed together.
Sure, sure he does.
He won’t admit, however, that he likes kissing Taehyung only. Not right now.
“JEONGGUK WHAT THE FUCK”
“NO YOU’RE NOT”
Taehyung is half right, but Jeongguk won’t tell him that.
“You gave me this while I wasn’t paying attention, it was on purpose!”
“I didn’t know it would burn you!!”
“You didn’t even blow it or warn me!”
“First you burn my finger and now my mouth, what is WITH you, Guk?” Taehyung huffs, applying ice on his red lips.
It isn’t seriously burnt at all, Taehyung is surely making
“Here, I’ll kiss it better.”
They watch wide-eyed, as Jeongguk leans forward and naturally places a kiss on Taehyung’s lips. Their gaze following Taehyung’s expressions change from mad, to taken by surprise, to semi-melting, and to turning the other way upon Jeongguk getting
“It isn’t that hard, you know?”
It’s around 5:30pm. Taehyung and Jeongguk step off the bus, the October breeze hitting their skin as the two make their way back to their apartment.
“Right.. but. Why is that a problem?”
Jeongguk asks, calm and genuine.
“Does it make sense?”
Sure, Jeongguk thinks. He doesn’t like it though.
They arrive at their place and settle back in, removing their jackets.
“What do you want for dinner?”
Days like these, the seven would usually go somewhere together after classes. Bowling, the movies, another’s house, to eat out. Or even a park to sit around and laugh at each badly told joke.
Jeongguk watches Taehyung. He holds a light frown “What are you doing?” Jeongguk asks, attempting to make small talk.
It’s silent again. Silence is never a problem with the pair, however, now it’s almost deafening.
“Tae... Can we talk?”
Jeongguk takes the hint. He sighs, Taehyung doesn’t want to talk.
Still no response.
Jeongguk gets a hold of the back, spinning him around and without hesitation he leans down, kissing him.
“I’m..sorry.” Is all Jeongguk can make out before Taehyung storms out, head still down, hurriedly making his way out of his own room and into the bathroom.
In the entire lifetime of Jeon Jeongguk knowing his best friend, never did he imagine that the simple sound of Kim Taehyung’s voice shouting “I’m home!” would be the cause of his almost-immediate-death.
That is until Taehyung comes into view.
Jeongguk sees it all from the corner of his eye. The way the other slowly walks to the centre,
It’s quiet for around half a minute, and it’s only broken when the gentle sound of Taehyung’s breathly cackle fills the room for a quick second.
“W-what?” Jeongguk dares to ask. Taehyung shrugs, now crossing his arms. “You look hilarious.”
“I was just reading the paper.” Jeongguk presses on, there is no way he’s dropping the act now.
“Incredibly well, thank you very much.”
He’s well aware of Taehyung’s sarcastic tone, but again, he will not give in, so he opens up the paper and raises it up to his face once more.
“Hm. And...Is that a new skill of yours?”
“What?” Jeongguk looks over the paper at the older.
“Reading upside down.”
There is no longer a point in trying, Jeongguk feels stupid, and he knows he probably looks a lot more stupid than he feels so he drops it, sinking into his seat under the gaze of an almost-tearing-up-in-laughter Taehyung.
Jeongguk can only follow his moves.
“No..” Jeongguk is trying. He certainly is. But he’s not like Taehyung. He can’t hide his nervous fidgeting and the way his leg cannot seem to keep still.
proudly. “But I’m not showing it to you yet.”
“Why not?!” Jeongguk whines before he can stop himself. After all, they always show each other the clothes they buy immediately after buying them.
This was not how he had expected the encounter to go.
Jeongguk has a habit many have pointed out on various occasions, and that is to crack his neck and hop on the stop when he’s either nervous or finding it hard to concentrate. Although, on most of those occasions, the neck doesn’t exactly make any particular sound,
So that is exactly what he’s been finding himself doing for the past thirty minutes previous to Taehyung’s arrival. Along with rubbing his sweaty palms together and releasing long, audible and outstretched breaths from time to time.
He’d believe the latter.
“Jeongguk-ah, hurry up I need to pee!”
He’s here now however, fully confessed.
He stares at the bathroom door, then at the corner of the living room set up with the fairy lights and their guitar. He looks at the sign facing down beside the stereo
He wonders if it’s too much, but not for long when the bathroom door clicks open. Taehyung steps out, sighing and removing his jacket before he looks up and stops
The boy removes his glasses and squints at the TV screen and the section decorated in lights.
He notices from the corner of his eye Taehyung following his every move. From picking up the stall, to turning off the main lights
He takes a deep breath. Remembering when they were just teenagers, talking about their dreams and their futures. What being in love would feel like and what romance could be.
“Hm. Aren’t fairy lights too weak to light up a room?”
“I’ll just like.. hold up a lighter so I can stand out from the crowd or something....Oh! And throw a guitar pick with my initials, yep. That way I’ll be remembered.”
“You’re a cheese.”
“Shut up. I bet you’ll be one too.”
“Never.” they laughed.
He remembers the last detail and reaches into the pocket of his jacket, getting out a permanent marker and handing it to Taehyung.
The latter looks at his hand with confusion for a split second
He carefully writes his initials on the guitar pick, a semi-shy smile still on his face, before looking up and throwing it at Jeongguk who immediately catches it.
The track begins playing and soon enough Jeongguk joins in on the guitar.
Jeongguk smiles at the boy who he has quickly become so deeply connected to in the most extraordinary of ways.
He proceeds to pick up the sign, holding it up with sudden enthusiasm as it reads
‘Out of of the stars in the /GALA/xy, you’ll shine the brightest of them all. Please be my date?’
He too laughs, and when they fall back into the silence Taehyung gets up, waddling to Jeongguk and taking the sign into his hands, proceeding to set it down.
“Of course I will.”
Jeongguk can swear his smile widens from ear to ear, his heart immediately swelling up before Taehyung leans down and kisses him gently.
for those who don’t know, i don’t write smut
Taehyung reads over the text on phone screen, fighting the immediate mess taking over his insides upton reading the four words written from — he doesn’t even know what to refer to Jeongguk as anymore. But what he does know is that trying not to show how
Taehyung, who would often dose off at night imagining a world where Jeongguk and him would skip into the sunset, hand in hand and bubbled in laughter.
Taehyung. Taehyung who told himself Jeongguk would never—not in a million and ten years—ever see him as more than his brother, more than his friend, homie, ‘ride or die’.
Taehyung approaches Jeongguk attempting to hide his urge to smile widely by biting his bottom lip.
The younger looks up, barely managing to align his eyes with Taehyung’s before he’s scrunching that nose of his Taehyung adores.
“You were- you just look so good I don’t know if-“
“You look just as incredible, Guk.”
Jeongguk smiles — wider if possible —like an idiot at this, finally looking dead into Taehyung’s equally smiling gaze, reaching to tug at his suit.
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Taehyung isn’t one to toss and turn. Once he hits the pillow after a long day, holds his cuddling plushie close to his chest, covers his fresh sheets up to his chin, usually, he’s out right away.
When something — or someone — is constantly on his mind.
He has, in the not-so-distant past,
spent a few counted sleepless nights inventing scenarios of reciprocal relationships with Jeongguk before
But laying there, eyes wide open and not able to keep still, his thoughts are far from running off into the sunset with the younger.
Instead he counts the dreading seconds, minutes and eventually hours.
Jeongguk is a grown man. Independent. He’s out with other friends living his life. Having fun.
Yeah, he has other friends, he isn’t handcuffed to Taehyung.
He doesn’t worry until he’s been calling and texting the boy for just over thirty minutes straight and there is no answer.
It’s late now. three fifteen AM, and Taehyung knows full well that Jeongguk isn’t one to stay out this late.
He’s leaped out of bed now, pacing around his bedroom, sitting on the bed and standing, not knowing what to do with himself as he consistently calls Jeongguk’s phone. He doesn’t have the number of any of
He begins to think the worst of the worst when a fumbling of keys is heard from the front entrance and Taehyung is sure he’s never moved faster in his entire life.
“God, oh God Jeongguk..” Taehyung rushes to hold the woozy younger up right, dropping his phone on the couch on the way.
“Look at you.”
Taehyung, not being able to make it very far with Jeongguk putting all of his weight on the older, sets the boy on the couch carefully.
Taehyung sighs as he gets his very-knocked-out-best-friend ready for bed.
“Why did you this, Guk..” he whispers, laying, or squeezing, next to Jeongguk.
“What put you in such a state..”