Now, Jungkook isn’t stupid.
A little naive? Sure, he'll admit that much—but not stupid.
He keeps his eyes on the little flier in front of him, re-reads what it says for the maybe tenth time because, perhaps, he's not really willing to believe what’s written on the damn thing.
Jungkook clears his throat and looks up from the table, meeting Jimin's unfazed gaze as he sips on his coffee.
"Is this a joke?" he asks.
Jimin shrugs and puts the mug down. "Does it seem like a joke to you?"
"No, but I'm kinda hoping it is."
"It's not a joke."
Jungkook loves Jimin. Really, he loves him a lot. Jimin is an amazing hyung to him, an incredible person. He’s full of talent and has a huge heart.
But this is just slightly—how to say it? Fucked up.
"Hyung," Jungkook begins saying. "Did you just offer me a flier that allows me to have a free session with a prostate masseur?"
Jimin blinks. "Did you suddenly forget how to read, or?"
"I can read very well, that's why I'm asking." Jungkook sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. "More importantly, you gave me this damn thing in the middle of Starbucks."
A very busy Starbucks, may he add. The place is packed full, he's surprised no one managed to take a glimpse of the paper.
"Yes, Kookie, I gave you a damn flier for a free prostate massage." Jimin smiles wickedly. "You're welcome, happy birthday."
"It's not my birthday!" Jungkook exclaims, his eyes growing wider. "Hyung, what the fuck?! Why would you give me this thing?"
Jimin rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. "Because this was actually mine. Like, the free session was for me. A present. But it was before I got with Yoongi so..." Jimin grins and wriggles his eyebrows. "Let's just say I don't need a masseur anymore when my boyfriend has those fingers."
"Fuck, no, don't—don't make me think about Yoongi-hyung's fingers, I'm begging you."
"And the free session expires in two weeks, I don't want it to go to waste!"
"And I don't want to go to a shady fucking place to have a shady fucking person stick their fingers up my ass!"
Jimin scoffs. "It's not a shady place, and your masseur wouldn't be shady either. He's my best friend."
Jungkook blinks. "Wait, you were gonna have your best friend give you a prostate massage?"
Jimin takes his coffee and sips some more. "We're very close."
"Yeah, I can see that."
"He started this thing a while ago, college is expensive and he needs money. And, he gives great massages. So he gave me a free sample 'cause I was single back then. He's a person I trust with my entire heart, Jungkook, I wouldn't just send you off to a sketchy place."
"Where even is this place? Surely it's not legal."
Jimin nods. "It's not. He does it in his flat."
This is all sorts of weird, messed up, crazy and surely not all that hygienic.
"Why would you even think about giving me this?" Jungkook groans and Jimin simply arches an eyebrow.
"Because, my dear, you haven't gotten any action in months."
Jungkook gasps, feeling the tip of his ears grow hotter. "That's not true!"
It is true.
"Months, Jungkookie. I feel like breathing air could get you hard at this point."
"Stop talking about my dick."
"Listen, it's not like I'm forcing you." Jimin pulls back his blond hair and grins. "If you wanna have a good time then go. If not, just throw the damn thing in the trash. No one will know."
Jungkook tries to reply that, no, that is not the point; the point is that his hyung just felt like casually dropping a free prostate massage on him like no big deal. But he can't even start saying so as a waitress starts walking to their table and Jungkook quickly grabs the damn flier and shoves it in the back-pocket of his jeans, flushing red in a moment.
Jimin looks so damn pleased with himself that Jungkook feels like kicking that pretty face of his.
Decisions were made.
Wrong decisions? Well, mayhaps.
"What am I doing?" Jungkook murmurs to himself as he stands in front of the building he had been instructed to go to.
In the end, Jungkook is only human and, most importantly, sexually frustrated.
So he did call the number on the damn flier to schedule a session and here he is. He has no idea what he's doing but the person who replied the phone (Jungkook guesses it must have been Taehyung, he highly doubts that the guy has a secretary) was incredibly cheerful and polite. And he had a very deep and warm voice. Jungkook is weak to nice voices.
And now he's here.
He takes a moment to gather himself and convince himself that this is not that crazy: there are people who pay money for actual sex, people get these kinds of treatments all the time in far more dodgy places than this nice looking apartment condo. And Jungkook, he’s far too horny. He needs to relax, especially after the day he had.
First, he woke up late because he's a fool who forgot to charge his phone during the night, then he almost missed a deadline and also had his chem professor lecture him about his tardiness to class.
He really needs to let go of some stress before he just passes out in front of everyone.
He can do this.
Jimin wouldn't send him to a serial killer, right?
Jungkook crosses the street and goes to the main door of the building, it opens without any resistance and he is surprised when he realizes how new and well designed the interior of the complex is. It's clean and smells of lavender, not those cheap detergents he's used to. Jungkook steps inside the elevator and pushes the button for the fifth floor, then waits and in these few seconds of peace, he tries to gather as much courage as he can. This will be fine, if for any reason he'll feel uncomfortable then he's just gonna leave and that will be it.
The elevator stops once it reaches the fifth floor and Jungkook steps out and finds himself in front of a door. On the doorbell beside it, it reads "Kim Taehyung", so he knows this is the right place.
One deep breath, one slow exhale and then he rings the doorbell.
It takes exactly five seconds for the door to swing open and for Kim Taehyung to appear.
And Jungkook was so not ready.
"Ah!" Taehyung exclaims, smiling wide. "You must be Jungkook!"
Shit, he's pretty.
Jungkook swallows and tries to reply that yep, that's him, but all his mind is providing him is a mantra of pretty face, pretty skin, pretty lips, he has a mole just beneath his lip, pretty golden skin, pretty voice, wow he has broad shoulders and, damn it, golden skin.
Taehyung frowns. "Everything okay?"
"Yes!" Jungkook exclaims, somehow snapping out of his thirst induced blank state. "I'm him! Jeon Jungkook! That's—that's me."
Taehyung presses his lips together, like he's trying to stop himself from laughing and he nods before he steps aside. "Well then, Jeon Jungkook, please come in."
Stiffly, Jungkook steps inside Taehyung's apartment and the young man closes the door behind them.
"Jimin said you're a friend of his," Taehyung says as he guides Jungkook deeper into the apartment.
"Yeah, we met last year."
"You go to the same college, yeah?" Taehyung turns around to look at him for a moment. "What do you study?"
"Damn, you must have a death wish."
Despite the tension, Jungkook finds himself chuckling. "I like it, actually."
"That's good. What year?"
"I'm in my second year."
"Oh, you're younger than me!" Taehyung nods to himself as they step in the living room.
It's a nice place, Jungkook has to admit. Clean and well decorated, not big but with large windows that light up the rooms nicely.
"Okay, Jungkook," Taehyung turns to him and claps his hands together. "Did you follow my instructions?"
There had been quite lengthy instructions regarding a cleaning up process, Jungkook doesn't want to think about those.
Jungkook swallows and ignores the way his face seems to be heating up. "I did."
"Good, then let's not waste time." Taehyung points at a closed door. "You go there, get changed and I'll join you in a bit. Take your time, okay? Make yourself comfortable."
He can do comfortable.
He can’t do comfortable.
He's lying down on his stomach on a damn massage bed and he is not comfortable.
No, that's a lie. The bed itself is comfortable.
What isn't comfortable is that he's stark naked, ass proudly out in the air and sipping from a straw some sort of weirdly herbal tea.
The room itself is lovely, very small but with an open window to let fresh air come in, a few scented candles put on top of a coffee table. There's also a shelf that has far too many massaging oils and other kinds of items that are definitely anal toys.
"Wait," Jungkook stops drinking the tea and gets up on his elbows. "There aren’t any drugs in here, are there?"
Taehyung snorts, he's standing by the massage bed's side and he's currently coating his hand with an oil that smells a lot of almond.
"No, Jungkook, it's not drugged. It's just tea, warm tea helps people relax." He pauses. "And I feel like you need to relax."
"Right," Jungkook murmurs. "Sorry."
"Nah, don't apologize. It's normal, this is your first time doing something like this."
"We'll start with a normal massage and then we'll ease you into it," Taehyung says, speaking with a quiet voice. "And if you don’t feel comfortable then we'll stop."
Jungkook feels a little better at this. Taehyung seems like a good person, otherwise he wouldn't be Jimin's friend. And he's right, if he wants to stop then they will. For now, he should just calm down and enjoy the normal massage, that's what he should do.
He lays down again, chest flush against the stiff mattress of the massage bed and exhales, then he starts drinking his tea again.
Taehyung's hands are suddenly on his shoulders and Jungkook has to bite the straw between his teeth to keep in the humming sound he wants to let out. Taehyung's fingers are long and slender, but his hands are strong, applying a firm pressure to his muscles, kneading the flesh carefully and precisely, the oil making the friction quite pleasurable.
"So," Taehyung starts saying. "What convinced you to come here? You don't look like someone who goes for prostate massages."
Jungkook snorts. "Yeah. Should I be honest?"
"Honesty is key."
"I'm real fucking horny."
Taehyung starts laughing, a genuine sound that has Jungkook smile along.
"Fair enough," Taehyung moves from his shoulders to his neck. "You, my child, are stiff as hell."
"Mmh, I feel you. Hell week is coming soon."
"Please, don't remind me." Jungkook sighs. "Taehyung-ssi, what do you study?"
"Art major and please, call me hyung. I'm about to have my fingers up your ass, no need to be that formal."
Jungkook promptly chokes on his tea for a moment, but he managed to cough only twice. So that's a win.
"If you don't mind me asking," Jungkook says. "Why did you start this—well, business?"
Taehyung hums, his hands move to the center of Jungkook’s back as he continues the massage. "Well, I was really broke and college is expensive. Art supplies are even more expensive, so I needed something. No one would hire me for normal jobs, then I remembered that my ex used to tell me I had magic fingers."
"So here I am." Taehyung continues. "It's not the best job, some clients are fucking weird. But, you know, mostly it's not bad. I'm not shy, I don't mind seeing people naked and I'm comfortable with making them feel good. Also, the pay is really good."
Jungkook hums and he can't help but close his eyes when Taehyung starts kneading in a particular spot, right between his shoulders, something that felt really sore and stiff.
The massage does feel good, Taehyung knows what he's doing and this is—well, it's really nice.
Before he realizes, Jungkook is humming every time Taehyung applies pressure in the right places and he's so relaxed that he sagged on the bed, his tea left forgotten and cold on the floor. He feels like he might even fall asleep, Taehyung works silently and it all feels so soft and numbing that maybe taking a nap right now wouldn't be bad.
That is until Taehyung's hands disappear from his back and Jungkook frowns.
"Why did you stop?"
"Because now we're moving to the actual thing, honey."
Jungkook's eyes fly open and Taehyung seems to notice is current state of panic.
"Hey, no, it's okay. It's gonna be fine, okay, I won't do anything weird," he says, Jungkook sees him take one of the bottles of lube he has on the shelf. "You were really relaxed before, try to get back to that state. Can you do that for me, mh?"
Jungkook sighs and nods.
Taehyung's hand then slides between his cheeks, Jungkook tenses up for a moment before he tells himself to snap out of it and relax. He takes a deep breath and feels his locked up muscles slowly loosen up, then another hand is on his hip, thumb pressing in.
"Good, just like that," Taehyung murmurs, voice a lot deeper than before.
Jungkook feels the first pang of arousal hit when Taehyung's lubed finger starts circling around his rim, teasing and applying a nice pressure every time it moves closer to his hole.
"This is all good, Jungkook," Taehyung says. "Nothing bad with this, mh? I'm gonna make you feel good, you'll like it."
Jungkook swallows. "Yeah."
Taehyung keeps this going for a few minutes. Just circling his rim, there are moments when Jungkook thinks he will actually start pressing his finger inside but he doesn't, he teases him and eases him into the feeling. Before he knows it, Jungkook is feeling too hot and his dick is twitching beneath his stomach. He wants it. Now he actually wants it, he's getting hard and the pressure and teasing are starting to make him crave for it.
He opens his mouth to say something, maybe to actually urge Taehyung to do what he has to do, but the other beats him to it.
Jungkook gasps when he feels Taehyung's finger slowly slide past his rim without much resistance thanks to the lube.
"There we go," Taehyung says, his hand tightens around Jungkook's hip. "Doing good, honey. Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah." Jungkook manages to say, he can feel his ass clenching around the finger. "More?"
"Already more?" Taehyung asks, but there's a teasing tilt to his voice as he slowly starts pulling his finger back, the pad of it dragging along his walls.
Jungkook hums, a sound that is already too close to a moan.
Taehyung starts thrusting his finger in and out in an excruciatingly slow rhythm, making sure that he caresses his walls and never truly pulling out.
Jungkook chokes on air at the slow building pleasure, his dick fully hard beneath him, the pressure on it almost hurts but he likes it, he always liked it like that.
Taehyung suddenly adds another finger and Jungkook's hand grasps at the white sheet, the stretch feels unpleasant for a moment before he starts getting used to it and god , it does feel good. Taehyung's fingers are long and stretch him so nicely, he's careful and even if he is teasing him, Jungkook is feeling good.
There's a nice veil laying itself over Jungkook's mind as he allows himself to get a bit lost in the pleasure, something that numbs him enough to make him grow a bit braver. He doesn't even realize what he's doing once he starts rutting against the bed, his hips shifting slowly as he drags his hard cock against the sheet. It feels a bit rough but it's nice, it sends waves of pleasure throughout his body and Taehyung's fingers send sparks up his back, a pleasant heat coiling in his abdomen.
"Does it feel good?"
Jungkook freezes for a moment, his eyes opening and the realization of what he was doing settles over him like a cold shower.
"You're rubbing yourself on the bed," Taehyung says as he keeps moving his fingers, he's dragging the pads along his walls, thrusts getting slightly faster and deeper. "Must be feeling good, mh?"
Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip, unable to reply with actual words. What he does instead is letting out a quiet whine.
He's—fuck, he feels ashamed for some reason. Maybe it's the fact that he's slowly understanding that he actually was that desperate to come here and have a complete stranger actually stretch him open with his fingers and that it felt good enough for Jungkook to slip deep into some sort of haze and rut against a massage bed like some horny teenager.
"I like it," Taehyung then says and Jungkook gasps when he feels Taehyung's warm breath against his neck.
He twists his head around and finds the man's face much closer than he thought it'd be, dark eyes staring at him so intensely that Jungkook shivers.
"You—you like it?"
Taehyung smirks, just a slight curl of his lips. "I do. But now I need you to lift your hips up for me. Can you do that, mh?"
Jungkook nods, a little out of it because Taehyung is still moving his fingers, thrusting them deep.
Shakily, Jungkook moves his legs forward until he manages to get on his knees and he lifts his hips up, making an embarrassed sound at the idea of being so exposed. The feeling of cold air against his hole makes him clench more and Taehyung moves away from his face and hums.
Suddenly, without any warning, Taehyung moves his fingers and there's pressure against his prostate. Jungkook moans high, his body tensing with the mind-numbing spark of pleasure that hits him.
" Oh —oh my God," Jungkook keens, his back arching to get a better angle. "Hyung—"
"Feels good?" Taehyung asks, his voice sounds a little more on edge than before.
"Do you wanna feel even better?"
Jungkook hums, a sense of anticipation settling in his chest. Taehyung doesn't say anything but he starts rubbing the pads of his fingers over the bundle of nerves with just the perfect amount of pressure and Jungkook swears he sees white for a moment.
His thighs start shaking as he whimpers brokenly, his cock is so hard and he hasn't touched himself once, it hurts in a way that Jungkook actually likes and he knows he's dripping precum all over the white sheet but he doesn't care. This feels incredible. Jungkook’s had good sex before, amazing sex. But this feels so overwhelming, all the pleasure focused on that particular spot, but it still spreads through his body, leaving Jungkook shaking and gasping as he tries to keep his moans to himself.
"You're doing so well," Taehyung murmurs, the praise makes something warm burst in Jungkook's chest. "And you sound so cute, too. Are you holding yourself back?"
Jungkook doesn't trust himself speaking so he simply nods, biting hard his bottom lip when Taehyung applies a bit more of pressure.
"It's—" Jungkook swallows. "It's embarrassing."
"It's a bit too late to be embarrassed, honey," Taehyung chuckles. "I wanna hear you. Can't you let me hear you?"
Oh, Jimin is gonna get his ass kicked once he's out of here.
Of course, Taehyung is a fucking tease, Jungkook should've realized the moment this whole thing started.
"Nuh-no," Jungkook replies, his voice sounds too much like a whine. "Please."
"I really wanna hear you. Bet you sound lovely."
Then Taehyung suddenly starts rubbing his prostate faster and, at the same time, his thumb presses down onto his perineum.
Jungkook shudders and he moans loud, tears welling in his eyes.
"Fuck, you do sound good," Taehyung groans as he keeps applying pressure both directly and from outside.
The feeling is too much, Jungkook can't control the sounds he's making and he feels too hot, his skin feels like it's on fire and the pleasure keeps building and building, leaving him a shuddering mess, writhing on the small massage bed, his cock twitching against his stomach.
"Tell me how it feels, mh?" Taehyung says, Jungkook swears he can hear the smirk in his voice.
"'s good, hyung, so good," Jungkook whimpers. "Want—please, want more."
"More? Do you want another finger?"
"Mmmh, I dunno." He seriously doesn't know, his head is a mess. All he knows is that he's starting to push his ass back in Taehyung's hand, actually fucking himself on the man's fingers and he can't even find the strength to feel embarrassed about it.
"Fuck, look at you." Taehyung's free hand is now on Jungkook's left cheek and he kneads at the flesh hard, stealing a whine from him as he spreads them even more apart. "So fucking pretty."
Jungkook is so not going to survive this.
And he doesn't even care. All he cares is having more of this, have this pleasure keep on going for so long that it leaves him breathless and sore, he wants to cum but he also wants this to never end.
It's almost feeling like too much, he's so sensitive and everything is so hot and wet, there's lube trickling down his inner thighs, he's making a mess and he loves it.
"Such a pretty boy, I'd take care of you like this every night," Taehyung murmurs. "Make you feel good all the time, make you moan and cry like this."
"Please? Please what?"
"Make me fuh-feel good. Like this, do it-do it more."
What is he even saying at this point?
Taehyung press the pads of his fingers against his prostate and presses down, Jungkook chokes on a sob and arches his back even more, bent in such an uncomfortable position but like this it feels so much better.
"Wanna cum," Jungkook whimpers. "Can I? Can I cum?"
"Fuck, Jungkook," Taehyung groans, the hand on his ass grabs the flesh harder. "You're asking for permission? Like a good boy?"
Hell, Jungkook wants to be good. He wants to be so good, he'd let Taehyung do anything to him at this point to have the man praise him more.
"Jungkook, I won't do it if you tell me no, but do you want me to touch your cock?"
Jungkook's breath hitches in his throat, his dick twitches and leaks more precum.
"Can I cum if—if you touch me?"
"You can, baby."
Oh, that sounds nice when Taehyung says it, it feels too nice.
"Please," Jungkook whines, he blinks away tears and tries to gather his thoughts even with the waves of pleasure that cloud it. "Please, touch me."
Taehyung's hand is still slick with that almond oil he used for the previous massage when he wraps it around Jungkook's cock. The man kneads at the head of his dick before he smears the precum along his length and starts stroking him, fist tight around it but in a slow rhythm whilst his fingers keep pressing against the bundle of nerves and rubbing it.
Jungkook cries out and he shudders violently, his toes curling and if it felt overwhelming before now it's downright melting his head. He can't control himself anymore, his body isn't listening to him. He's fucking himself into Taehyung's fist and his hips keep faltering, broken noises spilling from his lips.
"Shit, you're clenching so hard," Taehyung groans. "I bet you'd feel amazing around my cock."
"Oh god," Jungkook sobs.
"Would you like it, mh? Want me to fuck you?" Taehyung prods against his prostate, Jungkook can only cry out. "I'd fuck you so good, baby."
"Want you—want your cock," Jungkook slurs, his forehead pressed against the bed. "Hyung, wanna cum."
"Good boy, just let it go," Taehyung encourages him, his voice only adding to each feeling.
"'m gonna cum," Jungkook whimpers. "Hyung, gonna cum, it hurts . It's too much, 's too much."
"Cum for hyung."
It takes him just a few more seconds, his stomach clenches painfully, hole tightening around Taehyung's fingers as the man rubs his prostate and strokes fast his cock. Jungkook cums with a choked moan, spilling in Taehyung's fist and on the sheet.
It's the most intense orgasm Jungkook’s ever had. He cums so hard that he swears he must've blacked out for a second and Taehyung makes him ride it out, still circling his fingers around the bundle of nerves and slowly stroking his dick until Jungkook starts whimpering, feeling too sensitive.
"Hurts, it hurts, I—"
"Shht, I know, just relax." Taehyung lets go of his length and, carefully, he slowly pulls out his fingers and Jungkook whines in embarrassment at the feeling of his asshole clenching around nothing.
Jungkook's legs give out and he lays down on the bed, turning on his side and curling on himself, he's breathing hard and he feels his body still shuddering.
God, he never felt this sated before.
Taehyung seems to disappear for a moment, Jungkook has his eyes closed but he can hear him walk to a corner of the room. When he comes back Jungkook feels a warm damp towel gently rub the lube off his thighs and asscheeks.
"Thank you," Jungkook murmurs.
"You're very welcome." Taehyung's voice seems annoyingly amused. "Are you satisfied with the service?"
"Fuck, yeah," Jungkook replies, he's starting to feel really sleepy. "It was fucking amazing. You—you really have magic fingers."
Taehyung snorts as he finishes cleaning him up. "That's good to know."
"God bless you."
"I'm- 'm gonna regret speaking but 'm still gonna speak, that okay with you?"
"I think I wanna, you know, take you out for dinner or something."
Taehyung definitely snorted, Jungkook might be absolutely out of it but he definitely snorted.
"Maybe I wouldn't mind going out for dinner."
"'s gonna be cool, man, we can talk 'bout that time you massaged my prostate." Jungkook then snorts. "Prostate. Such an ugly name."
"It is ugly, isn't it?"
"Fucking ugly, dude."
"Mmh, you were moaning out hyung so prettily before, what's up with the dude now?"
"Oh, shush." Jungkook groans. "Okay. Okay, I'm back."
"Yep." Jungkook opens his eyes and gets up on his elbows, then slowly sits himself down, legs dangling from the massage bed.
Taehyung is looking at him with flushed cheeks and an amused smile, and he's so pretty that Jungkook actually wouldn't mind taking him out for dinner. Like, right now.
"I was very unprofessional with you, you know?" Taehyung's smile widens.
"Oh, so you don't tell all your clients that they're good boys?"
"No. I don't touch their dicks either."
Jungkook presses his lips together. "That's—should I feel flattered?"
Taehyung arches an eyebrow. "I don't know, are you feeling that way?"
"Then that's good."
Jungkook gets off the bed and quickly grabs his underwear and jeans. He's fine with this conversation but not so fine with having it completely naked.
As he pulls his pants up, Jungkook turns around and his eyes fall on a very obvious issue that he didn't think could actually happen.
"Do you also get hard with the other clients?"
Taehyung smirks, completely unashamed about the obvious tent in his jeans.
"No, Jungkookie. I don't."
Jungkook nods, his mouth dry. "Do you—do you want me to..."
"No." Taehyung pauses. "I mean, I do. Want you to help me out. I kind of just want you, let's be real."
Jungkook smiles. "But?"
"But that would really be unprofessional of me and I've already been a mess."
Jungkook licks his lips and Taehyung's eyes only get darker.
"I might wanna suck you off."
"I might wanna bust a nut, that doesn't mean I just will." Taehyung takes a deep breath. "Jungkookie, I know that it might not sound very believable coming from the guy who had his fingers in your ass, but I don't want you to suck me off after I just did my job. The job I'm being paid for."
"I'm not paying you though, this is a free session."
"Doesn't change the concept."
"Take me out for dinner first and then you can suck me off."
Jungkook blinks. "Wait, really? You'd actually have dinner with me."
Taehyung shrugs, a weirdly endearing smile stretches his lips. "You seem funny. And you're pretty. I like pretty people."
"Oh." Jungkook is not blushing. He isn't. "Are you—are you busy tonight?"
"No, I'm not, where are you taking me?"
"I have no idea."
"Good, I like surprises. Pick me at seven?"
"Yeah, sure. Dress casual, I'm broke so don't expect much."
"I'm fine with anything." Taehyung then nods towards the door. "Come on, let's get out of here."
Jungkook grabs the rest of his belongings, quickly shrugs on his t-shirt and jacket and then follows Taehyung out of the small room and into the living room.
"Well then," Taehyung says once they're in front of the entrance. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah," Jungkook smiles and Taehyung opens the door for him.
Jungkook stops right on the threshold, a very stupid idea crosses his mind. Taehyung frowns and tilts his head to the side, brown hair a bit too long, it falls messily over his eyes.
Jungkook looks at him for a second, takes in the still present flush of the skin and then, before he can truly consider what the hell he's doing, he leans forward and kisses Taehyung on the lips. It's not much, just a feather of touch, but it's enough for now. Jungkook pulls back and coughs in his fist awkwardly, ignoring the wide-eyes look Taehyung is giving him.
"I'll—yeah, I'll go. See you later. Okay, bye."
Taehyung snorts and nods. "Shit, you're too damn cute."
"Okay, that's my cue, I'm leaving." Jungkook turns around and basically runs down the first flight of stairs, his cheeks burning.
From upstairs, he hears Taehyung yelling after him. "Don't be late or I'll make you pay for the next session!"
Jungkook can only chuckle and shake his head.
Maybe this wasn't that bad of an idea—all things considered.
Jimin is still gonna get his ass kicked.