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Taehyung meant it as a joke.

He’d had a bad day, and at the end of it he saw an exquisite Gucci necklace that even selling his liver wouldn't enable him to buy. So he ranted on twitter, jokingly saying that he wanted a sugar daddy.

But now he's looking down at his messages and he can't fucking believe his eyes because Kim Seokjin has messaged him.

Kim Seokjin as in Kim fucking Seokjin, the owner of one of Korea's most successful fast-food chains. It's not an imposter either, it's a verified account. Seokjin who used his own face as the company's advertisement because he's gorgeous .  

And what's wrong with this man? Randomly messaging a nobody like Taehyung? Taehyung could be an asshole, he could share these messages online and cause the scandal of the century, exposing Kim Seokjin as someone who looks for these kinds of paid relationships, the gossip magazines will eat this shit up.

Taehyung blinks as his phone's screen dims then turns black. He presses the home button and enters his password to once again stare at the text that remained the same.

If you're serious about the sugar daddy thing, I'm looking for someone like you.


“You're still staring at that?”

Taehyung startles at Jimin's voice, and he looks up dazedly. “Emm. It's Kim Seokjin,” he says dumbly.

Jimin eyes him with something like pity. “I know, Taetae, you've said that ten thousand times.”

“But,” Taehyung protests. “It's Kim Seokjin.” He waits for Jimin to get it, but his friend just squints his eyes at him.

“For fuck's sake, Jimin. You don't remember? Two years ago in Yoongi's house, I got drunk and saw his picture in a magazine article―”

“And you said you're going to marry him!” Jimin finishes for him, finally showing some enthusiasm. He slaps a hand on his forehead. “That's him? Seriously? What is this universe doing? Is this fate?” Jimin cries dramatically. He rolls his eyes then pins Taehyung with a glare. “Don't be stupid, Taehyung. This shit doesn't happen in real life. No fucking way is Kim Seokjin messaging you, looking for a sugar baby . Like he couldn't get anyone he wants ever?”

“But, Jimi―”

“This account is hacked to all Hell. They'll use it to cause a scene. It's better you don't answer, you'll only feed into this shit.”

Taehyung lowers his face, his screen is once again black. He sighs. Jimin is right. There's no way Kim Seokjin would be looking for this kind of relationship, he could get sex for free anywhere. He probably has too many people falling over their asses for him, wishing he'd just offer them a glance.

And Taehyung isn't really serious about the sugar baby thing. He's not about his body for money. Although, he'd be willing to have Seokjin pinning him down to any surface any day of the week for free. So if he maybe can get something out of it...

Yeah. It's hacked. He should block it and move on.   

I'm serious.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He's gone and done it. Jimin will be mad. This will be on the tabloid. This will...

His phone buzzes and he nearly drops it. Flipping it over multiple times before he catches it properly and saves it from impending doom. He powers the screen and has a mini heart attack when he reads the answer.

Great. Call me xxx xxx xx.

He looks around and then pinches his cheek.

“Ouch!” He rubs at the smarting skin, eyes still glued to the number

He types the number and dials. It connects after one ring. Taehyung freaks out and closes it, stares at the screen for five minute before he can breathe again. No one calls him back.

It's a trick. He's a Catfishing project. It's so obvious.

Let it go, Taehyung. You're not that lucky.

He backs out of the conversation and throws the phone to the side.



He's eating lunch with Jimin in their little apartment two days later when his phone buzzes insistently in his pocket. He thinks it's Jeongguk, begging Taehyung to let him talk to Jimin again. Taehyung hates being stuck in the middle of their stupid fights, especially when he knows Jimin isn't really breaking up with Jeongguk. They're just so dumb sometimes, he swears to God.

He doesn't recognize the number.


Across the table, Jimin lifts a brow at his tone.

“Kim Taehyung?” A smooth voice asks on the other side.  

Taehyung pulls the phone away and looks at it again before he places it back near his ear. “Yes. Who is talking?”

“I'm Kim Seokjin,” the caller answers. Taehyung chokes. He coughs and sputters, entirely missing whatever the man is saying to him through the line. Jimin looks concerned now, mouth pressed in a thin line and he's sitting forward in his seat.

“I...Really?” Taehyung shrills. He isn't proud of how high and freaked he sounds, he should probably cut the call. Then something else catches up to him. “How did you get my number?”

“You called me,” Seokjin simply answers.

“But I said nothing!” Taehyung says, a mix of accusation and questioning.

“I sent my number to you and two seconds later I got the call, it's not hard to figure out.”

Taehyung mulls it over and decides it's logical enough. “You're only calling now?” Taehyung says, and he can't help but feel...offended, maybe. It's been two days, after all.

A soft chuckle reaches him, then. “I thought maybe you changed your mind when you cut the call but my assistant has brought to my attention that you might be worried about being tricked. So I decided to call you myself.”

“Right,” Taehyung replies, feeling at loss.

“It's fine if you've changed your mind, Taehyung-ssi.”

“No, no. I'm totally on board.”

Great, now he sounds desperate.

“Wonderful.Tell me your address and I'll send someone to pick you up so we can discuss the details.”

Once Taehyung gives his address, Seokjin says. “Be ready in two hours.” And disconnects the call, the order in the words has Taehyung's spine tingling. He stares at Jimin who's bouncing in his chair.

“What happened?”

“Kim Seokjin,” he says.

“Oh God, not that again.”

“No, Jimin. It was him on the phone. He's sending someone to pick me up.”

Jimin's jaw drops. His eyes widen so much it's comical. “Taehyung, what... You're going to be a sugar baby?”

Taehyung shrugs, picking up the bowl of soup and sipping from it.

Jimin scowls at him. “Taehyung, this isn't funny. Those sugar babies know what they're doing. What if he's insane, or has impossible kinks or like has a teeny-weeny dick?”

Taehyung jolts into laughter, spits out the soup, some of it burns the back of his throat from how hard he spit it out and he can feel some in his nose. He snorts through the mess, coughing and laughing, his eyes tearing up.

“There is no way in hell he has a small dick,” he says.

“Why? Because he was really big in your wet dreams?”

Taehyung's face heats up, and he ducks his head. “I'm...That's not…”

Jimin rolls his eyes, and he should really stop doing that before they get stuck in the back of his skull forever, or he develops a killer headache. “Taehyung, this is bigger than your endless thirst for the man. You're selling sex, and he'll expect you to deliver, so be careful and discuss all details. All details, okay? Don't let his hotness blind you into agreeing to shit you don't want to do.”

Taehyung licks his lips. “Chim, do you know me at all?”

Jimin shakes his head, then he gives Taehyung a bright grin. “You're right. If anything, your kinks might scare him off.”

Taehyung nods.

“He could still have a small penis. Why else would a man as rich and handsome as he is, need to hire someone for it? I'm telling you, Tae. He has a small dick. I heard about it, there’s an honest to God medical condition, called micro penis and their thing is so tiny it’s…”

Taehyung goes back to eating and tunes Jimin out.



The driver, along with two men show up at his apartment exactly two hours after Seokjin's call. All of them are dressed in black suits, and have ear pieces. One of them eyes Taehyung up and down then looks at his companions. The other two nod in agreement, one of them pulls the back seat door open for him. Taehyung almost doesn't want to go, feels like he's being led to a mafia place.

Could it be? Could Seokjin be the leader of a secret mafia? Perhaps he's involved in illegal activities and that's why he can't be in a relationship. Taehyung hesitates before he mentally shakes his stupid musing and gets into the car.

Instead of a house, they take him to a clothes shop. It's unlike anything Taehyung's ever been to. He hasn't seen this one before, and if he did, he wouldn't have dared enter it. It looks so fucking expense he feels like they will charge him for breathing inside it.

“He needs a suit,” one of the men who brought him here says. The clerk eyes him up and down, a bit of disdain on his face like he knows Taehyung can't afford their shop, like he can smell the poor on him.

“Add the bill to Kim Seokjin's tab.”

The clerk chokes, his eyes nearly bulging out then lighting up like someone told him Christmas is coming early this year. He claps his hands and smiles, and the look he's giving Taehyung now is different. Like a shark eyeing a piece of meat.

He supposes he's a good offering now, worthy of attention.

They fuss over him for thirty minutes, and when they're done, someone styles his hair for him. Someone in the shop because of course they offer that kind of service. Taehyung's eyes widen as he takes himself in the mirror. He looks like a different person altogether.

His black hair a bit parted over his forehead, arranged so it just covers his eyebrows, but not long enough to fall in his eyes. The earrings they gave him hang over his shoulders, glinting in the light. And the suit.

It's so well fitted, he never knew his waist could look so small. The all-black is a good idea, he decides. He smiles and nods at his reflection.

“Anything else, Taehyung-ssi?” The clerk asks him. At a loss, Taehyung turns to the men who brought them, and they answer with a No so Taehyung smiles and waves at the clerk.



Taehyung's hands are sweating. His knees almost knock together, and his stomach is doing sit ups or some extreme sports shit in his abdomen.

He's seated in a fancy restaurant. A table near a ceiling-to-floor window that has a panoramic view of Seoul. The lights below glitter like they're making up for lost stars and Taehyung wishes his stomach would settle so he can fully admire it.

The place is lit with soft yellows and pinks. The illusion of candles mixes with the serenade of live violins and pianos. It smells like roses, the tables are far away from each other, Taehyung can't hear but a slight buzz of the ongoing conversations. It's intimate and private, and Taehyung has been sitting here alone for twenty minutes, sweating through the very expensive suit he has on.

Seokjin walks in and a hush falls over the place. Every eye turns to look at him and Taehyung is no different. The man is beyond words, perfect from head to toe and working hard to show it in a well fitted, all black suit that's similar to Taehyung's but somehow looks ten times better on him, natural brown hair slicked to the side in forties style. Seokjin looks like he stepped out of a movie set.

He nods his head at the waiter, who runs to pull his chair for him and bows before he moves back. Seokjin graces him with a glance and a soft smile before he settles in the chair in front of Taehyung. He's oozing control and sex appeal and Taehyung's heart is in his throat.

Fleetingly, Jimin's words about not letting Seokjin's hotness blinds him pass through his mind, but it's an afterthought, a whirl of smoke behind the breathlessness of sitting in the presence of someone so fine and elegant.

“Hello, Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung gulps. “Hi…”

Seokjin smiles. “Let's order, huh? I'm starving.”

Taehyung nods.

The meal goes on with silence stretched over it like a blanket and Taehyung grows tenser with every bite. He steals glances of Seokjin, who's sitting so straight in his chair Taehyung feels his back doing the same, his movements are calculated. Like one of those princes Taehyung sees on TV sometimes. Seokjin catches him staring and smiles but says nothing and Taehyung squirms.

Fuck Jimin's warning, he'd let this man stab him. He's gonna take that knife, say thank you then ask for another one.

“So,” Seokjin starts, clearing his throat. “How much do you want as an allowance?”

Taehyung blinks. “Em,” he says, oh so eloquently. “However much you're willing to give me.”

Seokjin nods. “Would three million won be good?”

It's a bad time to be sipping on his water. Taehyung chokes, coughs a bit and finding nothing else to say he simply gawks at Seokjin.

“Is that not enough?” Seokjin asks, and he isn't sarcastic, he's being fucking serious. “How about five?”

Taehyung bobbles his head. Seokjin smiles, reaches into his jacket's inside pocket and pulls out a checkbook. He writes one down with decisive swiftly lines, signs it and hands it over like it's the easiest thing in the world. Taehyung isn't so shallow, he's dated men who were poor, he himself is one but there's something so hot, so unbelievably sexy about the way Seokjin can that. Taehyung squirms in his seat, waiting for Seokjin to tell him what he'll be doing but Seokjin merely offers another smile before he focuses on his food again.

And so their first meeting goes, leaving Taehyung confused and very, very horny.

Because Taehyung knows it'll end badly, he decides to not tell Jimin anything about the encounter. No one ever got hurt from keeping their mouth shut.

That resolve crumbles five days later, after Taehyung had gone to dinner with Seokjin two times, and got the Chanel necklace he wanted and still, nothing. Seokjin doesn't even talk about it beyond asking Taehyung if there's something he lacks or needs.

“I don't get it, Chim,” Taehyung says. “At first, I thought maybe he's lonely and he wants company, but...he's not even talking to me.”

Jimin's glaring at his phone. “Can you believe Jeongguk? He still didn't make up with me!”

Taehyung sighs. “Maybe because you blocked his number and have been hiding since you fought?”

“But he hasn't tried to find me!” Jimin wails, and even though he's sitting he stomps his foot for good measure.

“Because you pretended you're not here when he came around?” Taehyung says as a question.

“Wait, you mean he actually bought that?”

Taehyung shrugs. “You were hiding in the guest room with all your stuff, he came in, asked about you and because, and I can't stress this enough, you told me to tell him I had no idea about your whereabouts, I did.”

“And he believed you?” Jimin is offended now. Taehyung crosses his arms.

“Why wouldn't he? I never lie to him.”

“Well, obviously you do!”

“Are you going to pretend this is my fault now?”

Jimin pouts. “No, but. I'm frustrated.”

Taehyung hates rolling his eyes on principle. Jimin does that enough for both of them but the situation calls for it severely so he does, adding dramatics to the simple gesture to convey how done he is with his friend's stupidity.

This all started because Jimin can’t stick to a choice, one day he’s all excited about moving in with Jeongguk and the next he’s back here in what should be a guest room now. He still pays the rent with Taehyung even when he barely sleeps in the apartment anymore. Taehyung appreciates it because he can’t really afford the place alone but he can see how that is bothering Jeongguk. The problem has come up enough times for him to know that he shouldn’t talk about it or else Jimin would be mad at him too.

Jimin rants on for no less than an hour, and Taehyung's answers go unnoticed or interrupted so he just sits there and lets Jimin do what he wants. He pulls out his phone and surfs the internet, checks Instagram stories and remembers that he doesn't follow Seokjin there. He finds the name easily enough, hits the follow and busies himself with looking at the numerous, extremely hot pictures Seokjin has uploaded.

Somehow he ends up reading memes and stifling his giggles, and that's finally when Jimin catches up to the fact that he's been talking to himself the past however minutes.

“That better not be the damn Kangaroo you're ignoring me for again!” Jimin snaps. Taehyung clicks his tongue.

“First of all, his name is Roger and don't bad mouth him, he passed away. Second, I don't get why you don't like him, he looks exactly like your boyfriend.” To prove his point, Taehyung turns his phone -which indeed has a picture of Roger The Kangaroo on the screen, in all his muscled glory- to Jimin. Jimin glares at him, not even glancing at the phone and Taehyung deflates.

“I'll call him and tell him you're here,” he says. Jimin lights up and he jumps out of his chair and onto Taehyung's lap, raining kisses on his face as Taehyung laughs and tries to push him away.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Taehyung smiles.

He forgets that he too had something to complain about.



Two weeks into his sugar baby arrangement, Taehyung is once again due to have dinner with Seokjin. He spent half of the money Seokjin gave him on clothes, and he's always had a love for fashion so he genuinely enjoys the places they go to. They give him a good reason to dress up and saunter around and try new styles. Seokjin is great company, even though he doesn't talk much. He listens and offers small bits of trivia and he pays for dinner and leaves after calling Taehyung a cab.

Taehyung likes their evenings together but he's growing frustrated and the fact that he's not getting the action he signed up for is only half of it. It's not knowing what he's there for that's driving him up the wall, the cluelessness making the situation so far out of his control.

He wouldn't be opposed to losing control under different circumstances but even then, he'd like to know in advance, dammit.

So tonight, he plans to push the subject. He puts on the most revealing outfit he can get away with. A white, fitted shirt that has flashes of lace over his waist, emphasizing the curve of it and teasing skin. He couples it with tight baby pink slacks, and black shoes. He styles his black hair into big, messy waves. He wears blue contacts and subtle make up then twirls in front of the mirror, making sure his ass looks good in these pants.

Once he's ready, he stashes a few condoms and a small packet of lube into his wallet and sits down to wait for the driver.

Jimin is of course still sulking on the couch where Taehyung left him. He's starting to get a bit concerned about this fight, it's the longest Jimin and Jeongguk have gone without talking.

“We'll talk when I'm back,” he says. Jimin grunts but otherwise remains as he is. Taehyung's thinking about canceling his dinner when his phone rings and he knows the driver is there. He sighs and goes to Jimin, sits down beside him and gives him a one armed hug. Jimin mock shoves him and pretends to gag, Taehyung slaps his shoulder before he gets up and heads to the door.

He glances at Jimin, sees that he's crawling to get the remote. A good sign. Taehyung leaves.



Taehyung is growing used to the fancy places Seokjin takes him to, he's been out with Seokjin a total of five times and all of them were for restaurants that Taehyung never considered the existence of. Now he only spares a glance to the dangling chandelier and nods at the waiter who rushes to guide him to the table.

The extravagance has started to lose its dazzle but Seokjin is still blinding with his glamour. Taehyung swears he's getting more beautiful every time he sees him, his shine makes Taehyung understand why moths are light-dumb. He feels the same way, wants to walk to Seokjin until they slam into each other, until Seokjin's flame burns him whole.

Seokjin stands up when he sees him, a soft smile on his lips that makes Taehyung's stomach flutter. He's sure if the waiter isn't running to get Taehyung's chair, Seokjin would. The thought has him entrapped, he wants them to be alone, wants to experience Seokjin behind a door with only the two of them inside. How will he act then, Taehyung wonders.

Seokjin is wearing a navy suit with a pristine shirt, he's left the two first buttons open, offering Taehyung a tantalizing glimpse at his skin.

“You look beautiful,” Seokjin says.

Taehyung smiles. “You're not so bad yourself.”

Seokjin's ears redden, Taehyung knows it happens a lot. When he stares or compliments Seokjin, when he flirts with him. It's endearing beyond belief and a wonderful tell.

As it goes, Seokjin lets him skim the menu before they order, Taehyung always asks Seokjin to order for him and he always likes what he gets but Seokjin gives him the menu every time.

“Do you need anything?” Seokjin asks.

Taehyung lowers his lashes. “No,” he says sweetly. “My daddy is very generous.”

Seokjin chokes, the red in his ears spreads to his entire face. Taehyung smiles, places a cheek in his palm and leans a little bit forward. “And what does daddy want in return?”

Seokjin waves with both hands frantically. “Don't call me that, please. And I'm very comfortable, thank you.”

Taehyung sputters. “Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?” He reaches out, slides his forefinger over Seokjin's knuckles in circles. Seokjin's eyes drop to the motion then he covers Taehyung's hand with his other one, trapping it between his own and squeezing.

“Thank you, Taehyung. I have everything I need.”

Taehyung frowns down at their hands and Seokjin misunderstands and retrieves his. It leaves a bad taste in Taehyung's mouth. After all, this night was supposed to be the night where he gets laid. Seokjin's cool response however, makes him rethink.

Seokjin wanted a sugar baby, there must be a reason for it and yet he's doing nothing but spending money on Taehyung, he's not even using him as arm candy in events. Just once in a while meeting and handing him checks. He's starting to feel bad about how much money he's getting, and genuinely wants to do something for Seokjin. Not necessarily sex, although he'd love nothing more, but something .

Seokjin waves at him when he leaves and Taehyung crosses his arms and pouts. He pouts his way out of the restaurant and continues to pout during the drive back, he's still pouting when Jimin opens the door and raises two eyebrows at him.

“Why can't he flirt?” Taehyung says, stomping his way inside.

“Flirt?” Jimin asks. Taehyung huffs and stomps harder, throws himself on the couch and sinks down, folding his arms on his chest and glaring at the TV.

“Yes, flirt. Why is he not fucking flirting back? As a matter of fact, why isn't he asking for anything ever?”

Jimin turns off the TV and settles beside him, legs crossed on the couch and facing Taehyung. “You mean to tell me you two haven't―”

“No!” Taehyung flails. “He doesn't do anything! I signed up for good fucking, Jimin and he's not fucking me.”

“Emm,” Jimin starts. “Maybe he hired you for something else?”

“Like what? Having dates? Because it seems like the only thing he wants to do and he won't even touch me!”

“Okay okay, calm down. How about you ask him right out?” Jimin suggests hopefully. “I'm sure he's just worried because he's too kinky. He looks the type.”

“I did ask him,” Taehyung mumbles, his bottom lip jutting out more. “He said, and I'm quoting here, 'I have everything I need, thank you' Like what the fuck is that?”

Jimin laughs. Taehyung narrows his eyes and points.

“Don't make fun of my suffering.”

“I'm just thinking,” Jimin smirks and Taehyung already knows what he'll say.

“If you mention the te―”

―He has a teeny-weeny!” Then the bastard bursts into laughter like it's the best thing he's ever thought of and Taehyung lunges. Jimin squeals but he can't get away soon enough and Taehyung pins him down to the cushions.

“You think this is funny? I'll show you funny!” And he tickles Jimin's ribs. Jimin yells and squirms, his laughter going high and breathless.

“I'm sorry! He has a big dick!”

Taehyung smacks him on his stomach and Jimin just wheezes harder.

“It doesn't matter anyway,” Jimin goes on after he can breathe properly. “If he knows how to use it, he knows how to use it.” He wiggles his brows and Taehyung is about to smile when Jimin's eyes widen and he just knows Jimin has another terrific theory.

“What if he can't get it up!” he dissolves into another fit of giggles. Taehyung gets up and walks away and even after he closes his door he hears Jimin's cheerful: “Your sugar daddy has an erectile dysfunction!”

He slumps down on the bed, pulls the pillow over his head and tries his best to not think about it.

It doesn't take long for him to realize that's not going to happen, and he needs to fucking get this out of the way or he'll never sleep again. A glance at the clock tells him it's still early enough to call and he aggressively digs into his pocket for the phone and springs up. Pillow in his lap with both elbows on it, he takes a long breath and calls Seokjin for the first time.

It rings twice before it connects.

“Hello, Taehyung.”

Taehyung clears his throat. “We need to talk,” he says. Grimaces at the overly serious tone.

“About?” Seokjin says, sounding confused. Taehyung bites his lip, hypes himself up.

“Can we do this face to face?” He settles on. It's not like he can't just say it on the phone, and it might actually be easier that way but just in case this is something he can't work with and they have to...go their separate ways.

He wants to see Seokjin again.

“I'll send the driver.”

Taehyung wants to protest the time but it's Friday and he has nothing planned for tomorrow. More importantly, he fucking asked for it.

“I'm still dressed,” he says.

Seokjin laughs. “Good, I liked what you wore tonight.”

The line disconnects before Taehyung can answer and he's left with a racing heart and a hot skin.

So Seokjin does know how to flirt.

He grins. Perhaps it won't be so bad.



“Fuck fuck, shit. Fuck. Fuck .”

The driver glances at him through the rear mirror and Taehyung lets out a pathetic whine. They're parked inside of Seokjin's building, and Taehyung can't seem to calm down his nerves.

Calmly the driver gets out and rounds the car, opens the door for Taehyung. Taehyung bounces his leg, considers how bad it'd be if he backs out and asks the driver to take him back. The driver isn't pressuring him, he doesn't even look impatient, simply standing there holding the door open like he's ready to do it forever.

But Taehyung's call sealed his fate and he's already here. Might as well get it over with.

He tries to assemble the words in his head, to form a question that wouldn't sound too invasive or rude or demanding. He already got more than he thought he would. He's attracted to Seokjin, but Seokjin doesn't owe him the same sentiment and Taehyung attempts to make peace with the possibility that Seokjin is simply not attracted to him.

But then why did he contact Taehyung? Did he have a different personality in mind and Taehyung broke his fantasy? Is he really that kinky or are Jimin's outrageous thoughts true? And if they were, wouldn't it be safer not to make these kinds of deals? Why would a man with erectile dysfunction want a sugar baby?

Finally, the elevator dings and breaks him out of the chaotic mess in his brain. He takes a breath and resolves not to think about it any longer. He'll just ask and he'll deal with whatever comes when he knows what the problem is.

He knocks once and Seokjin opens the door. He too is still wearing the same clothes, but he lost the jacket and the shoes and socks, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and he's opened another button. His hair isn't as put together as it was, a little disheveled.

He's never looked hotter and Taehyung stomach never had so much fucking butterflies in it.

“Hey,” Seokjin greets, stepping out of the way. Taehyung gets inside and takes off his shoes and socks. His heart beats its way up to his throat and thumps there and Taehyung can barely breathe past it.

“So,” Seokjin says, walking in front of Taehyung. His penthouse is gorgeous. Decorated in muted browns and with little furniture. One wall is all windows, his living room is perhaps twice the size of Taehyung's entire place and it naturally branches into the kitchen and two other rooms.

“You want to sit here or on the balcony?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung turns to look at him and nods. Seokjin laughs. “Which one is it?”

“Here is fine.”

They settle in front of each other, Seokjin on the couch and Taehyung on a chair of similar design across the elegant coffee table. He shouldn't have agreed to a meeting here, he feels out of place.

Seokjin simply motions with his hand, as if they were talking already and he's encouraging Taehyung to go on. Taehyung is tongue-tied and he doesn't know where to start from.

“I just...Seokjin-ssi, I'm sorry for intruding.”

“Why are you being so formal?” Seokjin says, his eyebrows furrowing. Taehyung grabs his thigh in hopes it'll stop his leg from jittering.

“I...why did you...hire? I'll just say hire. Why did you hire me?” He stutters.

Seokjin frowns at him. “Why would anyone want a sugar baby?”

“Exactly!” Taehyung exclaims then slaps a hand over his mouth when it echoes. “Sorry.”

“No, it's okay. Go on, please.”

“I mean, people usually hire sugar babies for sex, right?”

Seokjin nods.

“But you...You don't really seem like you want me.”

“That's not true!” Seokjin says. “I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on your profile picture and the time we've spent together only made me want you more.”

“But you don't...You know, flirt or make any kind of moves. Hell, you don't need to make a move, we're both expecting it to happen. So I just. I'm confused.”

Seokjin sighs, rubs his face with both hands and keeps them there. Taehyung is staring at him intently, and he blinks as Seokjin's ears turn pink then glow until they're effulgent red.

“I'm sorry,” Seokjin says. Taehyung shakes his head.

“I'm not trying to demand or pressure. If you don't want to tell me or if you don't want me at all, it's okay.”

“That's not it!” Seokjin huffs. “It's just that I'm...I…”


Seokjin makes a small embarrassed noise. “I'm...Well, I've never,” he motions with his hand. “Done anything.”

“You're a virgin?” Taehyung squeaks, so mortifyingly high-pitched he probably went ultrasonic.

Seokjin nods fast. Taehyung sighs. “You had me worried,” he says then smiles. “That's okay, hyung.”

“It's not,” Seokjin mutters.

“Trust me, if you knew the other theories…” he trails off and laughs. Seokjin looks like he really doesn't want to know.

“So basically, I haven't gotten anywhere past kissing before and I thought doing it with a....professional is easier, since you're a sugar baby, I thought you have some experience and you wouldn’t mind...experimenting.”

Taehyung blushes. “Em,” he doesn't know how he'll tell Seokjin but he supposes since Seokjin is being honest he has to return the courtesy. “I'm sorry, but this is my first sugar baby gig...I mean, I wasn't even serious but I know. You're hot.”

“Oh God,” Seokjin wails, buries his face in his hands and whines. “You wanted the sex.”

“Eh, yeah. Is that bad?” Taehyung is really out of the loop now.

“Yes!” Seokjin hisses. “It is! People tend to be very generous when imagining my conquests, you probably thought I was a kinky sex god or something and now I'll just disappoint you! It’s why I never said anything. The more time we spent together the more build up there is and I just...I’ll definitely disappoint you.”

“Hey no!” Taehyung did think that Seokjin is kinky sex god but. “I don't form pre-impressions. I did think you'd be kinky, and you might actually be, we don't know yet but there's no way you'd disappoint me, hyung.”

“Why not?”

Taehyung clicks his tongue. “Would you move your hands and look at me, please?”

Slowly, Seokjin does. It stabs at Taehyung's heart how miserable he looks. Taehyung coos. He places his palms on the coffee table then climbs up, crawls over it and onto Seokjin's lap.

Seokjin's eyes widen, but his hands are already gripping Taehyung's thighs. Taehyung cups his cheeks and smiles at him.

“Because,” he whispers. “I'll teach you.”

He leans down and touches their lips together, meaning for it to be a chaste contact. Seokjin groans, one hand flying up to Taehyung's hair and fisting in it, tugging Taehyung's head to the side and opening his mouth. Taehyung moans, follows suit and Seokjin doesn't hesitate, licks into him like he owns him, kisses him so hard and deep he leaves him breathless.

“Wow,” Taehyung says. Seokjin smiles at him.

“I've gotten sufficient practice in this,” he says smugly. Taehyung laughs.

“Let's get you some practice in other things as well, shall we?”

Seokjin nods frantically, kisses him again. His hands roaming Taehyung's back, kneading his ass and then his thighs, hurried and greedy like he can't decide where to touch first and what he wants to do. Seokjin bucks up, already hard and Taehyung cuts the kiss and throws his head back, grinds down on Seokjin.

“Fuck,” Seokjin says, winded. Taehyung unbuttons his shirt with shaking hands, attaches his lips to whatever skin he exposes. He can't believe it's finally happening and he's getting more aroused by the second. Somehow, the idea that he's the first one who gets to do this with Seokjin goes to his head, makes him dizzy and stupid.

“Off!” he whines, struggling to push Seokjin's shirt off of his shoulders. Seokjin leans closer to him, and finally the shirt falls and bunches up between him and the back of the couch. Taehyung strips out of his shirt and Seokjin unbuckles his belt for him. The metal of it clicks like a statement on the floor where Seokjin throws it carelessly and the sound makes Taehyung hard beyond reason. He's not gotten this hard so fast since he was fifteen and a breeze made him achy.

He stands on his knees, wiggles his slacks down. Seokjin isn't helping, too busy sliding his hands on Taehyung's back, squeezing his waist then caressing his abdomen in a smooth up and down motion that makes Taehyung shiver. When one of his legs is free, he deems it good enough and he reaches for Seokjin's fly.

Seokjin surges up, kisses him filthy and wet and Taehyung can barely make his hands work. Seokjin is still groping, exploring. His movements clumsy and hungry, so raw and real Taehyung can't help the flip in his gut, the want gushing lava hot in his vessels.

Seokjin has set him aflame and all he can do is burn. He makes a sound of triumph into the kiss when finally, Seokjin's belt is dealt with and his zipper is down. Taehyung doesn't waste time reaching inside his underwear. A lewd moan breaks its way out of him when he grabs Seokjin's dick, hot and hard and -dear lord- big .

“Hyung,” he gasps, Seokjin eats it right out from his mouth, feeds him grunts and desperate lust and Taehyung's hazy brain recalls the lube and condoms he stashed in his wallet. He retrieves them both, takes Seokjin's hand in his and places the lube in it as he tries to open the condom.

“I haven't,” Seokjin says. “Do we need this?” he gestures at the condom with his chin and Taehyung's intestines twist with want, heat pooling in his belly. He hasn't gone bare ever and there's no better chance to try it.

He throws the condom over his shoulder as an answer and dives in to kiss Seokjin. Seokjin's kisses are devastating, so intense and deep, like he's searching for something, like he's trying to take a bite of Taehyung's soul.

“What do I do?” Seokjin smears the question over his lips, nips at them like he's punctuating it. Taehyung's too distracted by the candid kiss to do anything but quake. “Taehyung,” Seokjin calls, voice scratchy and broken.

“Keep kissing me,” Taehyung begs. Seokjin makes a frustrated sound but he complies, cupping Taehyung's cheeks and drawing him into another bone-melting kiss. Taehyung feels dumb with it, drunk on it and he can't seem to focus on anything beyond the slide of their tender lips together. Seokjin sucks at his tongue, a little too hard, bites down on it and Taehyung hisses.

“Sorry,” Seokjin whispers, pecks the edge of his jaw. Taehyung blinks like he woke up from a haze.



Taehyung looks down between them, air leaves him at the sight of their dicks aligned so close, both hard and flushed and dripping. He wants to climb down and suck Seokjin off so bad his mouth waters but the way Seokjin's gripping at him tells him that'll have to wait.

“Do you want to fuck me?” He asks.

“Please,” Seokjin groans, his fingers bruising on Taehyung's right hip, his other hand still holding the lube packet. Taehyung takes it from him and tears at it, smearing the lube on his hand and Seokjin's. He locks his eyes with Seokjin's and reaches behind himself, biting his bottom lip as he breaches himself with one finger.

“We need to open me up,” he says. Seokjin pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly, he's staring at Taehyung with wide eyes and blown pupils, nothing but a ring of his irises remains. Seokjin's hand follows his and he keeps his eyes on Taehyung when he nudges Taehyung's hole with his index. Taehyung's mouth falls open, Seokjin slides his finger in, right along Taehyung's.

They're not moving in sync, Seokjin fucks in when Taehyung pulls his finger out and the contrast of the movement has Taehyung insane with want. Seokjin is looking up at him like he's the answer to all of the universe's questions, like he's a starry sky or a storming ocean.

“Hyung,” Taehyung moans. “More.”

Seokjin nods, lines up another finger with both their own and fucks in. Taehyung yelps with the stretch and Seokjin startles, tries to take his fingers out but Taehyung clenches down on them and whines. He removes his finger, feeling more loose and slick around only two of Seokjin's but it feels so much better with just Seokjin's touch on his insides. Seokjin doesn't need to be promoted, he takes his fingers out and enters Taehyung with three. Slower this time, gazing at Taehyung's face as he fucks him carefully.

Taehyung slicks Seokjin's dick with the leftover lube on his hand then lifts up, grits his teeth when Seokjin's fingers slip out.

“Hold your dick in place for me,” he says. Seokjin thuds his head on the back of the couch and lets out a breath. He wraps his fingers around his hard shaft and Taehyung moves his hips, sinks onto Seokjin's dick in one smooth slide.

Seokjin's shaking head to toe, hips bucking up in jerky jolts like he's not the one commanding their movement. Taehyung grunts and Seokjin seems to be at the end of his patience. He holds Taehyung's hips with both hands and thrusts up to the hilt, driving all the air out of Taehyung. He's suddenly so full and stretched open he doesn't know what to do with it. Can do nothing but grasp at Seokjin's shoulders and let out small, hurt noises.

“I'm sorry, sorry. Was that too fast? I couldn't―”

Taehyung slams their mouths together, clamps his thighs on either side of Seokjin and presses down with his palms to still Seokjin. Seokjin clutches him close, molds their chests together and licks along Taehyung's teeth, breathes into him and gnaws at his lips. Taehyung clings to his neck, presses closer and gasps when Seokjin jerks up again. He seems like he can't believe what's happening to him, like his body is moving on its own and Taehyung remembers that, remembers his first time sticking his dick into something and not knowing how not to move.

Seokjin is too big for this, but luckily for him, Taehyung likes a little pain with his pleasure. He knocks their foreheads together and lifts himself up with his thighs, Seokjin makes a strangled sound and Taehyung grins at him, sinks back down. They both moan and shiver and Taehyung repeats the same motion again, slow and good, angling himself down in different ways.

“Ah fuck!” He groans. Seokjin's grip tightens on him.

“You alright?” he rasps. Taehyung's answer is to fuck down, yelping as Seokjin's dick rams into his spot again. Seokjin huffs, wiggles his hips a little like he's experimenting then he thrusts up, nearly sending Taehyung flying. Taehyung yells, clenches on Seokjin and lifts up again and this time, Seokjin is moving with him. He's uncoordinated, his thrusts are hard and unrestrained, clumsy rolls of hips. Too eager. Taehyung tries to control the pace but Seokjin is too gone on the pleasure, fucking up like he can't stop.

There's something sweet and satisfying about it, Taehyung feels good. He feels powerful and irresistible. He slackens himself and lets Seokjin do what he wants, his stomach coiling at the delicious thought that he's just being used regardless of how it feels to him. Jimin was right, his kinks can scare Seokjin off.

A particularly well aimed thrust has him thrashing. “Like this,” he moans. “Keep going like this, hyung.”

Seokjin tries, hits the same spots every two times. He's quaking under Taehyung, looking delirious with it. The sounds he makes are more animal than human and somehow he keeps going faster and harder. Taehyung jerks and moans with every strong shove, whining when Seokjin's rhythm falters.

“Fuck, Taehyung. I can't hold on any longer,” Seokjin gasps. He buries himself deep in Taehyung's body and bites his shoulder, his muscles locking and unlocking and Taehyung can feel the heat flooding him. Seokjin holds him close, too tight Taehyung can barely breathe and he makes a disappointed sound when Seokjin's dick softens and slips out of him.

“Sorry,” Seokjin wheezes next to his ear. Before Taehyung can do anything, Seokjin flips them over so Taehyung is lying on the cushions, Seokjin hovering above him. He strips Taehyung's slacks all the way off and takes both of Taehyung's ankles in his hands, guides one of his feet to the back of the couch  and the other on the edge of the seat, spreading Taehyung's legs as open as the space allows. He's staring down at Taehyung's hard dick with wide eyes and apparent fascination and Taehyung's heart picks up the beats.

Seokjin lets go of his ankles, reaches for Taehyung's dick and wraps his fingers around it. With his free hand, he traces the mess of come leaking out of Taehyung, smearing them on the inside of his thighs then pushing them in with two fingers. Taehyung gurgles, jolts. Seokjin thrusts his fingers in, moves his hand on Taehyung's dick. He's not looking anywhere but his hands, and the analogy is so wrong but to Taehyung, he appears like a child discovering his favourite toy. He glances up at Taehyung's face and the image shatters. There's a hunger in Seokjin's features, too lewd to be anything but a man searching for pleasure and Taehyung's breath sticks in his lungs and chokes him.

“Good?” Seokjin asks, and it sounds both like a genuine question and a taunt. Taehyung's stomach knots and he nods at Seokjin. Seokjin starts moving his hands in earnest. Jerking Taehyung off and fucking him with his fingers. He's still uncoordinated, but the way he's so focused on what he's doing makes Taehyung hot all over. Seokjin's gazing at his hands, at what he's doing, watching Taehyung jolt and moan like he can't believe he's causing it. And that more than anything else is what makes Taehyung's thighs shake, what makes his gut tighten. He yells as pleasure rushes through him and explodes, ribbons of white falling over his chest and Seokjin's hand.

Seokjin doesn't stop, his hand milking Taehyung's dick as he finger fucks him.

“Hyung, hyung. Stop.” He reaches down and pushes at Seokjin's hand weakly. Seokjin complies, pulls his fingers out of Taehyung and lets go of his flaccid dick.

He's staring at Taehyung's come covering his hand and Taehyung feels his insides dropping with gravity as Seokjin brings his hand to his mouth and licks at Taehyung's release. He hums like he's sampling a new meal, his face contracting in something akin to confusion then he sucks two of his fingers into his mouth.

Taehyung whimpers.

Seokjin looks at him and blushes. He opens his mouth and his fingers slip out and he gives Taehyung a sheepish smile.

“It tastes salty and a little bitter,” he offers. Taehyung blinks up at him then laughs.

“You are unbelievable,” he shakes his head. He sits up and groans at the pain in his ass. Seokjin backs up a little, his arms reaching out but not touching, like he's ready to catch Taehyung if anything happens.

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung nods, lowers his feet to the floor. Seokjin turns and sits beside him.

“Em...How did I do?” Seokjin says.

Taehyung considers it. Not the best he ever had but better than at least half of them. Seokjin is clumsy, his inexperience clear but he paid attention to Taehyung too, didn't stop until both of them reached completion.

“Good,” Taehyung says.”You're good. A little clumsy and overly eager but that'll be fixed with practice.”

“Practice?” Seokjin stutters. Taehyung laughs, throws a leg over Seokjin's and straddles him again.

“Yes, practice. Isn't that what you wanted me for?” Taehyung smiles sweetly and bats his lashes and Seokjin hits the back of his head on the couch and groans like he's in pain. Taehyung's laugh turns into a yelp as Seokjin hugs him and stands up. He still has his dick dangling out of his open fly but it doesn't deter him one bit. He grips both Taehyung's ass cheeks and walks them to his bedroom. Lowers Taehyung on the bed then gets rid of his pants and climbs over Taehyung.

Taehyung spreads his legs so Seokjin can settle between them and smiles up at him. The hunger he saw in Seokjin's eyes reappears and Taehyung feels an imperious urge to respond to him. He cups Seokjin's face and guides him down into an open-mouthed kiss and Seokjin clutches at his hair and takes over, kisses him with a taste of fire and a ruinous want that has Taehyung trembling under him.

No one wanted Taehyung like this before and he's so drunk on it he can do nothing but throw a leg on Seokjin's hip and invite him closer. Seokjin is hardening again, his hand an iron clamp on Taehyung's waist. He shoves his hips blindly, his dick sliding between Taehyung's cheeks, head of it catching on Taehyung's rim in a delicious tease. Seokjin whines like he can't bear it and Taehyung breaks the kiss.

“Lube?” he asks. Seokjin grunts, reaches to the side and retrieves a bottle. It's brand new, full and ready and Taehyung grins at the idea that they'll work their way through it. Seokjin smears his dick with a generous amount, hurried and enthusiastic.Taehyung pulls his other leg close to his chest, opens himself up so it's easier for Seokjin to line up and thrust in.

They gasp at the feeling and Taehyung thinks it's better than the first time because he likes this more. He likes being fucked on his back, with his legs spread helplessly and his partner pressing him down with their weight.

Seokjin locks their eyes together as he moves his hips back until only the tip is inside then thrusts back in. Taehyung moans, hands grasping at the rounds of Seokjin's shoulders. Seokjin thrusts again, still staring at Taehyung's face.

“Okay?” he asks.

Taehyung nods. “I like to be held down,” he says. Seokjin's eyes dart between his, a glint shining in them. He grips Taehyung's wrists and pins them down on either side of his head and Taehyung moans. Seokjin tightens his hold, Taehyung can feel the tips of his fingers going numb. He bucks his hips down and Seokjin gets it, starts fucking. He's too forceful, thrusting without finesse like he's chasing something down, like he's trying to fit more of himself into Taehyung.

Taehyung throws his head back, toes curling at the pleasure and Seokjin leans down, bites over his pulse, follows it with fervent kisses.

“Seokjin,” Taehyung moans. “Just. Fuck,” it's too much like this, this edge of greedy and selfish Seokjin is displaying and yet Taehyung likes it. “Angle your hips, hyung. Like you're going up, a little...Ah! Yes, yes like this.”

Seokjin drives harder, pants into Taehyung's neck. “Taehyung,” he moans. “You feel so good. How is it so good?”

Taehyung would laugh but he's too full of cock he can't do anything but writhe and whine. Breathless and weak, his wrists are bruising for sure and he'll definitely limp tomorrow. Seokjin will have to learn how to change his pace, not just ram into Taehyung without pause.

“Hyung,” he moans. Seokjin keeps one position, which is also something they'll have to talk about but for now, it's good. It's better than Taehyung thought their second time would be, even though he didn't think it'd happen so soon. Seokjin grunts, licks a wet strip to Taehyung's ear and bites at the lobe, whispers in Taehyung's ear.

“Are you feeling good?”

Taehyung nods frantically. “Touch me.”

Seokjin hums. He doesn't let go though. He pulls back and places Taehyung's wrists over each other, holds them down with one hand and uses the other to jerk Taehyung off. He's so committed to holding Taehyung down, so intent on making it good for both of them Taehyung can't help the squeeze in his heart.

“Kiss me,” he says and once again Seokjin doesn't hesitate to follow through. He touches their lips together, kisses Taehyung long and hard. Heat pools in Taehyung's belly, his body jolting and seizing up. He comes hard and Seokjin curses and stops moving, coming along.

He falls on Taehyung, knocking out all of his air. Taehyung is too fucked out and tired to care so he relaxes and closes his eyes. Seokjin huffs and rolls to his side and Taehyung shivers.

“Cold?” Seokjin whispers. Taehyung turns to him, lifts his lids and smiles.

“A little,” he says.

Seokjin drops a kiss on the crown of his head then moves back and out of the bed. He takes a little time in the bathroom before he comes back with a wet towel.

“May I?” he asks. Taehyung opens his legs in answer and Seokjin cleans him up, wipes his ass and the inside of his thighs, folds the towel and swipes at Taehyung's front before he throws it over his shoulder. It splats on the floor.

Seokjin pulls the covers over them and lies on his back. Taehyung pouts at his profile.

“What?” Seokjin says, turning his head to the side.

“You're supposed to hold me,” he says in a whiny tone. Seokjin smiles.

“Well, come here then.”

Taehyung laughs, cuddles to Seokjin's chest and Seokjin wraps an arm around him and pulls him a bit closer.

“This okay?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung nuzzles his cheek on Seokjin's pectoral and hums.

“It's perfect.”



There’s no stopping Seokjin after that, he’s handsy and insatiable. He doesn't miss a chance to have sex. Shows Taehyung positions he wants to fuck him in and tells him role-playing fantasies.

It feels a little like Taehyung has created a monster.

But he's getting laid on the regular and he gets to tell Jimin he's wrong about everything and he's financially comfortable and thinking maybe he doesn't want to do anything but have sex and be spoiled. He really does hate working.

Seokjin takes him to every restaurant or a shop Taehyung wants to see, and the dressing room just happens to be the place where Seokjin receives his first blow job.

After that Seokjin tells Taehyung that he quite enjoyed being in a semi-public place while they went at it and Taehyung has to agree. There was a thrill in being almost caught on his knees, Seokjin's cock shoved so far in his throat it had him gagging.

Which is why Taehyung drags Seokjin to the bathroom in the middle of their dinner and lets Seokjin fuck him against a bathroom stall door, the hinges rattling and Seokjin's palm pressing on his mouth to keep his noises at bay.

“You're too loud,” Seokjin pants onto his nape, fucking into him in a steady pace. Taehyung whines, licks at Seokjin's hand and Seokjin groans and bites his shoulder through his suit jacket.

Taehyung jolts back, and the hand Seokjin has on his hip slides around, wraps around Taehyung's cock and squeezes. Taehyung hisses but it's muffled and Seokjin crowds closer, plasters himself to Taehyung's back. His fucks harder and more insistent, driving more noises out of Taehyung. He comes too soon, and Seokjin curses into his ear and fucks deeper. Taehyung slumps against the door, enjoys being fucked through his orgasm, then fucked more until it hurts.

He moans Seokjin's name, Seokjin moves his hand only to shove his fingers into Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung gags on them, sucks them in hungrily. His cock is half-hard now and he can't believe Seokjin has reduced him to this but he's loving it. He loves how unashamed they both are, the ease in which they tell each other what they want to do. He supposes it's the arrangement they have, its lack of relationship pressure because it's based like a business transaction.

Taehyung curves his ass back and Seokjin drives into him savagely, the door shaking with the force of his thrusts as he pushes Taehyung further onto it. Taehyung is on the tips of his toes, every fuck slides him on the wood and forces Seokjin's fingers deeper in his throat until he can't breathe. He likes that, wants Seokjin to choke him for real but he can't speak. Can only make pathetic sounds and more drool to leak from the corners of his lips and onto his chin. 

“You close?” Seokjin husks. Taehyung moans around his fingers, nods the best he can and Seokjin snaps his hips faster. He's so much more in control of his rhythm now, can alternate between fast and slow and drive Taehyung insane. But they both like rough and Seokjin gives him everything he asks for, the most generous lover Taehyung's had. He wonders if it would've been different had he met a more experienced version of Seokjin, wonders if it's just the effect of Seokjin wanting to learn and ending up learning Taehyung's preference instead.

Seokjin bites his neck and brings him back to the moment, the jolt of surprise makes him burst and his release shocks him. He clamps his teeth on Seokjin's fingers and Seokjin hisses and jerks violently, coming inside Taehyung then falling on him, pressing him flat to the door.

“That was amazing,” Seokjin says, taking his fingers out of Taehyung's mouth and pulling out of him. Taehyung whines at the sudden emptiness and Seokjin turns him around and kisses his cheek, wipes at the trace of saliva on Taehyung's chin before he kisses the corner of his mouth. He brushes Taehyung's hair back and kisses his forehead.

“You're perfect,” he whispers onto Taehyung's skin, kisses the same spot again. Taehyung feels like he's melting, and he throws his arms around Seokjin's neck and clings. Seokjin hugs him back, doesn't say anything and just stands there until Taehyung tells him he wants to leave.

They use the tissues to clean up and then they wash their hands in the sink outside. Seokjin combs his wet fingers through Taehyung's hair and grins at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. Seokjin then takes his hand and threads their fingers, walking casually out like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Taehyung's hand tingles, and he stares at their point of contact for so long, trying to remember the last time he felt this right holding someone's hand. Maybe never, he's always thought it's a little clingy, and he's only clingy after sex.

It doesn't feel needy or pressuring now. It feels like the way Seokjin didn't hesitate, like the way he smiles at Taehyung and offers him food from his own plate.

Easy. It feels easy, and a little something else that coils unnamed in Taehyung's chest.

“How come I never got to blow you?” Seokjin says out of nowhere. Taehyung bursts into laughter and hits his arm.

“Because we had a lot of plans and we didn't get to that yet,” Taehyung answers. Seokjin hums, tugs at Taehyung's hand to pull him closer before he lets go and wraps his arm around Taehyung's waist.

“Well, I think it's time I learnt, don't you agree?”

Taehyung's dick twitches in his pants and his face flushes.

Yes, he surely agrees.



Taehyung's on his back, Seokjin's head is bobbing between his legs. Seokjin's sucking at the tip experimentally, licking at the slit then stopping to judge the taste and Taehyung whines.

“You're such a tease,” he huffs. Seokjin lets his cock out and sits up, arches up a brow at Taehyung. “You shouldn't be such a tease without meaning it, you're killing me here.”

Seokjin crosses his arms. “Do you maybe want to tell me what to do instead of mocking me?”

“I wasn't mocking you,” Taehyung whines. “You're just, too slow.” Which to be fair, is kind of hot under the right circumstances, but Taehyung is feeling too wound up for that now and Seokjin has no idea what he's doing so there won't be a satisfying conclusion to the long teasing.

Seokjin leans down again, takes Taehyung's cock into his hand and licks from base to tip. Taehyung moans but then Seokjin stops again and Taehyung lifts his head off the pillows to glare at him. “Okay, here's a tip. Don't take vacations in the middle of giving head.”

Seokjin slaps the inside of his thigh then like the bastard he is, repeats the same motion, licking along Taehyung's shaft slowly. It's driving Taehyung mad with lust and pissing him off a little too. Seokjin needs to learn everything first before he tries this infuriating shit on Taehyung.

“Get up,” he says, pushing on Seokjin's head. Seokjin does, gives him sad puppy eyes and Taehyung smiles. “Don't look like that, we're not stopping. I just figured there's a better way to show you how it's done.”

“Yeah?” Seokjin says, grinning from ear to ear like an excited child. And he really shouldn't look so innocently happy about learning to suck dick.

Taehyung sits up and shimmies to the side, motions for Seokjin to lie down in his place. Seokjin looks confused but he complies, plopping on the pillows and throwing his arms to the side. “Now what?” 

“Glad you asked,” Taehyung says. He turns around and straddles Seokjin's chest, spreading his legs and digging his knees into the mattress. He leans down until his lips are aligned with Seokjin's dick. “Now,” he says, making sure the air of the word is caressing Seokjin's skin. Seokjin shivers, tries to lift his hips but Taehyung places his hands on them and presses. “Follow my lead.”

He takes Seokjin's dick into his mouth, slowly swallowing it down until the tip threatens to open his throat muscles. He waits and Seokjin gets it. His hands settle on Taehyung's thighs and he pulls him backward then down, Taehyung's dick nudges his nose and chin before he finally takes it in. Taehyung slides Seokjin's dick in and out, making sure his drool is smoothing the motion. He moves slow so Seokjin can follow and the fact that Seokjin does , is by far the hottest thing Taehyung has experienced.

He loves it, loves how it almost feels like he's giving himself head. Any lick or suck he does is repeated on him a second later, and it makes him moan around his mouthful. He likes giving blow jobs, and he gets too into it. Licking around the tip, sucking at the same time as he bobs his head, he deepthroats Seokjin and Seokjin groans around him, tries to do the same but he gags. He pulls back, coughing and cursing.

“I don't think I can do that,” he rasps. Taehyung doesn't care right now, he's too engrossed in what he's doing, he goes back to nursing at just the head then takes it down to his throat again in a quick motion. Moans and gasps as it forces his throat open and chokes him. He breathes carefully through his nose and swallows around Seokjin's dick, closes his eyes and whines as it hardens even more in his mouth. Seokjin's hips are jerking, and he's letting out grunts and moans and curses.

“Taehyung,” he calls. He takes Taehyung back into his mouth, although he doesn't try to deepthroat him again, he repeats all what Taehyung did for him and now they're not moving in sync like before and Taehyung is dizzy with how good it feels. The only thing wrong is his sadly empty hole.

He lets go of Seokjin's dick and Seokjin makes a pathetic sound of protest, but he keeps sucking Taehyung off like he's determined to finish him. Taehyung pants, and it takes him little time before he can speak.

“Hyung,” he says, voice fucked out and raw. “Put your fingers in me.”

Seokjin groans, the vibration travels through Taehyung and he hurries down to take Seokjin into his mouth again. Seokjin doesn't stop sucking him as he rummages around in the drawer of the nightstand and finds their lube. Taehyung can only follow by sound, closes his eyes when he hears the pop of the lid being opened.

Seokjin's fingers, two of them at once, rub lube on his rim then push inside, making him hiss. It hurts, the gorgeous stretch is just the right amount of burn that Taehyung likes. Seokjin knows that, he knows a lot about how Taehyung likes to be treated and he always delivers. The thought makes Taehyung eager to please, doubles his efforts. He bobs his head faster, reaches down to message Seokjin's balls as he swallows him down again.

Seokjin flinches, entire body quivering, his warning is muffled by Taehyung's dick in his mouth but Taehyung understands and sucks harder, closes his eyes and starts gulping down as Seokjin comes in his mouth. He drinks it all to the last drop. Seokjin takes a few seconds to recover then he fucks his fingers all the way in, starts a good rhythm and hits Taehyung's spot every other time. Taehyung keeps sucking on Seokjin's dick, focuses on the velvet feel of Seokjin's lips wrapped around him, the wet perfect heat and Seokjin's fingers inside him.

He opens his mouth and sits up, arches his back and pushes against Seokjin's fingers. Seokjin chokes a little but doesn't stop, shoves his fingers deeper and Taehyung keens.

“Hyung I'm―” He gasps, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open, a broken sound and half Seokjin's name leaving his lips, his release thundering through him like a storm. He shakes and quakes, every nerve ending buzzing like he's been electrified. Seokjin is coughing behind him and Taehyung crawls forward, whining when Seokjin's fingers slide out of him. He turns around and blushes as he takes Seokjin in.

Swollen lips and shining eyes, his cheeks flushed. His chin is smeared with drops of come, and he's panting. Taehyung's heart constricts and he rushes to Seokjin, throws himself at him and kisses him hard and deep. Seokjin receives him with both arms, holding him tight onto his chest and kissing back like he wants to do nothing else for the rest of his life.

Taehyung thinks maybe he doesn't. Wants to do this forever, just live in Seokjin's place and spend all their time in bed. Fucking until they can't move, sleeping and waking up only to fuck again. He slumps down on Seokjin's chest and Seokjin keeps one arm around him and pulls the covers over them. Taehyung cranes his head back, plants a kiss on Seokjin's jaw and feels Seokjin's smile.

“I'm getting better, am I not?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung grins, ready to tell him that he's, in fact, amazing, but the words get stuck in his throat.

He's only here for Seokjin to practice with and if Seokjin is good then he won't need Taehyung's help anymore. He might end their deal. He'll definitely end it. Taehyung's chest tightens and he curls around Seokjin, hugging him closer.

“A bit,” he settles on. “You can use some more practice.” He won't be able to use this excuse forever, he knows that. But for now at least, he can, just enough to prepare himself, think about what he'll do after. Just until he'll be ready to let this go.

Seokjin's laugh oscillates over his skin like waves then Seokjin turns them around, smirks down at Taehyung.

“I love hard work,” he singsongs before he leans down and captures Taehyung's mouth into a dizzying kiss that leaves him breathless and makes him realize: He'll never be ready to let Seokjin go.



There's nothing more distressing than looking through renting ads. Taehyung is losing hope with each page he clicks on. Most of the places are either too expensive or cheap and not providing pictures, which means they're in depilated condition and probably rat infested. He scrunches his nose in disgust and backs out from what could easily be page fifteen.

He's so bored and tired his lids are sandpaper and Jimin's endless running commentary on Taehyung's mismanagement of his life makes his ears ring.

He needs a new friend. If Jimin was just a little bit more loyal, they wouldn't be having this problem.

“You don't need to mutter dark curses at me,” Jimin says, plops beside him on the couch and shoves his head in front of Taehyung, preventing him from seeing the laptop's screen.

“You only come here when you fight with Jeongguk, and now that all is fine and dandy you’re moving out officially,” Taehyung says. “So it's your fault I need a new place. You know I can't afford this apartment on my own.”

Jimin turns to him and hugs him. “I'm sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung sigh. "I'm actually happy for you. You’re finally working your shit out and dealing like a proper adult,” Taehyung says. “But also, fuck you for moving out.”

Jimin laughs and as it's his habit when he does, he turns to jelly and throws himself over Taehyung. His torso in Taehyung's lap and his hair a mop on the couch on the other side of Taehyung's thigh. Taehyung sighs and continues his search.

“Why can't you afford this, though?” Jimin asks. “Isn't your rich daddy paying you oh so generously?”

Taehyung clicks his tongue. “Yes, but it doesn't feel smart to spend it on this. Eventually, this deal will come to an end and I…” he trails off, his fingers coming to a stop over the keyboard. Jimin is looking at him with a sad smile and a kind of understanding stemming from years and years of knowing each other. Taehyung shakes his head and Jimin nods. He lifts his hand and pats Taehyung on the cheek.

“Alright, let me help you get a new place. Or should we find a new roommate?”

Taehyung smiles.

“Thank you.”



“You…” Seokjin trails off. Taehyung smiles and twirls in place.


They're getting ready for an opening party for a new restaurant Seokjin's launching. Taehyung's wearing a red suit. The slacks have a high waist emphasizing his curves and he's coupled it with a white t-shirt to break the too formal look into something more modern. He styled his hair to be parted in the middle and he opted to wear green contacts. Seokjin hasn't been able to string three words together since he's seen him, staring at Taehyung with parted lips. It has Taehyung light and happy, he feels like he can fly. He grins at Seokjin and poses with his hand cupping the dip of his waist.

Seokjin narrows his eyes and marches to him.  As a reflex Taehyung moves away, slow backward steps until his back hits the wall and he has nowhere to escape. Seokjin's advancing, eyes intent, his lips curving up in a languid smirk. With his three-piece suit and his hair slicked back, he looks dangerous. He walks differently now, his hips loose, his feet confident. He knows exactly what he's capable of, unhurried and smooth as he cages Taehyung between his body and the wall, his arms extended on either side of Taehyung and the expression he's wearing is bordering on a taunt. He knows Taehyung doesn't want to go anywhere, it's so arrogant and insanely hot, it's turning Taehyung's crank like nothing else.

Taehyung gulps and tips his head back against the wall, eyes Seokjin from under his lashes, returns the challenge. Seokjin's smile widens into something positively predatory and Taehyung shivers. Seokjin presses their bodies together into a delicious line of heat and Taehyung drapes his arms over Seokjin's shoulders and curls his fingers in the hair on Seokjin's nape.

“How about we stay home?” Seokjin whispers onto his lips. Taehyung's smile gets lost in their kiss. It's hot and heavy but it's slow and thorough. Seokjin's kisses are a form of magic, Taehyung is sure. They weaken him, bypass his brain and speak to something more basic. They bring out his passion, the things he tries to suppress, desires he's never known he had. He surrenders himself to their sweetness, opens his mouth and sighs and Seokjin inhales sharply. Taking Taehyung's air right out of him, and Taehyung doesn't even care if he chokes. It feels too trivial compared to how much he needs their lips to stay fused, how much he yearns for Seokjin's fingers in his hair and the way he's molding them together.

A gasp, the smack of their lips separating, then their pants echo around them. Taehyung's knees are shaking and he's clinging to Seokjin's shoulders, thankful he's trapped between him and the wall because he might have fallen otherwise.

“We need to go,” he breathes. Seokjin hums and kisses him again, his palm on Taehyung's cheek, tips of his fingers twisting Taehyung's strands around them, his thumb sweeping under Taehyung's eye. The way their lips give into each other is addicting, and Taehyung knows if he doesn't stop now he'll drag Seokjin to bed and beg till his voice goes hoarse.

“Hyung,” he whines. Seokjin leaves his lips, directs his kisses to Taehyung's neck. He slots his thigh between Taehyung's, pushes against his growing arousal. Taehyung keens, hips bucking forward and hands fisting in Seokjin's jacket. Seokjin licks under his ear, threatens the skin with a tease of teeth then scrapes them down, nips with just lips over Taehyung's pulse.

“Goodness, Seokjin. You're killing me,” he huffs. Seokjin sighs and pulls back, the air that replaces him is winter frigid and Taehyung barely stops himself from lunging forward and bringing him back.

“You're right, we have to go,” Seokjin says, annoyance clear in his tone. “But you're not going back home tonight,” he finishes like a threat but Taehyung can't wait, his cells buzzing with anticipation.

Seokjin is another person in his element, he looks more mature, more intimidating. His smile is calculating and small. He greets people with nods and composed waves, rather than a businessman, Taehyung sees him as a prince.

“Hello, Seokjin-ssi!”

Both of them turn to face the voice owner. Seokjin's face lights up and he extends an arm. “Hello, Ken! What are you being so formal for?”

The man shrugs, his smile losing the frost and becoming warm. He steps closer and Seokjin hugs him. It's a quick hug but it speaks of familiarity. Taehyung's chest heats, and he moves back a little, eyes this Ken.

He's tall and broad, his eyes are soft and glittery as he speaks to Seokjin. They must be close. Taehyung curls his lips and clears his throat.

“Ken, this is Taehyung,” Seokjin introduces. Ken eyes him up and down and his eyes glint.

“Seokjin, you dog. Where the hell have you been hiding him?” he says. Taehyung's offered hand is taken but not into a handshake but rather, Ken pulls it toward his body and bows over it a little, as one would do in an old fashioned ball. Taehyung is so taken off guard he stays still.

“I'm not hiding him,” Seokjin quips, retrieving Taehyung's hand and squeezing it before he lets go. He throws his arm around Taehyung's waist and brings him to his side, and Taehyung's brain finally catches up. Ken is hitting on him .

“How come I've never seen him before?” Ken says, a little whine in his voice. Seokjin hugs him closer and glares at Ken but Taehyung can tell it's all fun and games.

“Doesn't matter, he's taken. Go get a life,” Seokjin says. Taehyung's heart jumps, and his entire body reacts by jolting along. Seokjin tightens his hold, and Taehyung's skin catches on fire.

“Calm down,” Ken says, waving his hand at Seokjin like he's trying to cool him down. “I'm not out to steal your boyfriend. Just teasing. Good for you though!”

The remark has them both halting. Taehyung feels the exact moment Seokjin turns to stone. He drops his arm and laughs nervously but he doesn't answer, doesn't deny or accept the congratulation and Taehyung is left with something aching in the base of his throat.

A burning question, a painful realization.


He wants that.


Taehyung enters a trance after that. On autopilot. He answers and laughs and eats but his mind is fixated on the idea of a relationship with Seokjin. On the sheer impossibility of it. Seokjin doesn't notice his mood, and Taehyung is both thankful and sour about it. He wouldn't know how to answer if Seokjin does catch on and ask, but he can't help the sadness that fills him at the prospect of going unnoticed by Seokjin.

It hurts.

It's two hours past midnight when Seokjin finally guides them back to the car. The driver bows as he opens the door and Taehyung climbs in and breathes a sigh of relief. He wants to go home but he remembers Seokjin's words before they left and he can't find the courage to tell Seokjin no.

Seokjin wouldn't be mad, he'll probably just drop Taehyung off with a small kiss and a sweet wish goodnight. But Taehyung doesn't want that, he wants to spend more time with Seokjin, wants to sleep wrapped in his warmth and scent and wants to see him first thing in the morning.

He just doesn't want to have sex, which means he's not needed and he has no reason to stay in Seokjin's place.

“You're going to get wrinkles,” Seokjin says. Taehyung flinches and Seokjin laughs softly. “I didn't realize you were that deep in thought. Sorry for startling you.”

Taehyung forces a smile. “It wasn't important.”

Seokjin clicks his tongue. He slides sideways, closes the space between them and slips his arm around Taehyung. He holds Taehyung's chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently turning Taehyung to face him.

“Don't lie to me,” Seokjin whispers. Taehyung trembles, he can't bear the way Seokjin is boring right into his soul and Seokjin's grip keeps him from turning away. The only choice he's left with is to close his eyes. He feels the huff of exasperation Seokjin lets out, a sweet damp air on his lips and he only shakes harder.

“Taehyung,” Seokjin warns. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, a sting growing in them along with a lump in his throat. “Baby, what's wrong?”


Taehyung whines and surges forward, hides his face in Seokjin's chest. Seokjin coos, pulls him closer and Taehyung's tears are so close now he can barely breathe around them. It's so unfair for Seokjin to call him baby now of all times, so fucking unfair and Taehyung wasn't ready. He wasn't ready, dammit.

“I want to go home,” he croaks. Seokjin hugs him tight, kisses the side of his face and nods.

“Whatever you want,” Seokjin says. Taehyung burrows closer, sneaks his arms around  Seokjin's shoulders and presses himself into him.

“I want to stay with you,” Taehyung sobs. Seokjin makes a confused sound, whispers “Baby?” and that's it for Taehyung. He lifts his head and crushes himself against Seokjin, so hard his bones hurt, their lips slamming together clumsy and desperate.

Seokjin doesn't push him away, he clutches at his waist and draws him in, his teeth sinking into Taehyung's bottom lip. Heat coils in Taehyung's gut and he moves forward, straddles Seokjin's lap. Seokjin follows, tips his head back to keep the kiss going and Taehyung can't get enough and can't get closer.

“Sir, we're here.”

The driver's embarrassed tone breaks Taehyung out of it and he blushes up to his hairline and hides his face in Seokjin's shoulder. Seokjin chuckles, pets his hair.

“Let's go up?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung sniffles and nods and Seokjin gives him a sweet smile. He gets out of the car first, offers a hand to Taehyung and when they're both out and standing next to each other, Seokjin doesn't let go. He doesn't let go when they walk to the elevator, doesn't let go as they walk the corridor, doesn't let go when he opens the door and he doesn't let go when he locks the door after them and pushes Taehyung against it.

Their hands stay clasped through the heated kisses, find each other again after they strip. Taehyung stares at them through the haze of tears, intertwined with the white of the sheets around them. Contrast of their skin, lock of their fingers. Fit of them together as Seokjin moves on top of him, desperate and unhinged, clumsy like he hasn't been in a long time. Taehyung squeezes their hands until the muscles in his ache and he turns up. Gets another kiss.

He falls asleep with his heart beating against Seokjin's, the rhythm beautifully matched, lulling him to sweet dreams.

He wakes up alone. Seokjin's warmth long since faded, the sheets cool as Taehyung passes his palms over them.

A yellow post-it note is hanging on the lamp and Taehyung reaches out and snatches it.

Needed at work. Breakfast in the fridge.

See you soon :)

Taehyung glares at the note until his vision blurs, then he's a ball of motion, running around, pulling his clothes up and stumbling his way to the door. He can't bear to be here, with his aching heart and Seokjin's smell on the bed.

He rushes out of the apartment, pictures of their time together assaulting him.

They tried everything together, Taehyung discovered so many things about himself, shared the wonder of firsts with Seokjin. He got high on being Seokjin's first, on the illusion of his influence and the power it gives him, but now as he wanders aimless in Seoul's crowded streets, he can't help the fear what the same notion brings.

Are these Seokjin's real desires or did he only end up liking what he likes because Taehyung taught him so? Can two people be this compatible? More importantly, does Seokjin think they are?

Taehyung has been with others, and he knows it's better with Seokjin but Seokjin doesn't. He doesn't have that basis of comparison, perhaps he'll want something else if he gets the chance to try it. What if Seokjin wants to?

Taehyung can't tell him no.

He's worked himself up to tears by the time he makes it home and he can't get rid of the dark thoughts. They seem to have followed him here.

For days he tries to ignore it, and it proves futile as it paints everything he does.

The image of Seokjin with someone else is poison. As soon as it passes behind his lids it takes root and digs deep and he can't think of anything else. His heart sinks and his limbs turn into lead and he's on the edge of throwing up.

Seeing Seokjin is an antidote and an escalator, it makes him worse and better. Seokjin's eyes have his heart reckless and foolish, beating hard enough to be on the edge of arrest, hard enough for everything in him to shut down and he's nothing beyond his surging pulse.

The growing forest of convoluted emotions in his ribcage sprouts thick vines that wrap around his throat, and he can't talk about any of the dark and decaying trees bleeding black in him. He can only snap about other things, pretends that whatever is killing him is not really the issue.

He's just worried about the money, he just wants something more secure. A little bit of an assurance, more of this or that and all lies.

He's curled up on his couch, ignoring yet another call from Seokjin. He can't bring himself to face him like this. Not when he knows he'll be a dick to him. He can do many things, but hurt Seokjin isn't on that list, and he'd rather hurt himself to keep it that way.

A sigh of relief leaves him when his phone shuts up, and he sinks further into the cushions and pulls the comforter tighter around him and reclines back onto the arm of the couch. Staring at the ceiling makes his lids heavy and he gives up and closes them. He dozes for an unknown while, feels like he's floating between awake and asleep.

The doorbell brings him back to the land of the living and he rubs his eyes and looks around, frowning at the laptop that he forgot open. The screen is black, and he reaches to it, slides his finger on the touch board then remembers in his haze that he woke up because the bell rang.

Another ring comes and he shouts. “It's open!” Then decide to let the laptop be and throws himself onto his back, rolling himself snuggly in his comforter and turning so he's facing away from the room. Jimin hasn't been around for two days and Taehyung has lived like a pig during the time, so he's not exactly thrilled about the conversation that's sure to take place as soon as his friend steps in.


Taehyung freezes.

“Are you sick?” Seokjin says, voice bleeding worry. Taehyung closes his eyes and curls on himself harder.

“Why are you here?” he whispers. Seokjin's steps are too loud as he makes his way to Taehyung, squeezing himself on the couch next to Taehyung's legs. Seokjin puts his hand on Taehyung's hip and Taehyung can barely feel it through the thick comforter but he flinches all the same. Seokjin pulls it back, clears his throat.

“I was worried,” he says. “You haven't replied to me in three days. I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you're okay.” Seokjin stands up and Taehyung's movement surprises even him. He's up and clinging to Seokjin's sleeve before he knows it and they're left staring at each other wide-eyed.

“I'm not okay,” Taehyung hears himself saying. “Don't leave.”

Seokjin's face crumbles and he falls onto the couch, wraps Taehyung in his arms and hugs him. Taehyung presses himself into the hold and closes his eyes.

“Are you sick? Do you need a hospital?” Seokjin says hurriedly. “Is it a cold? I can get you to a hospital, let's just―”

“No,” Taehyung interrupts. “This is fine.”

Seokjin settles, stays as he is and Taehyung's heart expands and aches. He has to do something, say something. He can't keep worrying Seokjin like this, Seokjin deserves the truth. He opens his mouth and hesitates, not sure where to start from. Seokjin beats him to speaking but what he says isn't anywhere near the subject Taehyung's agonizing over.

“You want a new place?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung makes a questioning noise and Seokjin goes on. “You're looking through ads for apartments. If this horrid thing can be called an apartment,” Seokjin adds.

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head. He pulls back and works himself out of the tangle of the covers to sit properly beside Seokjin but Seokjin is still buying into the sick theory, so he pulls the comforter around Taehyung's shoulders and keeps him plastered to his side.

“I do like this apartment, but Jimin has moved out, for real this time. And I can't afford it alone, so I need to find a cheaper place.”

Seokjin looks around and then frowns at Taehyung. “I can afford this.” He sounds confused. Taehyung raises a brow. “I know you can, hyung. I'm talking about me.”

“But what you're saying doesn't make sense,” Seokjin says. “If I can afford it, you can.”

The lump that seems to be living permanently in Taehyung's throat swells and tears rush to his eyes. He ducks his head.

“That's not how things work,” he rasps.

Seokjin tuts. “And why not?”

“Because, what you said is...It sounds like…” He shuts up before he says something direly idiotic. Seokjin cups his face and lifts it up, so he's looking right into Taehyung's eyes.

“Like?” he presses.

“Like what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine,” Taehyung croaks out.

“Well, yes?” Seokjin says. “What's your point?”

Heat flares through Taehyung. “We're not married!” he blurts. He winces at the words.

“Yet,” Seokjin says. Taehyung chokes. Seokjin grins at him. “But these are all technicalities, you know. Easily fixable, the principle is the―”

“Don't,” Taehyung whines. “Don't joke about this, don't even. Just don't, hyung.”

Seokjin's expression softens, his hands are impossibly gentle on Taehyung's cheeks. He slides them down, wraps his fingers around Taehyung's arms and pulls him in, hugs him again.

“I'm not joking,” Seokjin whispers into his hair and Taehyung can't even move. He must be still sleeping, this is a dream.  A cruel vivid dream and he'll wake up any moment now. “Taehyung, I love you. And I really think you feel the same.”

Taehyung lets out a huff that falls between a disbelieving laugh and a sob. “You can't love me. You just think you do because I'm your first.”

Seokjin clicks his tongue and moves back to give him a glare. “That's neither here nor there. Do you want to marry me or not?”

Taehyung blinks, frowns. “You're not making any sense.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Focus, baby. I love you and you love me and you want to move out so I'm thinking, we get married and you move in with me. Perfectly sensible, right?”

“Wait so you really love me?” Taehyung squeaks. “So what was I doing moping around for the past week?”

Seokjin purses his lips in mock sadness. “Being an idiot?”

Taehyung slaps him on the shoulder. “Just for that, I'm not marrying you!”

“Oh really?” Seokjin says then he surges forward, pushes Taehyung to his back. Taehyung yelps then laughs. Seokjin is hovering on top of him with a ridiculous rendition of supposed anger. “Well, then I'll just have to convince you.”

“You don't even have a ring,” Taehyung reminds him. Heart beating so fast he thinks it'll explode and he's so happy he can't contain his smile. Seokjin smiles back at him.

“Baby, that's another technicality.”

Taehyung laughs. Seokjin leans down and kisses him.

“I love you too,” Taehyung says into it. Seokjin hums.

“So, you'll marry me?”

“Sure, why not.”

Seokjin whoops and rains kisses on his face, their laughter fills the apartment. They lock lips again, and Taehyung allows himself to get lost in it and believes.

Maybe his worries, too, are just a technicality.