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He gets it now. After all this time, this is the moment in which he finally understands.

As his eyes follow the other’s movements, it all comes into vision: how happy the other looks, how his eyes shine the very moment he leads his team to victory, how this is meant to be his and no one else’s.

It can’t be taken away from him, much less by Jeongguk’s hand.

His heart thumps in his chest, full of unspoken words—brimming, over-pouring, sitting on the tip of his tongue. Spent forefingers drum against his thighs, eyes still focused on him alone.

He follows his every motions, takes in all his features, all of his astonishing ways, as if to capture his essence, his beauty, the way in which his naivete gets tainted exclusively by his mouth.

Foul, expressive, always unimpressed.

Yeah.

Jeongguk’s aware of what he has to do. 

three years prior.

The ball swerves, hitting their post, ricocheting as Jeongguk catches it in pursuit of the opposing team’s net.

He meticulously takes aim and scores, virtually assuring their victory against Yonsei’s University Soccer Team, relishing in the feeling smugly as he exhales deeply, letting go of a puff of air he’s been holding onto during the entirety of the game.

Jeongguk looks over at the time tracker, signaling the end of the game as Taehyung shoves him hard, running up behind him, face all red as sweat trickles down his face, huffing as he mutters something the other doesn’t quite catch.

Not that he cares, honestly.

And, although most of his teammates can’t really stand his cocky demeanor, they all run towards Jeongguk, throwing themselves against him.

Some ruffle his hair, some kiss cheek.

Hands tangle through his jersey, lifting him up, patting him on the back—hell, his teammates even chant his name, thanking their Captain for the win.

Jeongguk knows it’s just for show, but the recognition feels nice, hence why he welcomes it.

In a matter of minutes, he pulls away from his teammates and together, they walk to the middle of the field, in order to congratulate the other team for the match. Even though they lost, it’s good form.

Fuck. Jeongguk is so goddamn happy tonight.

Once they reach the middle of the field, Jeongguk, in his capacity as Captain of the Golden Boys shakes Taehyung’s hand, respective Captain of Yonsei’s Silver Boys Team.

Taehyung’s hand is steady, a little firm, gouging holes into Jeongguk’s eyes with a stern look on his face.

Indignant, radiant.

“Nice game, Kim,” Jeongguk says, a mischievous smirk adorning his lips.

“Congratulations on the win, Jeon,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth, furious, the faint reminder of his musky aftershave mixing with the smell of his bruised ego.

Teamwork’s been lacking at large, alongside cohesion amongst the members. Jeongguk has always had a strong hand, and with it goes leadership he imposes on his fellow team.

Once they put the ceremonial hand-shaking charade aside, they head for their assigned locker rooms. 

Tired, aching, supremely exhausted, yet surprisingly energized.

As they’re walking away, both Captains turn back to look at each other, well aware of what’s to take place next.

He’s changing into his spare clothes after taking a shower when he hears his phone vibrating for the briefest of moments.

Pulling his phone out, he sits on the benches, making sure no one’s paying him mind.

kim

Mine or yours?

Hi to you too
My roommates have people over
So, yours?

Fine. Don’t come before 9:30pm

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, taking his bag in hand, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder. One of his teammates, Ren, stops him before he can exit the locker rooms.

“Hyung?”

Jeongguk turns his head, smiling at the other. He’s one of the few people in his teammates who actually respects him. “Can I help you with anything, Ren-chan?”

Ren shakes his head, a small smile making its way onto his lips. “No, no. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out at practice. I know I haven’t really done anything for us to win today, but still—”

Jeongguk smiles, ruffling his hair. “Our teamwork on the field led us to victory today. You did good, Ren-chan. Let’s keep up the good work, yeah?”

Ren shyly smiles, nodding. 

“Aren’t you tired of constantly kissing his ass, Ren?” Siwoo asks, hitting his shoulder blade, causing him to topple over slightly. “Why don’t you tell your dear Captain that you have a crush on him, mhm?” 

Jeongguk doesn’t act surprised. For starters, he doesn’t want Ren to feel more embarrassed than he’s already feeling, and secondly… Jeongguk already had a hunch that Ren felt something for him, but Siwoo is a fucking asshole and he’s sure he’s just projecting his own insecurities on Ren.

“At least Ren isn’t ashamed of liking boys, Siwoo-yah,” Jeongguk says, walking in front of Ren so Siwoo can take it out on him instead of hitting Ren again. “You should learn from him, you know?”

Siwoo laughs at his face. “Learn what?”

Jeongguk smirks, looking at him as if he wants to challenge the boy in front of him. “How to not be embarrassed of yourself because you like boys.”

Siwoo gulps down. “I don’t.”

“Sure,” Jeongguk chuckles. “Whatever lets you sleep at night.”

He turns his body around and takes Ren by his shoulders, his other hand caressing his shoulder blade. “I’m sorry, Ren-chan.”

Ren clears his throat, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, hyung.”

Siwoo scoffs and goes back to his locker, slamming it before exiting the room, of course being followed by his so-called friends.

Jeongguk rests his shoulder on Ren’s locker, looking at him with concern. He’s sincerely worried about him. In all honesty, he doesn’t want others bullying anyone because of their dislike for him. 

Jeongguk clears his throat before catching Ren’s attention again. “Do Siwoo and his dogs bully you often?” Jeongguk asks. A pause, and then, “Because of me?”

Ren’s eyes widen, shaking his head as he looks down at the floor like it’s the most interesting thing right now. “No, hyung. Don’t worry, really.”

“Ren-chan,” Jeongguk calls softly, trying his best to make the other look at him. When Ren doesn’t, Jeongguk tucks his index underneath his chin, gently forcing the other to look at him. “You need to tell me if it happens again. Can you do that for me, please?”

Ren nods, his cheeks tinted red. “Okay.”

“And don’t feel embarrassed with me,” Jeongguk smiles, resting his head against the locker, too. “I’m flattered to know you like me. And I’m sure you would’ve caught my interest, too. But I’m not one for relationships and I don’t want to deceive you. I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Ren tilts his head, smiling before sinking his teeth on his lower lip. And Jeongguk can’t help but look at his lips for the briefest moment before looking back at him. “And you don’t need to be sorry. But I can like you anyway, can’t I?”

“Of course you can,” Jeongguk chuckles, looking at him and smiling when their gazes meet. “If it makes you feel good about yourself. I don’t want you to hurt because of me.”

Ren shakes his head, taking his bag and looking at him. “You’re not hurting me, hyung.”

Jeongguk hums, nodding his head as he sighs. “I’m also sorry that us hooking up might have led you on. You’re really hot, I’m just very noncommittal.”

Ren smiles at the compliment and that is enough to warm Jeongguk’s heart and it makes it sting a bit, too. “It’s all alright, hyung. Really.”

Jeongguk tilts his head, his lips blooming into a smile. “You promise?”

“I promise,” Ren nods, caressing his shoulder as he walks past him and says, “Have a good night, hyung.”

“You too, Ren-chan.” 

Jeongguk sighs as he locks the locker room, returning to his dorm quickly so he can get another shower.

He’s honestly tired as fuck, but he will never turn down getting laid so he quickly changes into an oversized black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He waves goodbye to his roommates and friends before taking his car keys and walking straight to the garage.

His phone dings inside his pocket and as soon as Jeongguk enters his car, he takes out his phone and checks his notifications.

kim

Are you coming over or not? 

Jeongguk snorts because it’s not even 9:30pm. It’s literally 9:24pm and he’s just started the engine of his car.

  Impatient much, aren’t you? 

Well yes.
If you aren’t here by 9:40pm i’ll be starting without you

That only means you’ll get punished.

Usually, it would take Jeongguk at least twenty minutes to arrive at Taehyung’s dorm, but this time, all it takes Jeongguk is eight minutes, more or less.

By 9:35pm, Jeongguk is in front of Taehyung’s dorm door, waiting for him to open up.

The door swings open in literal seconds, and a topless Taehyung leans against the frame, arms folded over his chest, messy hair and lower lip between his teeth. “You’re serious about my ass, aren’t you?”

“As serious as you are about my dick,” Jeongguk shrugs and his hands immediately wrap around Taehyung’s neck, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss.

Taehyung kisses him back immediately, his hands finding their way to Jeongguk’s waist as he walks them both inside Taehyung’s dorm, closing the door behind his back.

His hand is still tightly wrapped around Taehyung’s throat when the latter moans against his lips. 

Jeongguk can’t feel it, but he knows that by now Taehyung is arching his back to let their bodies be closer.

“Touch me,” Taehyung rasps out, pushing incredibly closer to Jeongguk, the grip on his waist tightening as he answers in tone, mimicking the other’s hold, but on his throat.

“I am touching you,” Jeongguk takes Taehyung’s lower lip between his teeth, sinking them on it slightly before sucking hard, pilling away as he looks at Taehyung’s fucked out expression.

Jeongguk bits his lower lip at that, loving the way Taehyung melts beneath his touch, how little it takes of Jeongguk to turn him on, and how easily he responds to Jeongguk’s control.

“Then give me more,” Taehyung whines.

Jeongguk smirks, taking Taehyung by his hips as he slams their bodies together, walking him backwards until his back hits the wall. 

He slowly comes closer to his ear, whispering, “Beg me,” before biting his earlobe.

Jeongguk can hear the way Taehyung chokes a moan, but he knows that begging would hurt his ego and that’s why Jeongguk loves having control of Taehyung.

“C’mon,” Jeongguk keeps pushing, still whispering into his hair. “You want me to touch you, don’t you? So beg, Kim.”

The other scoffs. “That’s not gonna happen.”

Jeongguk chuckles, nuzzling his nose against his jaw, tightening the grip he has on both sides of Taehyung’s waist. “But you want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Jeongguk asks, pressing his lips against his jaw and biting on it.

“Fuck you.”

“That, I will,” Jeongguk snorts. “Just beg and I’ll give you everything you want, Taehyung-ssi.”

He pulls away, looking at Taehyung with his eyebrow arched, a smirk adorning his lips as he tilts his head. Jeongguk starts to slide his hands off Taehyung’s waist, but the other brings his own to Jeongguk’s wrists, stopping him.

“Jeon—” Taehyung calls, his hooded eyes locked with Jeongguk’s. He takes a deep breath before he starts talking again and that’s music to Jeongguk’s ears. “Give me more. Touch me. Please.”

“That’s right, pretty boy,” Jeongguk smirks, tightening the grip on his waist again, attaching his lips against the vein pulsing on his neck.

Taehyung groans when Jeongguk pushes himself against him and their crotches touch. He bites down his neck, a reddish shade blooming on it as Jeongguk detaches from it.

Taehyung chases after his lips and Jeongguk can’t help but kiss him back, his fingers wrapping around his neck again, pulling him closer with the arm he has still wrapped around Taehyung’s waist.

“How does it feel, mhm,” Jeongguk whispers against his lips, shining because of their saliva meeting again and again tonight. He sinks his teeth on Taehyung’s lower lip, pulling quite hard before he whispers again, “To lose. To be second best. Tell me.”

Taehyung scoffs, sliding one of his fingers along Jeongguk’s torso and abs, stopping exactly where the outline of his hard cock bulges. “Does it make you hard?”

Jeongguk smirks, pushing himself against Taehyung’s hand and whispering, “The same way it makes you hard when I lose.” 

He leans down, his lips finding Taehyung’s neck again, biting down on it before he grazes behind his ear with his nose, whispering, “I’m sure it stings, doesn’t it?” right next to it.

“Fuck you, Jeon,” Taehyung scoffs, his hand now fully in Jeongguk’s underwear, palming at his bare cock as he attaches his lips to the opposite side of where Jeongguk is working right now. “Why are you taking so long? Just fuck me, yeah?”

Jeongguk noses his jaw, moaning when Taehyung bites his neck and instinctively, his arm tightens around his waist. “Where have you left your mannerism, huh?”

“Fucking hell,” Taehyung groans, bringing Jeongguk closer by the small of his back as he says, “Please. Fuck me.” before manhandling him and walking him towards his couch.

Jeongguk shouldn’t feel this amused seeing Taehyung losing control, but fuck if he loves to see him like that.

And it is so entertaining to see how Taehyung really thinks he has control over him and to see the surprise on his face when Jeongguk manhandles him and slides his arms underneath his thighs, lifting him up.

He walks until his knees graze Taehyung’s couch and puts him down, hovering over him. 

They make eye contact and Jeongguk sees Taehyung gasping for air when his hand slides inside his sweatpants, smirking when he notices the other isn’t wearing his underwear.

Jeongguk looks up at him, tilting his head as he looks at Taehyung, amused by him. “You were so eager to get fucked that you didn’t even put in the effort to get dressed accordingly?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, shrugging as he looks at him. “What’s the use in wearing clothes if you’re gonna take them off anyway?”

“Mhm, I’ll give you kudos for that.”

“Stop talking, Jeon,” Taehyung firmly says, taking Jeongguk’s face by the chin as he makes eye-contact with him. “And fuck me.”

“Let’s see if this makes you finally shut up,” Jeongguk smirks, making sure Taehyung’s eyes are on him as he slides off his sweatpants, pushing away his hand and squats down to take Taehyung’s cock in his mouth.

Taehyung groans when his lips wrap around it and Jeongguk would be lying if he said he doesn’t like the way he makes Taehyung crumble. The way his whole body starts trembling because of him.

He might not like Taehyung’s personality, he might dislike him all he wants—but Jeongguk fucking loves the way he has control over him, how this little is everything it takes to make the other crumble the fuck down.

“I succeeded,” Jeongguk says as he pulls back, looking up at Taehyung with his hooded eyes.

Taehyung doesn’t answer, doesn’t say a thing. He just looks down at him and smirks, taking Jeongguk by the hair, bringing his cock back into his mouth.

Jeongguk doesn’t argue with that. He just keeps sucking his cock, working his tongue on the slit for a bit before fully taking it.

And he finds himself wondering what Taehyung’s cock would feel inside of him, why the other doesn’t top, but it’s not like he wants to argue about their dynamic right now.

Jeongguk gets to fuck Taehyung’s perfect ass, so it’s all good.

Taehyung doesn’t even have to tell Jeongguk when he’s close, because he can feel it in the way his body jerks, by the way his legs keep trembling and that’s his clue to pull away.

“What… Umh… What are you doing?” Taehyung struggles to say, closing his eyes as he throws his head back. “Jeongguk—”

He smirks, standing up before leaning forward and wrapping one arm around Taehyung’s waist as he whispers, “Lead the way to your bedroom, pretty boy,” above his lips. 

Taehyung is so fucked out that he actually takes some time to fully understand what Jeongguk has just told him and it makes him chuckle. “Blowjob so good you’re dissociating, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jeon,” Taehyung says as he grabs him by the wrist, walking in front of him so that Jeongguk can follow Taehyung towards his room.

They don’t even talk to one another once they get to the room. They walk towards it together and the moment the other spins around to press their lips together, Jeongguk pushes Taehyung against the mattress and he’s soon to follow, pressing his mouth against the other’s neck.

Jeongguk holds himself up with his arms, currently resting near the other’s head, pushing down his pelvis against Taehyung’s just to prevent the other from moving with his weight on him.

“Look at you, Kim,” Jeongguk chuckles the moment he starts moving his hips down, grazing his lips against Taehyung’s jaw. “So fucking useless when I’m the one in control.”

“Hmm. You’re just full of shit, Jeon,” Taehyung says, trying his best to push his hips up and get some friction but Jeongguk is not having it. So he takes him by the wrists and pins them above his head, his hips still moving against Taehyung’s.

“Am I?” Jeongguk whispers, teeth grazing his jaw before biting on it. Taehyung lets out a moan when Jeongguk moves again, their cocks twitching at the same damn time. “Or are you just way too obsessed with me?”

Taehyung scoffs, pushing his hips up and this time, Jeongguk lets him. Especially when he turns his head to bite on Jeongguk’s bicep, a moan stuck in his throat. “You wish.”

“I don’t even have to,” Jeongguk snorts, pressing his lips against the side of his neck, looking up and welcoming the sight in front of him.

Taehyung has his eyes closed, his mouth hangs open and his back keeps arching the more Jeongguk lets their crotches come in contact.

He despises the man under him, but as much as he does, Jeongguk’s not ashamed to admit how pretty Taehyung actually is.

So damn pretty it’s a shame they can’t stand each other.

“I can read you easily, Kim. You were waiting for this moment all day long,” Jeongguk whispers, one of his hands untangling from the grip he has on his wrist as he sits up on Taehyung’s lap.

Jeongguk bites his lower lip when he sees the other licking his own lower lip, his dick twitching inside his sweatpants. “Think I didn’t see the way you couldn’t stop stealing glances when we were playing against each other?” 

His fingers slide from Taehyung’s chest to his stomach, landing on his hard cock again. 

Jeongguk makes sure to look at Taehyung’s face when he takes his cock between his fingers and presses his thumb against its slit, sloppy movements drawing attention to how wet Taehyung is, endless drops of precum beading atop his dick.

Taehyung gasps for air when Jeongguk presses his thumb down again and whispers, “Isn’t it so, pretty boy, hmm?”

This seems to wake him up, because soon enough, Taehyung starts running his mouth again. “God forbid I’m horny and you know how to fuck,” He scoffs, making eye-contact with him. “Pull your head out of your ass, Jeon.”

Jeongguk chuckles, his thumb so fucking wet from how much precum is coming out of Taehyung’s cock. He smears it along his length, earning a moan from him. He then asks, “Have you even fucked someone else beside me since—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence and he knows something has switched in Taehyung’s brain because suddenly, Jeongguk is the one laying on his back. 

“None of your fucking business,” Taehyung says between gritted teeth, sitting on his lap as he starts rolling his hips against Jeongguk’s still clothed cock. “Just do what you came here for and get the fuck out, yeah?”

“You asked me to come, darling,” Jeongguk says, his hands on Taehyung's side as he sits, holding himself up by his elbows. “Losing control against me makes you so mad, Taehyung-ah. Look at you. You need to control that.”

Taehyung’s eyes fall shut, his back arching as his hands land on Jeongguk’s shoulders. Taehyung leans forward, taking Jeongguk’s lower lip between his teeth as he bites down on it, hard, making him hiss. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Jeongguk can taste his own blood on his lower lip but he doesn’t care. He’s so fucking horny that even that cock twitch. “Suck my cock and I’ll think about it.”

He doesn’t have to repeat it twice. Taehyung is quick to slide Jeongguk’s sweatpants off his legs and throws them somewhere on the ground.

They maintain eye-contact as his rival crawls back down, Jeongguk still holding himself on his elbows when Taehyung starts leaving open mouthed kisses against thick thighs.

Jeongguk hisses when Taehyung bites his inner thigh, throwing his head back when he grabs the other one with his hand.

“Who’s losing control now, huh?” Taehyung smirks when Jeongguk looks back at him, his brows knotting together, his mouth hanging open when Taehyung gives a few kitten licks on the head of his achingly hard cock. “You should look at yourself now, Jeon. So fucking useless.”

Jeongguk chuckles, shaking his head as he brings one of his hands to the back of Taehyung’s head, gripping a handful of hair, yanking his head back. Taehyung lets out a loud moan that makes Jeongguk’s dick twitch in his hand. “Talk less. Act more. Like you mean it. C’mon.”

Taehyung seems to understand that talking back to him won’t do him any good, so he lets Jeongguk’s words echo in the room before he dives in, taking his cock in his mouth. 

Suddenly, all of his tired muscles and sore bones give in and relax under Taehyung’s touch, moaning like a madman when the other squeezes his balls and focuses on his cock’s head. 

Taehyung makes sure to maintain eye contact, though, gripping the base with both hands. 

Jeongguk’s breath gets caught in his throat as Taehyung starts moving his hands in circular movements, his lips lightly wrapped around his head as he sucks on it, pops off and licks it before repeating his movements again.

Fucking hell.

The moment Jeongguk feels like he’s way too close, he yanks Taehyung off of his cock and manhandles him so that he’s now sitting on his lap, his hands pulling him closer. 

Taehyung leans in for a kiss, but Jeongguk doesn’t really let him. On the contrary, he sinks his teeth on Taehyung’s lower lip and gives back exactly what he did moments prior: he bites, hard, until he feels blood coming out from his lip. He sucks on it, smirking when the other starts rolling his hips on top of him.

A low moan escapes past Jeongguk’s lips because hell, there’s no denying how good Taehyung is with his body.

He throws his head back as his hands tighten the grip on his sides. “You drive me fucking insane.”

“You talk like you’re in love with me.” Taehyung snorts, sucking on his lower lip as a bit of blood is still coming out from it.

Taehyung then looks at him, arching his back when he feels Jeongguk’s hands on his back. Their foreheads press against one another as Taehyung whispers, “It’s starting to get embarrassing, Jeon.” barely audible, almost coy in his manners.

Jeongguk snickers at that, holding eye contact with him as he whispers, “You wish I was, don’t you?” right back above his lips.

“Shut the fuck up.” Taehyung says before slotting their lips together in a messy kiss, so messy that their saliva is all over the place. At this point, neither of them cares, all too consumed.

Jeongguk slides one of his hands downwards, gripping one cheek as the other arches his back more. “Lube and condom.”

He doesn’t even know how Taehyung does it, but without even detaching his body from Jeongguk’s, he takes the lube and the condom and hands them to Jeongguk. 

Without pulling away from the messy and hungry kiss they’re sharing, Jeongguk squeezes a great amount of lube in his hand and warms it up before bringing it near Taehyung’s entrance, smearing a lot on it so that it’s easier to work with, while his other hand goes back to his side.

The moment his lubed finger starts to slowly push in, Taehyung pulls away from the kiss and throws his head back, hissing and moaning.

“More, Jeongguk.” Taehyung groans, trying his best to push himself down Jeongguk’s finger. “You know I can take more. C’mon.”

“I know you can.” Jeongguk murmurs, leaning forward as he presses his lips against Taehyung’s sweaty neck. “You’re so good for me.”

His cock achingly twitches under Taehyung’s ass. Jeongguk takes that’s his clue to open up the other and fuck him senseless. 

Jeongguk delivers.

As always.

He adds another finger and works them in and out of Taehyung, opening him up more.

Taehyung’s forefingers sink into Jeongguk’s shoulders. As he looks down, Jeongguk gazes upwards, meeting Taehyung’s tearful eyes. 

Jeongguk grunts at the intensity Taehyung’s expression holds and that’s when both of them lean in at the same time, pressing their lips together yet another time.

Jeongguk knows that Taehyung needs to be widened out more. He’s also aware the other's hungry for his cock, so he slides the condom down his length, spreading a great deal of lube across himself and a bit more on his hole, at last aligning his tip to Taehyung’s greed.

“It took you way too long.”

“Shut the fuck up, Kim.”

Jeongguk pushes all of his length in. Only when he’s sure Taehyung’s accustomed to his length does he start slamming his hips erratically, trying his best to ruin Taehyung for anyone else. 

Soon enough, the boy in his lap starts meeting Jeongguk’s pace. 

Jeongguk leans back a tad, holding himself up on his elbows as he watches Taehyung ride him, hoistering himself on Jeongguk’s shoulders. And he might hate the boy’s guts, but fuck if Jeongguk loves the sight in front of him. 

Taehyung moans as he moves his hips up and down, soon changing to circling movements just to repeat all of it, swallowing Jeongguk’s cock whole with his ass. “Fuck. You’ve edged me so much, I’m so fucking close already.”

“You can come whenever.” Jeongguk blurts out, throwing his head back as he moans, meeting his hips more times than he can count. Then, to save his ass, he adds, “You lost your fucking cool the moment I stepped into your dorm.”

“Fuck you, Jeon.” Groaning, Taehyung throws his head back, his nails sinking into Jeongguk’s skin and he’s sure he’s leaving his marks on him but right now, he doesn’t give a damn. “You and your goddamn control.”

“Doesn’t change—fuck—the fact that you’re powerless against me. I have control.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night.”

Soon enough, Jeongguk’s lower stomach contracts, already so close.

Taehyung’s body starts trembling soonafter. They’re both reaching their climax, and fast, too.

Taehyung keeps riding him and Jeongguk keeps meeting him somewhere halfway with unfocused thrusts through ragged breaths, the way Taehyung moans injecting arousal into Jeongguk’s veins. 

A few more and they’ve both cum rather loudly. Taehyung flops against Jeongguk, seemingly helpless and spent. 

His forehead presses against Jeongguk’s shoulder as they both pant, and he doesn’t even know why, but both his hands meet behind Taehyung’s neck and he starts caressing his spine, up and down, like he wants to soothe him.

“You can wash here if you need to before you go.”

Jeongguk hums. 

It shouldn’t sting, and he shouldn’t have expected anything more than just that. Of course he would be leaving soon after fucking him, what was he thinking?

But why does his chest feel heavy? 

Get a fucking grip on yourself, you asshole.

So, after taking a shower and borrowing a pair of Taehyung’s underwear, Jeongguk dresses up again and simply leaves while Taehyung takes a shower.

—

The crowd is cheering so loud as Jeongguk manages to make the ball enter the net before halftime kicks in, securing at least one fucking point for his team.

They clap their hands, giving high-fives to each other and leaving Jeongguk out of it, like they’ve been the ones to score the team a fucking goal.

Sure, this match is nothing more than just practice for the big game that’s to come next year—something SNU and Yonsei have agreed upon: to at least have three to four practice matches before the Big One comes around.

Sure, he shouldn’t be this fucking pissed, but Jeongguk can’t help it.

His head is pulsing, his teammates are playing poorly and he’s sure the Golden Boys are gonna lose today. 

He’s been trying so hard to lead them for the last two months, to make sure they were ready for today’s match—but, alas, when Jeongguk’s not met halfway, he doesn’t care about where his teammates have left off.

That’s on them. 

Nevertheless Jeongguk’s gonna take the blow of the loss. He will bow his head and accept defeat—like he always does when they lose—because the Golden Boys didn’t care to listen to him when they were practicing and, again, it fucking shows.

They can hate Jeongguk all they want, but as the team captain, he knows where they are lacking. He knows that if something doesn’t go as planned, Coach Park will take it out on him if he’s in a bad mood.

But oh, of course they fucking know. And Jeongguk also knows just how much they enjoy it. To see him being scolded, to see him take accountability just so the team doesn’t suffer as much.

What they don’t seem to understand, though, is that if Jeongguk goes down, the Golden Boys go down with him. Most of the team might not stand each other, but on the fucking field they’re one.

In all honesty it serves them right.

Always pathetically crying about how Jeongguk’s leadership sucks and that’s why they don’t ever get better like they aren’t supposed to put some fucking effort while practicing, too. Like they don’t need to practice more to fucking improve.

Fucking losers.

The match against Yonsei University’s soccer team has been what Jeongguk focused on the most in the past two months, trying his best to improve himself and the team—but his own efforts have been discarded by his teammates. 

At the end of the day, Jeongguk will take the final blow.

Either from Coach Park or… yeah.

Coach Park knows that Jeongguk is right, but nevertheless, if the team doesn’t perform well enough, then it means that Jeongguk has been lacking in leadership and he can’t do anything if not agree.

Jeongguk tries his very best till the last second to score another goal, the very last one that would be needed to defeat their rival team.

But Jeongguk knows he’s going to lose the very moment he feels someone’s leg sliding between his, trying to steal the ball from behind, hot breath against his nape, and that’s when Jeongguk realizes that he is doomed.

The match soon comes to an end.

He already sees what the people from the Journalism Team of their university will write in one of their articles: The match that took place last Sunday between Yonsei University’s team and Seoul National University’s team has seen our own soccer team, the Golden Boys under Jeon Jeongguk’s leadership, lose against the Silver Boys, Yonsei University’s soccer team. The captain accepted defeat and bowed his head to the Silver Boys’s captain, Kim Taehyung, who seemed to be having the time of his life since the last match was won by our team. Rumors have it that Jeon Jeongguk has been lacking leadership lately and that’s why the soccer team had a difficult time performing well. Will Jeon Jeongguk, our captain, take accountability and show a different, improved performance next time around?

And Jeongguk will roll his eyes at that, like he always does. Fuck the Journalism Team and his teammates.

As per usual, both captains walk towards the center of the field and Jeongguk can already see Taehyung’s cocky smirk as they stop right in front of one another.

There's something in the way Taehyung looks at him that angers Jeongguk in a way he’s not able to explain—he just feels the urge to slam the other against the nearest wall and fuck him silly. 

Taehyung clears his throat, the smirk still on his face when he holds his hand out to him. “Nice match, Jeon.”

“Fuck you, Kim,” Jeongguk snorts, taking his hand and shaking it. He gulps down his ego before he eventually says, “Congrats on the win.”

Taehyung tilts his head, taking his lower lip between his teeth. “It stings, doesn’t it?”

He recalls himself using the same words last time they fucked, two months ago, when he was the one who brought the Golden Boys to victory. Taehyung knows how to get on his nerves, but he also knows how to get him horny, so he will give him that.

It’s an unspoken rule that somehow ended up being routine for them, to hookup at every end-of-game.

No matter the outcome—they’ll endlessly tease the fuck out of each other.

Jeongguk tsks, looking at him. “Don’t get too cocky with me, Kim Taehyung. You know I’m capable of making you regret it.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung wraps his fingers around Jeongguk’s wrist, a smirk still present on his face as Jeongguk’s eyes focus on the other’s movements. His index caresses the inner part of his wrist and when Jeongguk looks up, Taehyung is already looking at him. “Why don’t you show it to me?”

“Gladly, Kim.” Jeongguk winks at him before dropping the other’s hand and bowing to the Silver Boys, congratulating them even if it does sting, before returning to his team and walking towards the locker rooms.

As soon as he walks in, he is met with judging looks and he does his best to shrug them off, but he’s known for putting them in their places when they think they already are. 

So Jeongguk stops in front of them, folding his arms on top of his chest. “Anything y’all got to say?”

For quite some time, no one answers. They all just stare at each other, not really knowing what to say or do. And for once, Jeongguk really thinks they’re reflecting on their mistakes and want to voice them out so they can work on them together, as a team, but of course it’s not like that.

Siwoo, his admirer—as Jeongguk’s roommate likes to call him—is the first to actually come forward and Jeongguk already knows nothing about the team is going to come out of his mouth.

Jeongguk knows Siwoo will only blame him, but he also knows that it comes from a place of insecurity because Jeongguk got what he wanted.

Be Golden Boys' Captain.

“You need to do better, dear Captain.” Siwoo says, trying to be smug about it when in reality he’s just pissed off about Coach Park choosing Jeongguk over Siwoo as the leader.

“Siwoo-yah,” Jeongguk chuckles, looking at him as what he just said didn’t faze him at all. “Don’t you think that, if you did a fucking better job at what you do, Coach Park would’ve chosen you instead?”

“Fucking piece of shit.” Siwoo laughs, clapping his hands like Jeongguk said the funniest thing ever. “He chose you because he pities you.”

“Whatever’s the reason,” Jeongguk says, walking towards Siwoo. “It doesn’t change the fact that I’m still the captain. And you fucking need to respect that, asshole.”

Siwoo laughs at that, pumping his chest as he looks at Jeongguk. “You know damn well I’m better than you.”

“Then fucking act like you really are. How did you play today?” Jeongguk scoffs. “And I’ll be very honest: you fucking sucked. Most of you did.”

Siwoo chuckles, walking dangerously close to Jeongguk and, to be honest, that wouldn’t be his first rodeo. Being beaten by the latter. But still, he doesn’t back off. Jeongguk maintains eye contact and shoots one of his eyebrows up, challenging him.

“You can’t even deny it.” Jeongguk is the one to fucking laugh this time, because Siwoo keeps intimidating Jeongguk—or trying to—not really being able to word out how right Jeongguk is.

So, he steps back and looks at his teammates. “I don’t care if you don’t like me. It’s fucking mutual.” Jeongguk snorts, crossing his arms as he looks at each and every player in front of him. “But on the damn field, we’re a fucking team. We should fucking work together! Do you understand?”

All of them side-eye each other, some of them take a deep breath before nodding their head along Jeongguk’s words.

That is until one of them, the one that probably doesn’t hate Jeongguk at all, Ren, speaks up, “I’m sorry, Cap. You’re right and I know not all of us will take accountability, but I should’ve put more effort into practice.”

Jeongguk smiles at him. “Thank you, Ren. You just need to be more confident in regards to your footwork, because you’re fucking good, but I’d say you were one of the very few who tried to actually play well. Keep up the good work.”

Ren bows at him and Jihyun, Luca, Marcus and Dowon follow his steps and each of them say how sorry they are and that they will be better next time.

It’s not that Jeongguk doesn’t believe them, but as the team Captain, he needs to actually make sure they’re gonna act on their words, so for now he’ll try to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Siwoo, along with his group of friends, scoff but Jeongguk doesn’t let him talk.

“The five of you,” Jeongguk nods towards Siwoo, Minhyun, Sihyun, Alex and Juhoon. “Get your fucking shit together before the next game, yeah? I don’t want to lose again because you fuckers can’t put effort into something you claim to love and to be better at than others.”

They don’t have a chance to answer, because Coach Park enters the locker room then and his stern voice is enough to make him shiver. “Boys.”

The fuckers straighten their back as they pile up in front of Coach Park and none of them dares say a fucking word. 

Fucking hilarious, really.

“Although y’all don’t even deserve it, I saw some of you actually try. I’m sure you know who you are—” Coach Park looks at him, Ren, Jihyun, Luca, Marcus and Dowon, “Good work today. But let’s do better next time, yeah?”

The six of them bow to Coach Park and share shy smiles between each other, even though they know Coach’s mad. 

Rightfully so.

“Choi Siwoo.” Coach Park calls out. 

Siwoo takes a step forward. “Yes, Coach-nim.”

“I get that you resent me because you were not chosen as the captain of this team. I get it.” Coach Park says, walking closer to him just like Siwoo did with Jeongguk moments before. “If we were to take into account the way you treat your teammates—excluding your dogs, of course—would you, Choi Siwoo, have been the right choice to fucking lead this team?”

“I—”

“I get it. Y’all are angry because you lost. Fair.” Coach Park says, looking at his teammates before turning his gaze to Siwoo’s face. “Jeongguk might get on your nerves. But it’s thanks to his leadership that y’all got this far. You included, Siwoo. You sucked ass when you started, and you still do. Less than before, sure. But you know that’s thanks to Jeongguk. You fucking know, Siwoo-yah.”

Jeongguk side-eyes Siwoo, who has his jaw set and his hands are twitching, like he wants to punch Coach Park’s face right now.

Nevertheless, Siwoo bows his head to Coach Park. “I’m sorry, Coach. I’ll perform better next time.”

“Fucking great.” Coach Park sighs. “But I’m not the one you should apologize to.”

Siwoo scoffs. “With all due respect, Coach, but I’ll not apologize to freaking Jeon Jeongguk.”

“It’s either that,” Coach Park warns, walking so close to him that Siwoo starts backing off. “Or you get benched. Or, better than that, you get fucking replaced. How about that, Siwoo?”

“You can’t do that, Coach. My father—”

“I don’t give a damn about who your father is.” Some teammates snort, tired of Siwoo using the same lame excuse. I’m the Principal's Son. Jeongguk would like to tell him that no one gives a fuck and that’s the sole reason why he’s on the soccer team at all. “He also knows the way you behave, so if I were you, I’d fucking apologize right now.”

Jaw set, Siwoo walks towards Jeongguk, stopping once he’s right in front of him. He tries his best not to laugh, but he’s having the time of his life right now.

Siwoo clears his voice. “I’m sorry, Cap. I’ll do better next time.”

Coach Park chuckles. “Go on.”

“What else should I fucking apologize about?”

“Language, Choi.” Coach Park warns. “Apologize.”

Siwoo sighs, cursing under his breath before he looks at Jeongguk again. “I’m sorry for the way I behaved. Won’t happen again.”

Jeongguk nods as Coach Park sighs. “You don’t even believe it yourself, Siwoo-yah. Might start acting like you fucking do. Now, go fucking home, you assholes.”

Coach Park then exits the locker room and the air is fucking thick around them, but none of them even tries to utter a fucking word.

Jeongguk decides to dismiss them, watching them either take their bags and leave or take their spare clothes to take a quick shower before some of them bow again to Jeongguk and wish him a good night.

He’s taking off his t-shirt when he hears the locker room door opening, revealing Taehyung behind it. 

He whistles as he looks at Jeongguk’s body and he’s so fucking unserious that it is a wonder how he’s able to steal a smile from Jeongguk right now.

But then, Taehyung looks at Jeongguk’s tired face and something akin to worry paints his face for the briefest moment. “Fucking hell. They drained you, huh?”

“Well,” Jeongguk chuckles, taking off his shorts, stealing a glance at Taehyung that is very much looking at him. Or well, at what lies behind his boxers. “They’re kind of the reason you won.”

“Aw,” Taehyung comes closer, biting his lower lip as he stops in front of him. One of his hands goes up to rest on Jeongguk’s chest, caressing it as he whispers, “Still stings, big boy?” with his deep voice.

Jeongguk’s arm instinctively wraps around Taehyung’s waist, burying his face in the crook of the other’s neck. “It fucking burns.”

Taehyung hums as Jeongguk walks them forward, making the other walk backwards making Taehyung’s back hit the lockers, stopping right in that moment. 

Some noise escapes past Taehyung’s lips and Jeongguk is soon to attach his mouth against his rival’s neck, starting to leave a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses.

“Mhm.” Taehyung moans against the shell of Jeongguk’s ear, the hand he had on his chest sliding up to wrap around Jeongguk’s nape. “It turns me on so bad.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk chuckles, sliding one of his legs in between Taehyung’s already parted ones. It makes his dick twitch, the way Taehyung was already anticipating it. “Seeing me lose turns you on?”

“Fuck if it does.” Taehyung moans, the grip behind his nape tightening and Jeongguk has to control himself, especially when Taehyung’s dick twitches against his lower stomach. “Look at you, all pouty because the Golden Boys couldn’t prove themselves on the field today.”

Jeongguk bites down on his neck purposely, loving the way Taehyung hisses at the contact. “Shut up, Kim.”

“Thank God I’m your rival, baby.” Taehyung says, his hand still on Jeongguk’s nape as he hisses at another bite Jeongguk gives to his neck. “Fuck—You’re kind of hot when you get all mad and bossy with them. With Choi Siwoo, especially. Are you sure he doesn’t like you?”

Jeongguk snorts. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“That’s good.” Taehyung murmurs, yanking Jeongguk’s head back as his free hand travels to Jeongguk’s waist, manhandling him so that now Jeongguk is the one being slammed against the lockers. “At least he won’t get dicked down as good as I do.”

Jeongguk chuckles, unwrapping his arms from Taehyung’s waist. “Thank you for the compliment, baby.”

“Don’t act so surprised.” Taehyung whispers above his lips, taking Jeongguk’s lower lip between his teeth and pulling, making Jeongguk strangle out a moan. “It’s no wonder I keep coming back to you. No one fucks me the way you fuck me. You know why?”

Jeongguk smirks, looking up at him before taking Taehyung by the nape, whispering  “Because I fucking mean it,” into his mouth and crashing their lips together.

Taehyung hums, breathes in the kiss as Jeongguk groans, pressing his body against Taehyung’s, making him feel just how hard he is.

And he isn’t surprised to feel it, when Taehyung’s hard-on presses against Jeongguk’s own, making both of them groan against each other’s mouth.

Jeongguk’s grip on Taehyung’s nape becomes tighter, pressing him achingly closer to himself and moaning when the other starts pushing his hips against Jeongguk’s.

He takes Taehyung’s lower lip between his teeth and sucks, thrusting his hips forward so that he gets some friction from it, too.

“Fuck,” Taehyung’s pants, pulling away just so he can press his lips against Jeongguk’s neck, leaving a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses, his hand roaming all over Jeongguk’s chest, waist and his back. “You drive me insane.”

Jeongguk moans when Taehyung’s hand palms his hard cock, pressing harder against his body as he bites on Jeongguk’s neck. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your team?”

Taehyung chuckles, biting Jeongguk’s neck once more before dropping to his knees, taking off his underwear, making Jeongguk gasp. “And lose a chance of getting fucked?”

“You sure are something else.” Jeongguk says, cracking a laugh before his breath gets caught as Taehyung takes his cock with one of his hands. “Fuck.”

Taehyung hums, teasing him as he presses his thumb to the tip of his dick, smearing pre-cum across it. Jeongguk moans again, throwing his head back when Taehyung presses his lips against Jeongguk’s cock, licking the tip. “I never turn down a great fuck.”

He gulps down, especially when Taehyung pats the outer part of his thighs. That’s his way to ask Jeongguk to look down at him as he takes him in his mouth. 

And so, Jeongguk simply does.

Jeongguk slowly looks down at him, taking in the scenery presenting itself to him. At the same time, Taehyung looks up with his hooded eyes and both of them make sure to maintain eye-contact as Taehyung takes Jeongguk’s cock in his mouth and moans around it.

Jeongguk keeps his eyes on him the whole time, moaning when Taehyung starts sucking on his cock harder, his hands going up to grab Jeongguk’s ass and God, does Jeongguk love the sensation of his hands on him.

“I’m starting to think you don’t actually hate me,” Jeongguk groans when Taehyung takes his cock with his hand, pumping it as he keeps sucking on him. “You’re way too obsessed with me.”

Taehyung almost chokes on it when he goes deeper than he intended to, and Jeongguk fucking loves it. 

To have power over him, to make that kind of effect on Taehyung—to know Jeongguk has it. 

The ‘I-can’t-fucking-stand-you feeling’ might be strong, because never in his life has Jeongguk despised someone more. But to see Taehyung this consumed and powerless in front of him might be just as strong.

Jeongguk fucking craves control and Taehyung lets him have it.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” Jeongguk gasps as he takes Taehyung’s chin with his thumb and index, making the other pop off from his dick before he pushes him up by the chin. “Face the lockers, pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung lets out as Jeongguk steps aside, going to his bag to take a condom and lube. 

When he returns to him, Taehyung is already almost naked. The only thing left on him is his own jersey.

“Is that some kink of yours?” Jeongguk chuckles, positioning himself behind Taehyung. “You want me to fuck you with your jersey on?”

Taehyung shrugs, turning his head as he looks at him innocently. “It would be hotter if it was yours.”

As soon as the picture is clear in Jeongguk’s mind and it makes his cock twitch, he doesn’t waste his time. He just takes his own jersey, handing it out to Taehyung, smirking. “Go on, then. Wear it.”

Taehyung mirrors his smirk, taking off his own jersey and taking his time folding out Jeongguk’s own before wearing it, making sure Jeongguk’s mouth waters at the sight of his body and tattoos splattered all over it.

They’re tiny. Nothing that takes too much room on his skin but every one is so well designed that sometimes, when Jeongguk finds himself staring at them, he wishes he had designed some of them.

Taehyung is so damn beautiful that it drives Jeongguk insane. And the fact that he gets to fuck him? Cherry on fucking top.

“Like what you see, loser?” Taehyung whispers and Jeongguk can’t help himself when he slams him against the lockers and kisses him again. “Needy, needy boy.” He taunts.

“Very.” He whispers on his lips.

They keep kissing for a bit but then both of them grow impatient so Jeongguk manhandles Taehyung, making him face the lockers as he starts leaving a wet trail of open mouthed kisses on his nape and shoulder blade.

Jeongguk presses himself against Taehyung’s back, his cock barely touches his ass when the other boy opens his legs wider, letting Jeongguk slide his cock between his thighs.

“Should punish you for tackling me before,” Jeongguk whispers right against his ear, pressing harder against him as he moves his hips forward, fucking Taehyung’s thigh. A moan leaves his lips when Taehyung actually tightens his legs the more Jeongguk fucks in between.

“Next time I’ll do worse, then.” Taehyung moans, pushing his head against the lockers. He reaches for the lube and opens it up, squishing a lot of it into his fingers.

The moment Jeongguk grips Taehyung’s hip, the other moans loudly while he starts spreading his ass cheeks, his index finger soon finding his rim.

“Next time you’ll be the one to lose,” Jeongguk whispers against his skin, biting Taehyung’s shoulder. “I’ll make sure of that.”

Before Taehyung can even utter a word, Jeongguk pushes his lubed finger in at the same time as he presses his lips against Taehyung’s nape.

“If your teammates—fuck—” Taehyung groans, pushing his ass further into Jeongguk’s fingers as he keeps fucking him open. “Allow you, then be my fucking guest, baby.”

“Don’t underestimate me, pretty boy.” Jeongguk grunts when Taehyung clenches around his fingers, his free hand soon finding the condom, handing it out to the Silver Boy. “Open it for me.”

Taehyung turns his face around, taking the wrapper with his teeth and holding it with his hand before unwrapping it. “I’m ready, Jeon.”

“Cool.” Jeongguk hums, biting his shoulder before chuckling. “But I’ll take my time nevertheless.”

Jeongguk smirks as he slowly wraps the condom on his achingly hard cock and even if it hurts like a bitch from how hard he is, Jeongguk ignores it.

Instead, he sinks on his knees and takes Taehyung by the hips, steading him. “Enjoy, pretty boy.” He whispers before diving in, taking out his tongue and teasing Taehyung’s already abused rim with it.

The moan that escapes past Taehyung’s lips sends a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine, humming against his ass as Taehyung pushes it back to get more friction from Jeongguk’s tongue.

“You should put your tongue to good use more often—” Taehyung blurs out, groaning when one of Jeongguk’s hands reaches forward and takes his cock with it, pressing his thumb to the tip already covered with precum. “Fuck.”

“Talk less, Kim.” Jeongguk mumbles against his ass, eating him out for a bit more before standing up on his feet and spreading his cheeks, starting to push his cock in.

Jeongguk can hear the sounds Taehyung is making and it’s no fucking wonder the way his cock twitches once it’s fully in, given the way the Silver Boy is clenching and unclenching like a madman around him.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?” Jeongguk chuckles once he starts pushing his hips against Taehyung’s back, tightly grabbing the other’s hips as Taehyung throws his head back, falling against Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Hm?” Jeongguk nudges against his ear. “Did I successfully shut you the fuck up?”

Taehyung groans as Jeongguk slams his hips harder, fucking him relentlessly, hiding his face in the crook of the other’s neck, pressing his lips against it before taking Taehyung’s skin between his teeth, sucking into it.

Jeongguk moans when Taehyung pushes his hips back, clenching again around his cock and it makes Jeongguk twitch again inside him, groaning against Taehyung’s neck when he suddenly pulls away.

“Sit down, Golden Boy.” Taehyung says, his voice suddenly deeper and Jeongguk almost moans.

Jeongguk maintains eye contact as he walks backwards, stopping when he feels the edge of the bench hitting his legs. He smirks, sitting down as he lets Taehyung slide between his parted legs.

“And what do you think you’re doing now, Silver Boy, huh?” Jeongguk tilts his head, holding himself up with his arms behind him.

“I’m gonna make you lose your mind.” Taehyung simply states, straddling his lap as his hands settle on Jeongguk’s shoulders. “You’ll only ever think of me whenever you fuck someone else.”

Jeongguk chuckles. “Wouldn’t be so sure if I were you, but sure, pretty. Make me lose my mind, if you can.”

Taehyung smirks, bringing one of his arms behind him as he takes Jeongguk’s cock and aligns it to his entrance, slowly sliding into it while maintaining eye contact with Jeongguk.

And that alone could drive Jeongguk insane, if he were to be honest. But Taehyung doesn’t need to know, no. It would just lead him to think he has power over Jeongguk and that’s not it at all.

Jeongguk and Taehyung have never really questioned what they’re doing. They don’t like each other, absolutely not.

He kind of feels the rivalry since they’re always put against each other, and that might be one of the reasons why they don’t really get along—they always tease each other, always trying to rile the other up even when they go out with their friend group, because sadly they do share the same group of friends.

Sure, Taehyung is hot as fuck and Jeongguk is very attracted to him physically, he won’t deny such at thing because it’s pretty obvious—otherwise he wouldn’t be fucking Taehyung whenever he gets a chance—but that’s it.

There’s nothing more to it and he’s sure both of them have never thought about talking it out because sex is their communication. 

They fuck the steam out and go back to despising each other and being rivals.

Jeongguk’s breath gets caught when Taehyung starts bouncing on his cock, his hands gripping Jeongguk’s shoulder as one of his arms slides around Taehyung’s waist, the other still behind his back holding himself.

“Now who’s tongue did the cat get, mmh?”

Jeongguk doesn’t answer, he just smirks and lets Taehyung have his moment, riding his cock like he’s just made for it. And, sexually speaking, he has to admit that Taehyung is made just for him.

He’s had his fair share of one night stands, he likes having sex and doesn’t restrain himself, but… no one truly feels like Taehyung does whenever they fuck.

“Don’t speak too soon, pretty boy.” Jeongguk groans, slamming his hips right back, holding him into place with his hands on his waist. 

Taehyung leans forward and Jeongguk’s mouth is just below the other’s ear, so he turns his face and whispers, “You might regret it.”

Taehyung throws his head back as his nails sink into Jeongguk’s shoulders, making him moan from the pleasure. “Shut the fuck up, Jeon.”

“Make me.” Jeongguk challenges, still fucking into him. This time it’s him who throws his head back, groaning loudly as his hips fasten.

But his head is yanked right into its position by Taehyung who grabs him by his hair, their foreheads pressed together as the other takes Jeongguk’s lower lip between his teeth.

He bites it so hard that Jeongguk almost tastes his own blood, but Taehyung is quick to suck on it before connecting their lips in a heated kiss. He must be fucking losing it because suddenly he feels it.

He feels how close both of them are so Jeongguk stands up with Taehyung between his arms, walking towards the showers and starting the one they entered, slamming—gently—the other against the cold wall and when they’re both hit by the hot water falling on top of them, they both hiss but don’t stop kissing one bit.

Jeongguk and Taehyung both moan at the same time and suddenly, he realizes Taehyung could come untouched—and although it would make Jeongguk’s ego burst, he knows how bad it hurts for him and how sensitive he gets.

So Jeongguk secures one of his arms around Taehyung’s waist, sliding back in into him and while the other keeps grasping for air between Jeongguk’s lips, his free hand comes between their bodies and takes in Taehyung’s flushed cock, his thumb teasing the tip. He groans when he hears Taehyung grasping for air.

“That’s right, baby.” Jeongguk smirks, his hips still slamming against Taehyung’s ass and that’s when the other wraps his legs tighter around Jeongguk’s waist, Taehyung’s fingers sinking on his shoulders.

Jeongguk starts moving his hand up and down along his length, going quite fast—almost as fast as his hips.

“Jeongguk.” Taehyung moans, his head hitting the wall of the shower, not caring about the water hitting his face.

Jeongguk keeps going, understanding by the way Taehyung’s body is shaking how close he is to reach his climax, so he fastens his hand’s movements alongside his hips.

Heat spreads itself in the lower part of Jeongguk’s stomach, warning him about how he’s close just the same.

“Fuck. Jeon—” A few more thrusts with his hips is all it takes for Taehyung to come between them, the water washing his cum away just as it lands on their torsos.

He moans loudly, feeling his cock twitching inside him and a few seconds later, Jeongguk comes inside the condom, too. “Fuck.”

Taehyung slowly unwraps his legs from Jeongguk’s waist as he slowly slides out from inside him. Taehyung is soon standing with his own legs and he feels the sudden warmth of another body slipping away from his heated skin.

They look at each other for the briefest moment but then Taehyung clears his throat, not knowing what to do with himself.

“You can shower here.” Jeongguk suggests.

Taehyung hums. “I don’t have my spare clothes here, though.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “If you guarantee me that you’re gonna give them back, I could lend you some clothes.”

Taehyung snorts, crossing his arms above his chest. “And what would I do with them if not returning them to you, Jeon?”

“I don’t know, you wanted to be fucked in my jersey, that is now wet, because you find it hot.” Jeongguk shrugs, walking closer to Taehyung as the other maintains eye contact. “Who’s gonna assure me you’re not gonna jerk off with my t-shirt on because you miss my cock, huh?”

“Thanks for the idea.” Taehyung smirks, winking at Jeongguk. “I will definitely do that.”

“Kim—I swear to fucking God.”

“Relax, Jeon.” Taehyung chuckles. “I won’t jerk off with your shirt on, don’t worry.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and steps aside, taking a towel so that Taehyung can have a shower for himself. Warm water is going to be cut soon and Jeongguk is going straight to his dormitory so he can just shower once he’s back.

As soon as Jeongguk is done wearing his spare clothes, he takes another pair of shorts and a black t-shirt and leaves it on the bench.

He’s combing the towel between his hair when Taehyung exits the shower and walks straight to him, cleaning himself before wearing Jeongguk’s clothes that are slightly bigger on Taehyung but they suit—What the fuck is that, Jeongguk?

Jeongguk is taking his bag and walking towards the door when Taehyung calls him.

“Hey, Golden Boy.”

Jeongguk turns around. “Hm?”

Taehyung doesn’t look at him, no. But Jeongguk doesn’t miss what Taehyung says. 

“Not gonna let anyone else fuck me for the time being,” The Silver Boy walks past him and whispers, “Do with that what you will.” Before exiting the locker room first.

Did Taehyung just indirectly ask Jeongguk to become… fuck buddies?

What the hell, sure.

🥅

Jeongguk is so tired he could literally sleep for the next forty-eight hours, as he finally has some free time from practice.

As soon as he enters his dorm, he sees Mina, Mingyu and Jihyo watching some films on the big TV they have in their living room.

“The Silver Boys beat your ass, huh?” Mingyu snorts as he turns his head towards Jeongguk, who is letting his bag fall on the ground before walking towards them, sitting in between Mingyu and Mina and resting his head on her shoulder.

“We agreed to not tease him, you asshole!” Jihyo says, turning around so she can slap Mingyu’s leg as she rolls her eyes. “Don’t mind him, baby boy.”

At the same time, Jeongguk, Mina and Mingyu make gag sounds at the baby boy escaping past Jihyo’s lips. “I get that Sana must like it, noona. But please, don’t ever call me that ever again.”

Jihyo rolls her eyes, resting her head back on Mingyu's legs. “So?” She pushes. “Why did you lose?”

Jeongguk snorts. “Why did you fail your test, then?”

“Yah!” Jihyo turns around again, pointing her index finger at him. “That one still hurts. You know how hard I tried for that goddamn test—”

“Like you know how hard I tried for this match.” Jeongguk points out and then, he just shrugs. “We just lost.”

“You were great, though.” Jihyo comforts him, caressing his knee before turning her attention to the film.

“Mhm. But apparently, I wasn’t enough.”

“Bullshit.” Mina says, sighing. “You know you’re more than enough. Your teammates are just… mid compared to you.”

Jeongguk shrugs again as Mingyu agrees, going on about how Siwoo fucking sucks and how he could probably be better than him on the field, standing up and trying to do some tricks with his feet to impress them before falling with his ass down.

“That one didn’t go as I’d imagined it to go.” Mingyu says and the four of them burst out laughing at that. Jeongguk is so glad he has the three of them with him—although they know more about his sex life (not even his group of friends know half the things they know) than they should’ve, he is so glad he met them.

Mingyu stands up and walks towards the kitchen, taking four bottles of beer and handing one each to them once he returns to the living room.

“We saw Kim Taehyung tackling you.” Mingyu says and Jeongguk rolls his eyes, knowing where the conversation is going. “That was hot as fuck.”

“I hate men,” Jihyo says, shaking her head as she opens her bottle of beer. “But I do agree. He did that on purpose.”

Mingyu snorts, shrugging before sipping his beer. “Or maybe he wanted to get fucked.”

Jeongguk groans, closing his eyes as he shakes his head. “Mina-yah, say something.”

Mina chuckles. “Let Jeongguk be, c’mon.”

Jeongguk closes his eyes as he feels Mina’s fingers combing through his damp hair, a bit tangled because he didn’t shampoo them.

“Thanks.” Jeongguk sighs, sipping his beer as Mingyu leans closer to him, poking his ribs.

“You fucked him, didn’t you?”

“Why?” Jeongguk turns his head around to look at him. “Want me to fuck you too?”

“First of all, I would be the one fucking you.” Mingyu says and the three of them look at him like he just said the dumbest thing ever.

Jeongguk makes some gagging sounds before shaking his head. “I would never hook up with you, Mingyu. Sorry.”

Mingyu rolls his eyes at that and sighs. “Second of all, you just confirmed you did.”

“So what?” Jeongguk sips his beer, stating the obvious next. “It’s just sex.”

“I said the same thing after hooking up with Sana once, look at us now.” Jihyo sighs, dramatically leaning back against Mingyu’s legs with her arms spread to reach till Mina’s legs. “It’s never just sex, Jeongguk-ah.”

“For starters, I’m not interested in relationships,” Jeongguk states for the hundredth time. “And, it is just sex. Hate sex, if you will.”

Mingyu leans back on the couch, shrugging. “That’s what they say before falling in love with the same person they swore to hate.”

“Now you’re just making it about yourself.” Jeongguk huffs at the same time Jihyo rolls her eyes, tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.

Mina untangles her fingers from Jeongguk’s hair just to lean a bit forward and smack Mingyu’s head, making him go ‘Ow’, resulting in Jeongguk and Jihyo bursting out laughing. 

You never know what to expect from Mina.

“Just because it happened to you and Wonwoo doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen to everyone else, loser.”

“See?” Jeongguk says, still chuckling. “That’s why Minari is my favorite.”

“Weird.” Mingyu snorts, caressing the back of his head as Jihyo keeps laughing, high-fiving Mina. “Considering she realized she likes women after hooking up with you.”

At that, Jihyo laughs louder. “Damn, Mingyu’s on fire tonight.”

“I already knew I liked women, you dumbass.” Mina rolls her eyes, leaning forward again just for Mingyu to dodge whatever she was gonna do. “Bisexuality exists. And having a preference has nothing to do with us hooking up.”

“And also,” Jeongguk is the one to slap his head this time. “We were naïve. It was ages ago, so let that go, yeah?”

“Is it ‘Let’s Endlessly Beat Mingyu Up Today’ and I wasn’t informed or what?”

They bicker a bit more before Jeongguk stands up and goes to take a shower, wanting nothing more than his bed right now.

Clearly, his group of friends have a different plan if spamming their group chat is anything to go by.

방탄방

jimin hyung
wassuppppp
is someone free say yes please
i’m bored :(((((

yoongi hyung
busy 

hoseok hyung
he’s not he’s just lazy as fuck

seokjin hyung
have someone over
gonna mute the chat
get some action too what the fuck

kim
already did thank you very much

namjoon hyung
tmi ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

jeongguk
i’m tired as fuck sorry hyung

kim
he’s probably crying in his room because he lost
poor little golden boy what’s he gonna do now 🥺🥺🥺🥺

jeongguk
you would like that wouldn’t you

kim
very much, yeah

jimin hyung
are you two flirting or what

kim
ew

jeongguk
that’s my cue
i’m gonna throw up

jimin hyung
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ idiot
alright let’s go out tomorrow
please please please please?

hoseok hyung
ugh fine

yoongi hyung
he’s acting like he doesn’t want to but he’s squealing like a little girl who just got asked out
also do you like to beg jimin
because it turns hoseok on

hoseok hyung
what the fuck hyung

jimin hyung
why would you know what turns hoseokie hyung on lol

yoongi hyung
because we hooked up when we were younger…?

hoseok hyung
why would you say that ahahahahahhaaha
don’t be silly ahahahhahahaha
😊😊😊😊😊

jimin hyung
oh
i didn’t know lol

hoseok hyung
jimin…
are you mad at me 😔

namjoon hyung
are they that oblivious 🤨

jeongguk
painfully so hyung
alright see ya tomorrow

After taking a proper shower, Jeongguk falls into his bed and takes his phone, but he regrets unlocking it when he sees the sender of the messages he’s got.

Dad

You should be proving me wrong, shouldn’t you? Instead, every fucking day you remind me just how right I am about it.
I’m disappointed, Jeongguk. 

Jeongguk gulps down the lump that has formed in his throat expecting a call soon from him, but instead, one hour later, Mom appears on his screen. 

He knows that his father might be near, so he shouldn’t let his guard down.

So, he picks up the call with his heart in his throat. “Hello?”

“Jeongguk-ah,” His mother’s voice is always so sweet when it comes to him and Jeongguk thinks he doesn’t really deserve it. 

Not when he’s been disappointing them since he started university. “How are you holding up, honey? Is life in Seoul treating you well? Is it tiring?”

Jeongguk gulps down, his eyes filling with tears. “It’s good, Mom. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Silly. You’re my baby, of course I’m worried about you. Always.” His mother says, letting the silence that follows settle in. After a moment, she speaks again, “I’m sorry.”

“Uh?” Jeongguk shakes his head even though his mother can’t really see him. “About what?”

Jeongguk can hear Dahee sniffing and that alone breaks his heart. He might not show it much, because that’s just how his family has always been—very distant, even though he knows his mother, at least, loves him a lot. 

And maybe he’s in the wrong too, for never showing her love and always being silent when his father talks shit.

“I don’t know.” Dahee whispers. “I just… I feel like I haven’t been a good mother to you.”

“That’s absolutely nonsense.” Jeongguk immediately assures her. He gulps down, and then, “It’s thanks to you if I can even say I have a mother, Mom.”

“The day you came into my life was the most beautiful moment of it all, Jeongguk.” Dahee says and Jeongguk gulps down his tears, not wanting her to hear him breaking down.

So he lets silence fall in and tries his best to recompose himself. He smiles, and then, “I don’t remember much, but I’m sure it was mine, too.”

Dahee chuckles. “I’m sorry I can’t protect you from the harshness of this word. I tried so hard to defend you and tell him how dedicated you are to soccer, but he doesn’t listen to me. He—”

Jeongguk sighs, his head hanging low as he tries to just… breathe. “Again?”

Dahee hums, but she promptly adds, “It’s fine, baby. It’s really fine, I can take it.” His mom says and Jeongguk finds himself shaking his head, thinking it’s not fine because it really isn’t. “But you know how stubborn he is and how once he’s convinced of something, nothing else matters.”

And Jeongguk knows that very well.

He’s been scrutinized by his own father since the moment he came into their world, or well, at least that’s what Jeongguk’s memories tell him.

Even if he knows at first it wasn’t like that, his father has always been… severe with him. For one reason or the other.

Maybe Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but he might think that his father actually resents him—for not being his biological son.

For having been brought into his life only two months after their biological son died. And Jeongguk can’t even start to comprehend what it feels like to lose your ten year old son who was a promising soccer player at such a young age.

But honestly, Jeongguk shouldn’t be bearing his father’s resentment just because they decided to adopt a seven year old who could somehow replace him.

“You don’t have to just sit and take it because of me, Mom.” Jeongguk says, his lower lip trembling as he thinks what he says next, “I’m sorry I can’t protect you from his… outbursts.”

Dahee smiles, Jeongguk can hear it. “It’s not on you, baby.”

“But you don’t deserve it.” Jeongguk goes on, gulping down the tears threatening to fall. “And it’s my fault. If I hadn’t asked you to let me start playing soccer and I didn’t make you lead me on, he would still be… Dad.”

Jeongguk knows that Dahee gets what he’s trying to tell her, but it hurts to know that she just takes the harshness of the world she lives in with his father when she has never done anything wrong to deserve it.

And Jeongguk sometimes believes that maybe it has really been his fault that Dahee hasn’t been able to just… live her life without hurting.

She’s just too good for this goddamn world.

“Nonsense, my love.” Dahee shrugs him off. After a bit of silence, she whispers, “I believe in you. Losing is something all of us go through. Not only in soccer but in our daily life, too. Don’t you think so? And also, you can always try again and win next time, right?”

At that moment, Jeongguk thinks that he just has to win. So that his mom doesn’t have to go through his dad’s outbursts and she doesn’t hurt.

At least Jeongguk hopes he can do it. For her.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can.”

“Okay.” Dahee says, clearing her throat and changing the topic, thinking maybe his father has come into the same room she’s in. “Are you still coming tomorrow for dinner, then?”

“I don’t know, Mom.” Jeongguk honestly says. He doesn’t really want to hear what his father has to say. “I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense. It’s okay, baby. You should rest.”

Jeongguk sighs. “Won’t Dad be mad?”

Dahee plays it dumb, casually saying, “I can handle it.”

Guilt would eat him alive if he were to find out about his father being mad and taking it out on his mother, so gulping down the knot in his throat, he asks, “What if I come for lunch? Is that okay, Mom?”

“Of course, baby. Please do.”

“Okay.” Jeongguk forces a smile even if she can’t see him. “See you tomorrow, Mom. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

What a fucking day.

—

The next morning, Jeongguk feels like throwing up. He wishes he were exaggerating.

He knows nothing good is gonna come out of the family lunch he’s got planned today. Nevertheless, he misses his mother and his little sister and perhaps, just for one day he can act like nothing phases him.

Jeongguk can’t help it when he goes to the bathroom to wash his face and actually throws up, sitting down on the floor once he’s done.

Mina must have heard Jeongguk because suddenly the door of his bathroom flings open as she squats down to caress the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk whispers. “Didn’t mean to wake you up, Minari.”

Mina shakes her head, smiling fondly at him. “I was already up.”

Jeongguk hums, looking up at her. “Are you going back home as well?”

Mina hums, her hand still caressing the back of his neck gently, in the most soothing of manners as her fingers play with the hair hitting on his nape. “My brother is getting married, so yeah.”

“US or Japan?”

“Japan.” Mina says, sighing at the sight of Jeongguk. “I’m always one call away, Jeongguk. Okay? If you ever need me, you know where to find me.”

Jeongguk bitterly chuckles at that. “Aren’t you getting tired of me?”

Mina has been by his side for as long as he can remember and not once has she backed off when things got hard with him.

Before university, there was a time where Jeongguk was barely there. He kept going on with his life, kept showing people that he was doing just fine, but no one really knew how hard it was to just get up off his bed and go about his unsurprisingly mundane day.

He’s not fully out of it yet, and it’s been four years already—but Mina has been by his side all along, comforting him when things got hard and just… existing next to Jeongguk, showing him support and love.

She never expected Jeongguk to get better sooner, no.

Mina simply held him in her arms every fucking night and since, she always assures herself that Jeongguk is doing just fine.

“Why would I get tired of you?” Mina softly speaks, looking at him. When Jeongguk meets her gaze, Mina smiles. “If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve never made a life here. And you know it.”

Jeongguk looks at her and is suddenly reminded of a fourteen year old Mina entering his 8th grade class, all shy because she couldn’t speak Korean and was intimidated by everyone but him, apparently.

His history teacher told Mina to go sit next to Jeongguk and he surprised her by speaking to her in Japanese.

He helped her with classes and helped her learn Korean.

Within a year, Mina was fluent and was in the top three of the students.

They’ve since been through thick and thin together, always staying by each other's side. Frankly, Jeongguk wouldn’t be the person he is today if it weren’t for Mina.

“I love you, Jeongguk.” Mina whispers, smiling at him as she takes his face between her hands. “You’re my best friend. I’ll always be there for you.”

Jeongguk nods along, leaning forward to rest his face on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I love you too.”

After a while, Mina goes back to her room and Jeongguk takes another shower, a very cold one at that. 

He needs to get his mind off it, to not think about the fact that he’s going home too much, otherwise he’s gonna get stuck in his own thoughts in an endless loop which would otherwise be avoidable.

As soon as he’s done and dressed, he takes his phone, his wallet and his car keys before putting a hoodie on, hugging Mina before going out, since he’s not gonna see her for a week.

He knows he has his car keys, but in the end Jeongguk decides to walk towards the station, even if it takes him thirty minutes. Let the walk clear his head.

He’s early anyway, so it’s not like he’s gonna lose his train.

Jeongguk puts his headphones on and clicks on one of his playlists, letting the music distract him from the nervousness he’s been dealing with since he woke up.

He smiles when some Kpop songs play—that must be his little sister’s doing.

The train ride goes unexpectedly well.

The three hours it takes to get from Seoul to Busan are spent between dozing off and looking at the beautiful scenery before him while listening to music. 

It's not as if he has the time to think about why he can’t wait to return to Seoul.

As soon as he steps off the train and his feet touch Busan soil, he can feel anxiety creeping up on him, taking over his limbs.

And as he waits for the bus that’s gonna take him to his parents’ house, he scrolls through his social media and sees the picture Taehyung posted.

A picture of The Silver Boys celebrating their victory, and another of the team laying on the field with big smiles on their faces.

Jeongguk sighs as he closes Instagram, feeling a weird tightening in his chest. He is absolutely not in the right headspace to unpack whatever the fuck that stands for.

Once he’s standing in front of his parents’ front door, Jeongguk closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he presses the code and the door dings, signaling it’s open, his heart is filled with Daeun’s laughter as she helps Dahee with something in the kitchen.

“Mom,” Jeongguk calls out, closing the door behind him as he walks toward the kitchen.

Dahee comes running towards Jeongguk, taking her son between her arms. “Oh, my precious baby boy. You’re here.”

Jeongguk hums, taking her in his arms as he caresses her back. “I am.”

“Thank you for coming.”

Jeongguk shakes his head, smiling and pulling away. He leans down to press his lips against her forehead and Dahee smiles, caressing his cheeks.

“Lunch is almost ready.” Dahee announces. “We’re gonna wait for your Dad to come back.”

He gulps down, humming before squatting down when she goes back to the kitchen, Daeun making her way towards him. “Oppa!”

“Hi, princess.” Jeongguk smiles, taking her in his arms and pressing his lips against her hair. “You’re all grown up now, look at you!”

Daeun rolls her eyes. “I’m just six, Oppa! I’m still little.”

Jeongguk chuckles, agreeing with her before following Daeun who shows him the new set of dolls Appa brought me because I’ve been so good at school.

Jeongguk can’t help but think about why his father never did such a thing for him, although he was one of the top students of the entire school.

Dahee suddenly calls for them so Jeongguk helps Daeun wash her hands and as they’re going down, his little sister says, “I don’t really know what you do on TV. But you’re so cool Oppa! So many goals! Woah!”

“Daeun-ah, don’t be fooled.” Is the first thing that his father says as he walks towards the dining table, sitting on his seat, not even acknowledging his son's presence.

Not a hug. Not ‘You did a good job.’ Not ‘How have you  been?’, none of that.

It’s okay. Jeongguk is accustomed to it. He just needs to get through lunch and then go back to Seoul. He can do it.

Jeongguk offers to help Dahee but she dismisses him, telling him to go and take a seat.

“So,” His father starts as soon as the food is on the table and Dahee sits. Daeun starts tracing his tattoos as they talk. “Why did your team lose?”

Once his father starts eating, Dahee and Jeongguk follow. It’s an unspoken rule and it pisses Jeongguk the fuck off but what can he do.

Jeongguk swallows his rice before clearing his voice. “My teammates didn’t really put much effort into practice, so—”

Chanwoo hums, not really listening to what Jeongguk is saying. That’s why he stops him mid-sentence. “You’re the team leader, aren’t you?”

Jeongguk nods. “I am.”

His head hangs low, not really meeting his father’s eyes because he can’t stand them, nor can he stand up to them. He feels constantly judged by him and he fucking hates that.

Chanwoo takes his wine glass, sipping a bit of it before pointing his elbows over the table, interlacing his hands as he looks at him. “So, isn’t it your responsibility if the team has lost?”

Jeongguk takes a moment before answering, knowing that he can’t snap with him. “I was the one who scored all the goals, Dad. I put a lot of effort into practice, but my teammates—”

“Nonsense.” Chanwoo tsks. “If you put a lot of effort into it, like you’re saying you did, your team would’ve won. And stop always blaming your teammates, Jeongguk. It gets repetitive.”

Jeongguk nods his head, swallowing the knot forming in his throat. “I know. But I really did, Dad. I’m not saying it just to blame them. Coach Park said the same things—”

“You’re the one that leads the team, Jeongguk.” Chanwoo slams his hand against the wooden table, making Daeun and Dahee jump from the startle. “If you don’t train them enough, it’s your fault if the team loses.”

“It’s not my job to train them, though.” Jeongguk points out. “Sure, I lead them. But it’s not on me if they suck.”

Chanwoo laughs at that. “And you don’t?”

Well, he sure expected some kind of remark from his father, but explicitly saying to his fucking son that he sucks when he’s been pouring his blood sweat and tears into soccer sure hurts.

It makes Jeongguk aware of the fact that he’ll never be what Chaewon was to him. No matter how hard Jeongguk tries, Chanwoo will never be as supportive as he was of Chaewon.

And honestly, a stab to his chest would hurt less, to tell the truth.

“What?”

Chanwoo looks at him and this time Jeongguk meets his gaze. “You sure you don’t suck at soccer, Jeongguk? I’ve watched three of your games against my will and in all three of them you lost. That must mean you suck, too.”

He doesn’t even know that the match before last has been won by the Golden Boys, does he? 

“What about all the other matches I’ve won? The last three before yesterday’s?” Jeongguk asks, his voice barely a whisper. “Don’t they matter to you, Dad?”

Don’t I matter to you, Dad? 

Hell, Jeongguk knows he’s not Chaewon, he knows. But why can’t Chanwoo love him, too? 

Not as much as he loves Chaewon, Jeongguk doesn’t want to replace his biological son. But doesn’t Jeongguk deserve to be loved, too? To have a loving father like Daeun does?

Chanwoo keeps laughing, harder than before. “Fuck. You’re funny, kid. I’ll give you that.”

Jeongguk brings his other arm down, giving a small smile to Daeun as she eats, not understanding what’s going on. “Please be mindful of your language in front of Daeun.” He speaks, looking down at his sister.

He starts sinking his nails on the back of his hand, gulping down as he’s actually scared of what’s to come.

How can he fucking pretend to want to protect his mother from his father when he’s fucking scared of him, too?

“You’re a loser if you think soccer is for you, Jeongguk.” Chanwoo says, looking directly at him as she spits venom with his words. “Sometimes I wish Kim Taehyung was my adopted son, at least I’d have something to fucking brag about.”

Jeongguk doesn’t answer that, because hell, what is he even supposed to say?

Chanwoo despising Jeongguk is nothing new to him, but fuck, why does it burn so fucking much?

What wrong could Jeongguk possibly have done to deserve to be treated like this from someone who chose to be his father?

“I’m sorry.” Jeongguk finds himself whispering. He clears his throat. “Thanks for the food, Mom. I’ll get going—”

“Sit your ass back down, Jeongguk.” Chanwoo says, not even looking at him. “At least show some fucking respect and eat the food your mother made.”

Dahee says nothing, she just looks at him and pleads with her eyes to just stay and enjoy the meal. 

So Jeongguk does just that, says “Yes. I’m sorry. Thank you for the food, Mom.” And eats in silence.

He doesn’t engage in conversations and only says something to Daeun when she’s the one to address him, but other than that, he spends lunch in silence.

After they finish eating up and Chanwoo has gone to take his daily nap, he helps Dahee with cleaning up the kitchen, storing the leftovers in the fridge and cleaning the table.

Once they’re done, Jeongguk spends a bit of time with Daeun so she doesn’t worry about what happened during lunch, letting her paint his nails. They even take a video for Jimin to see.

Then, he takes Dahee in his arms and chants how sorry he is, how he didn’t intend to ruin the day and how he will learn how to be better for her, so she doesn’t have to be the one who takes the brunt of Chanwoo’s outbursts every time.

Dahee comforts him, tells him that he is already good enough, what a good son he really is and that to her there’s no one better than him at playing soccer, that he made the right choice and she’s happy that he was the one to score all the goals even if it didn’t lead them to victory.

Once he’s on the train back to Seoul from Busan, Jeongguk lets himself cry and thinks about everything that happened, how he’s going to have to practice ten times harder if he wants to prove himself.

Sometimes, he believes the difference between him and Taehyung is the confidence he lacks.

Sure, he thinks he’s great at soccer, but having a team who doesn’t really show up, who thinks that intimidating and bullying him is the right choice and doesn’t put in the same efforts as he does, really screws with him and makes him lose confidence.

It’s not as if Jeongguk lets himself be bullied. Oh, hell no. Siwoo thought he had Jeongguk wrapped around his finger—but that was before Jeongguk was even remotely as passionate as he is now. 

The moment Coach Park proclaimed Jeongguk as Golden Boys’ Captain was the very moment he understood the weight of his choices, and how much he truly wanted to be a leader, to have a team who could look up to him.

Needless to say, that wasn’t the case at all.

The Silver Boys, on the other hand, are and have always been … united. Jeongguk knows what a difference teamplay can make.

The Silver Boys act like a team, like they’re one when they step foot onto a fucking field. Most Golden Boys members, though, play for themselves—because the majority of them want to prove their worth over the rest of the members.

That’s why they don’t fucking work together.

The Golden Boys don’t run towards the same goal.

Perhaps his father is right.

Maybe it’s Jeongguk’s fault that the team doesn’t look like one.

He fucking hates the feelings that settles in his stomach during the ride back to Seoul, but once he steps out of the train, he knows he can start breathing again without having to be afraid to take too much space for even doing that.

🥅

It’s close to 6:30pm when Jeongguk returns to his dorm. When he enters the elevator, his phone vibrates because of a text message he just received.

jimin hyung

wanna hang out and eat something before we go to the party?

So instead of pressing his floor number, Jeongguk presses the one above it and waits until the elevator takes him to Jimin’s floor.

As soon as he steps out, Jimin is waiting for him with open arms in front of his door, and somehow his heart clenches. 

Jimin is always there for him when he needs someone and that’s probably because they’ve been attached to the hip since they were kids, but honestly what Jimin is offering him right now is everything that Jeongguk needs.

So he walks towards him and leans forward, falling into his best friend’s arms.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jimin asks, caressing his back as Jeongguk shakes his head.

“Not really.”

Jimin hums, patting his back. “Hoseok hyung and Taehyungie are already here.”

“Fucking great.” Jeongguk finds himself voicing his thoughts, watching Jimin laugh emphatically at that, stealing a glimpse of a smile from Jeongguk.

Maybe that’s everything Jeongguk needs—to be with his friends and discard the weight of being Chanwoo’s son.

Being near Taehyung is not something Jeongguk needs right now, especially after Chanwoo’s remarks, but oh well. 

It’s not like he’s gonna deprive himself of hanging out with his friends and he’s not gonna back off just because he’s pissed off. Seeing Taehyung will just remind him of what his father said—but tonight Jeongguk wants to drink and have fun, that’s it.

“Yo, JK!” Hoseok smiles, walking towards Jeongguk as he meets him halfway, high-fiving each other before side hugging him.

“Hey, Hobi hyung.” Jeongguk smiles as he walks towards their couches.

Taehyung just nods at him as he’s currently playing some games with Jimin who has taken the joystick back in his hands.

Jeongguk sits next to Jimin and arches his back as he rests his head to the backrest of the couch, groaning as he stretches himself.

He can feel Taehyung side-eyeing him, but he can’t bring himself to look at him and bicker about God knows what. Even though the black tank top he’s wearing is very tempting to look at, Jeongguk just can’t.

“How did it go with your parents?” Hoseok asks as he sits back down, resting the bags of chips, soju as well as some packs of ramen that needs to be cooked over the table. 

Jimin clears his throat, throwing his legs over Jeongguk’s lap in some sort of comforting way, and he’s glad for it. Hoseok doesn’t really know his family history, so of course he’d ask.

“It went well, thanks for asking.” Jeongguk tries to give him one true smile but he can’t really help it when Hoseok looks at him worriedly.

“How’s Daeun?” Jimin asks, changing the topic even though that’s pretty much the same. “I miss her so much.”

Jeongguk smiles, taking out his phone and letting them see the video of Daeun painting his nails, looking dead in the camera as she says, Jimin Oppa, you’re next! And some giggles coming from him can be heard.

“How old is she?” Taehyung asks with a smile on his face. That’s… new and oddly breathtaking (he means becoming). He just learned about his sister some months ago.

“She’s turning seven in December.”

Taehyung hums and Jeongguk looks at him for what feels like a lifetime, but he’s soon bringing his attention to the TV which is displaying what Jimin and Taehyung are playing.

“So,” Jeongguk starts, bending forward so he can take a bottle of soju before sipping some and groaning because of how good it is. He then takes some chips to crunch as he asks, “Do we know where we’re going?”

Hoseok hums, sipping on his own soju bottle. “Someone from Seokjin’s university is throwing a party.”

Jeongguk hums, sipping more soju before saying, “So we’re illegally infiltrating ourselves? What the hell, sure.”

Jimin chuckles as he nudges him with his elbow, making his soju almost slip from his grip. His friend is quick to take it and steal some sips from it. 

Jimin smiles at him as he steals the chips on his hand and Jeongguk brings both his hands up in the hair, signaling defeat. “Sure.”

Jimin laughs at that and Jeongguk can’t help but mirror him, taking another bottle of soju before sipping some more, leaving the one Jimin stole to him. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, taking his own bottle of soju and sipping from it. Jeongguk’s eyes trail down his neck, following sinful droplets falling in a ridiculously hot manner, gulping down, eyes fixated on his Adam’s apple. “Live a little, Jeon. It won’t hurt you.”

“Do you ever shut up?” Jeongguk rolls his eyes and keeps sipping his soju, wanting nothing more than to feel numb tonight.

“Sadly for you, I do not.” Taehyung winks at him and Jeongguk is so emotionally drained that it doesn’t excite him in the least.

“Hyung,” Jimin calls for Hoseok, the game he’s playing still having all his attention. “Are they flirting or is it just me?”

Hoseok chuckles, shaking his head as his gaze lands on Jimin’s face. He stares at him for a bit before answering. “I wouldn't be surprised if they actually hooked up, honestly.”

Jeongguk laughs at that. “What?”

Taehyung just shoots his eyebrow up and that’s when Jeongguk notices the slit in one of them. Well, now that sure interests him.

Taehyung notices, of course he does, running his tongue over his front teeth, gaze on him alone. Still, he chuckles as he asks, “Why would we?”

Jeongguk clears his throat, sipping his soju before saying, “That’s insane to even think about.”

Jimin looks between the two of them before leaning a bit forward and searching for Hoseok’s eyes. They nod at each other before he says, “They definitely did, hyung.”

“Nah.” Jeongguk smirks, shrugging. “Taehyung just wishes we actually did.”

“Oh boy, if that really happened, you would be the one hanging from my lips.” Taehyung confidently says, winking at Jeongguk before he adds, “Don’t get too confident.”

Jimin snorts as he beats Taehyung’s ass at the game they’re playing. “You don’t even kiss your hookups.”

Well, now that’s interesting. Since they started hooking up, Taehyung had never said anything about kissing and Jeongguk, well, he just thinks that making out before fucking and in between is hot, so he doesn’t really care about it.

He has kissed endless people and has respected his partners when they didn’t want to be kissed, but again, Taehyung has never expressed the desire to not be kissed.

On the contrary, Taehyung has been the one to first kiss him when they started hooking up.

“Oh?” Jeongguk mirrors Taehyung’s expression from before, smirking. “You don’t?”

“Why?” Hoseok snorts, sipping more soju before he wiggles his eyebrows. “Has Taehyung kissed you?”

Taehyung looks at Hoseok like he just said the most absurd thing ever. “Are you already drunk, Hoseok hyung?”

“Leave him alone, Taehyungie.” Jimin promptly says, nudging his shoulder as his attention shifts to Hoseok for the briefest moment.

Jeongguk snorts, taking Jimin’s joystick from his hands because he suddenly wants to beat Taehyung’s ass, too. “Oh and also, why don’t you two do something about your undying crush for each other?”

Jimin almost chokes on his soju, wiping the droplets running down his neck with the hem of his sweatshirt, revealing his abs. Well, he knows how to be a tease, if the way Hoseok’s eyes follow his every movement is anything to go by.

“Ha. What?” Jimin clears his throat. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Hoseok’s eyes are on Jimin’s exposed abs. Only when he notices Jeongguk looking at him does he divert his gaze, gulping down as he scratches the back of his neck. “What are you even talking about?”

Jeongguk chuckles, leaning towards the elder so that his back can touch Jimin’s chest as he keeps playing against Taehyung, beating his ass three times in a row.

“You’re pissing me off, Jeon.”

“Music to my ears, Kim.”

“Yoongi is picking Namjoon up.” Jimin announces as he drops his phone on the couch after checking his message, tapping Jeongguk’s chest so he can sit up and the other can actually go change. “We’re leaving in half an hour.”

Jeongguk looks up at the clock and notices that it’s close to 9pm already and he wonders how the fuck the time went by. 

He’s also thankful for the company, because he hasn’t thought about what happened once since he returned to Seoul.

Five seconds after Jimin leaves the room, Hoseok awkwardly stands up, clearing his throat as he points towards Jimin’s room. “I’m… keeping Jimin company. Yeah.”

Taehyung snorts. “Sure, sure.”

“Be quiet!” Jeongguk shouts and Hoseok gives him the middle finger before closing Jimin’s door room behind his back.

After Jeongguk hears some faint music coming from Jimin’s room, he turns his attention to Taehyung, resting sideways on the backrest of the couch, tilting his head as he keeps looking at him.

Taehyung doesn’t spare him a single glance as he busies himself with his phone, but still, he asks, “What’re you looking at?”

Jeongguk shrugs. “It’s just funny to me.”

Taehyung then turns his face towards Jeongguk, his phone forgotten somewhere on the couch. He meets his gaze as he asks. “What?”

“How you don’t kiss your hookups.” Jeongguk repeats Jimin’s words. “It seems that the one doing any lip-hanging is you. Hm, pretty boy?”

Taehyung scoffs. “You sure are full of yourself.”

Jeongguk stands up, walking slowly towards Taehyung as the other looks at him with something akin to lust in his eyes.

Jeongguk smirks, straddling his lap and putting his legs to each side of Taehyung’s thighs as he looks at him with lust, too. 

Jeongguk won’t give in tonight, no.

“You sure about that?” Jeongguk asks as he brings his index to Taehyung’s bottom lip, caressing it as his eyes drop to it to further the motion.

He hears Taehyung gulping down and that’s when he bites his own lower lip.

When Jeongguk looks up he sees Taehyung’s hooded eyes and hears something twitching against his ass. Jeongguk knows he has Taehyung wrapped around his finger.

“Am I the only one you’ve been kissing, then, mhm?” Jeongguk keeps pushing, his finger still caressing Taehyung’s lower lip.

“Fuck you.”

Jeongguk leans forward, grazing his lips against the lobe of his ear. “If you behave, I will. Later.”

Taehyung closes his eyes, throwing his head back, exhaling loudly. Seeing how affected Taehyung actually is, Jeongguk takes it as his own victory and is about to get off of Taehyung’s lap when the other puts his hands on his waist and crashes their lips together in a heated kiss.

Jeongguk smirks into the kiss, one of his hands going up to rest between Taehyung’s jaw and neck, his thumb pushing his chin up. Maybe that’s the only time Jeongguk feels like he’s in control—when he sees Taehyung losing his because of him.

They kiss for a bit before Jeongguk pulls away. “See? I have you wrapped around my finger, Kim.” Jeongguk whispers just above a hush before taking Taehyung’s lower lip between his teeth and pulling it.

Before Taehyung can kiss him back, Jeongguk stands up and walks straight to the kitchen, taking a glass of water. That’s exactly when Jimin and Hoseok come out of Jimin’s room.

If the four of them notice the way all of them have swollen lips, no one comments on it.