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chapter six: the smoke to my high

[It's only been about a couple of days
You must have gone and put a spell on me
I can't get you out from under my veins
I'm a pyromaniac it ain't safe
'Cause you've got troubles written over your face]

The four slices of bacon sizzled nicely in the pan, wafting their delicious scent to the boy that stood by the stove, clad in his own boxers but an unfamiliar white shirt. Taehyung was scrolling through Instagram, checking what his friends had been up to last night, as he waited for the toast to jump out of the toaster and for the bacon to be done.

The numerous pictures of some of his classmates doing shots at some fraternity house and one of them doing a keg stand outside while others were thrown into the pool all felt unfamiliar to Taehyung. He sometimes went with his friends to those kinds of college parties but he mostly enjoyed the atmosphere in real nightclubs, the ones that got men like Jungkook roaming its grounds.

Speaking of Jungkook, the older man was in the shower, scrubbing off last night's - and this morning's excess. Taehyung ducked his head as memories of only half an hour prior. Taehyung's wet hair was matted against his forehead, the blond strands of hair looking almost brown now.

He'd woken up before Jungkook was even stirring awake and had tiptoed to the shower - his ass having survived the night before so he could walk. When he'd been shampooing his hair and washing his body, Jungkook had entered the bathroom and eventually, joined him in the small cubicle to shower.

They hadn't done anything, but share some occasional kisses and a ten minute make out which had ended up in Taehyung's chest pressed against the wall as Jungkook jerked him off until he was splattering against the wall and - okay – so maybe they had done something in the shower, but Taehyung didn't want to think about how frequent he caught himself daydreaming about Jungkook or fantasizing about upcoming nightly encounters.

He hadn't ever done it twice with the same person until Jungkook stepped into his life and it flustered him. His very first bed partner had been the partner he'd done it with the most, except that one had been his high school ex that had broken his heart. Maybe that's why Taehyung didn't do relationships anymore. His ex had cheated on him after three years of relationship and eighteen-year-old Taehyung had been introduced to a whole new world of pain – heartbreak.

He shook his head at his own thoughts. How vile of him to think up a pathetic sob story that made him into this fuckboy. He was a fuckboy because he enjoyed casual sex and hookups. Jungkook just did it excellently, the sex that was, and maybe that's why he had Taehyung coming back for more.

As Jungkook was still taking his time in the shower, someone knocked on the front door. Before Taehyung could step closer to it, unsure if he should open it without Jungkook's permission, a stranger walked inside, holding the key to the apartment.

The stranger stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of Taehyung standing in the middle of the living room in barely any clothes. "Uh", Taehyung began, uncomfortably stepping back when he felt the other's eyes run up his bare legs that were marked with Jungkook's hickeys. "Who are you?"

The smaller guy with blue hair huffed. "I'm a friend of Jungkook's", he responded, "The name's Yoongi."

"Oh", Taehyung secretly wished for Jungkook to get out of the damn shower so he wasn't left with one of his friends in this awkward debacle. "I'm Taehyung."

Yoongi knew, of course. He had tracked the guy's whereabouts, thanks to Jungkook, not too long ago. It seemed Jungkook had succeeded in talking to him. "Ah", Yoongi nodded, "You're the guy from the club. The body count boy."

Taehyung let a laugh escape his lips, feeling a bit more comfortable now that it was clear Yoongi was indeed one of Jungkook's friends. But then again, Jungkook had talked about Taehyung? Bewilderment was what he felt.