My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

The moon is always beautiful

"Ughhhh!" He groaned as the sunlight prickled his delicate eyes.

Trying to move, he felt himself stuck in a tangle of limbs, and a cushiony figure in his arms. With the familiar tangy lilac scent lingering in his nose, he snuggled closer.

Slowly his eyes began to flutter open, and if he were still dreaming, he could swear he saw an angel; from the shut soft eyes, the slope of the big nose, the cheeks puffed against the pillow to the swollen lips jutted out in a natural pout.

Wait!! Pout? Swollen lips????

Beomgyu's eyes widened, and he moved away to spare some space between them. His eyes darted down to the scarlet-haired's neck and the wine-colored bruise had his mouth hanging open when the recollections of last night came crashing onto his mind.

"Uhhhuhh~" Beomgyu slurred as Taehyun dragged him to his apartment and his room.

"Hyung...mmph!" The younger tried to tear himself off of Beomgyu as he was laid with his back on the bed, and pulled Taehyun closer to press their lips again.

"You're so drunk! I'm never gonna let you drink alone ever again!" Taehyun fussed while uncircling the older's arms from his neck, his cheeks getting redder each second before he propped up and got the older's shoes off.

"Taehyun-ah~" Beomgyu tugged a handful of Taehyun's t-shirt, his voice so rough and raspy that the younger stiffened.

"B–Beomgyu hyung....get up! Let's go to the bathroom." Taehyun tried to pull the older to his feet but failed when he only whined in response. So Taehyun had to try even harder and get the older's own arm around his neck to get him walking, albeit he received a few curses from the other.

Taehyun balanced them as properly as he could and helped Beomgyu stand in front of the mirror to clean his mouth. Because the older had stopped refuting, Taehyun snatched a tiger pajama set from the bathroom closet and opted to take off Beomgyu's current shirt, keeping his gaze averted until he was done changing.

But the real problem was the jeans.

He gulped, pondering if it was okay to let the older stay in his jeans for the night, a few hours to be specific. It couldn't be that difficult, right?

Looking up, because his guard was down, he gasped when Beomgyu's lips neared. He turned his face away at the right moment, succeeding in avoiding the lips that were about to touch his again. But they'd instead latched on his neck.

"H–Hyung, that's— owww." Taehyun flinched when he felt the older's teeth grazing against his skin before the pleasure came.

He knew it was wrong; that Beomgyu was drunk and he was only being used as an object due to his deprivation of a partner. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying it but he couldn't get himself to deny it. After all, this was the closest he could ever be to Beomgyu.

Physically.

Right, he wasn't there to support Beomgyu physically, but mentally.

Gathering an unyielding strength, Taehyun managed to push the older away from him, almost instantly missing the warmth.

"We shouldn't be doing this, hyung. Please!" Taehyun didn't dare to look in raven's eyes, only hearing his rigged breath before the footsteps padded and waddled out of the bathroom.

He heaved a deep breath, patting a hand on his chest to calm himself down.

It was his first; and he didn't even kiss back, neither did he let the whole thing unfold by itself. Embarrassing, he knew but he couldn't handle the pain of enjoying it alone when Beomgyu was that drunk.