"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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When Taehyung opened his eyes he found himself standing shirtless in front of a humid mirror, arms lifted, his hand holding a towel over his damp hair. He stood there, blinked repeatedly at his own reflection until he eventually recognized himself to be in his own bathroom; and realized he must've slipped back into consciousness after the alter before him had taken a shower.
His brows lowered in focus. He tried to fight the fuzziness swarming illogically in his head, but to no avail, he couldn't remember much since the last time he had fronted.
With a gentle breath past his lips he let the towel hang from his hair, then turned to exit the bathroom in mere boxers. A chilly air hugged his flushed skin as he stepped into his bedroom, and he was quick to take notice of a piece of paper placed very visibly over his desk. He let himself walk closer for a better look, and read the simple note written on the page:
' you have a date with jeon jeongguk on saturday. wear something nice. '
- V
Taehyung's lips parted, hands quickly snatching the note and re-reading it about a million times in his head. Then finally, he darted towards his phone, the towel over his head slipping down to the floor from the swift speed of him launching himself onto his bed.
He grabbed the device nested on his mattress and seated himself while he quickly dialed a certain contact's number. His thigh shook impatiently while the phone rang, waiting to connect, pupils dilated in anticipation.
"Hello?" A cute innocent voice answered. It nearly brought an instant smile to his face.
"Baby.." He spoke gently, his body somehow finding a proper posture to sit in. "Um.. Hey, it's me. It's Taehyung."
There was a curt pause before the boy's tone became slightly higher in pitch, from sheer excitement.
"Hyungie.. When did you front?"
"Just now, darling." He replied with a faint smile, then his face became serious again. "Uh, Jeongguk, I—... Did you speak to V recently?"
"Um.. yes." The boy spoke shyly. "He walked me to class yesterday."
Taehyung opened his mouth to reply, but waited a moment to articulate his thoughts. Though, really, he wasn't sure why he hesitated. Perhaps he wasn't quite fully used to Jeongguk knowing of his disorder and being so okay with it. He had almost forgotten that he didn't have to muster up any round-about ways to figure out what had happened while he wasn't conscious—but rather, he didn't have to lie to the boy. He could now just ask him directly, and that alone was a huge weight off his shoulders.
