GOLDEN TALENT | VKOOK ✓

14 | LONELY SOBER

Jungkook's thoughts were undoubtedly not becoming clearer the more he was running. He wasn't in the best of mental shape as he went for his morning jog, which was one of his best distractions. No, he did not feel hungover like Taehyung was currently experiencing, nor did he feel weak or fatigued; rather, he felt insane.

It wasn't that he had sex the previous night; it was nothing unusual or out of the ordinary for him to do so. Who he had it with was important.

You see, Jeongguk wouldn't deny that he had a reputation for sleeping around. He didn't see anything wrong with that considering there were no feelings involved and since the majority of the college girls who had slept with him had made bets with their friends about whether Jeongguk was actually as good in bed as it's rumored. Even though he was kind of used to it, he didn't feel that way. It was simply sex.

Yesterday was still sex, so why was he going so insane?

Because he had sex with Kim Taehyung.

The fact is that Taehyung himself did not have the issue. He was indeed attractive; during lectures, Jeongguk would always be drawn to his eyes. His appealing waist and body were alluring. Taehyung wasn't the one to jump on him, beg him by doing aygo, or perform a typical cute seduction—something he didn't find in girls very frequently. He found it very annoying that girls were picking on him with looks and actions that were completely out of character.

It was the fact that Taehyung is a boy, and he's never slept with a boy before.

Worst of all, he was unable to clearly recall what happened on yesterday's night.

Call him a womaniser, stud, or fuckboy, but he wishes his first encounter with a boy had been more memorable and special. There was a huge difference for him between having sex with a boy or a girl, so he wished that was the time when he would specifically not be drunk or high while doing it with a boy.

Jeongguk found himself grinning as he awoke. He has no idea what they did during the night, but it was undoubtedly something.

He then noticed Taehyung's naked figure standing next to him. His lower spine was visible as he was turned to the other side.

Jeonguk gulped and starred at his naked glory. That was when it hit him—he was as naked as Taehyung. When he leaned in to see his sleeping form, his lips parted. He was curled up against the pillow with his hair in a tangle. He became aware of his puffy lips and a few marks scattered about his body. He examined his own arms and noticed some marks on them that appeared to be bite marks, likely also on his neck.

He immediately stood up after pulling the sheet over his body and closing his eyes, noticing how everyone else in the room was dressed and wearing their shoes.

He was able to get dressed as quickly as he could. He glanced over Taehyung's sound sleep as he adjusted his belt. His thoughts were disorganised, and his heart was racing. He would have become even more insane if he had continued to be there. No, he had to flee. He shook his head and slowly opened his closet in an effort to find a pair of his jogging pants. After getting everything ready, he changed his mind and came back, folding Taehyung's clothes and placing them on the chair with his shoes underneath.

He didn't like it when he wouldn't provide aftercare to whoever it was, and he felt guilt running through his veins for leaving Taehyung alone the morning after they fucked.

But he felt that it was best if he took a moment to collect himself before they spoke or otherwise communicated. He wasn't yesterday, and he wasn't today either. They were going to talk and work things out later today or tomorrow, whenever Taehyung felt like speaking with him.