That's gay × taekook

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A tiger plushie. Jungkook was staring at a tiger plushie the size of his head, with glittery green eyes staring back at him.

"Well?" Taehyung pushed it further into his face.

"I can kind of see it."

"You are all blind!" Taehyung threw the toy into Jungkook's lap, who clumsily caught it just in time. "It does not look like me!"

The younger leaned his back on the scribbled wall, petting the tiger in his lap and looking at the other boy lay down on the bed, head in his hands. Taehyung sighed one last time before taking his hands away from his face and turning his head sideways to look at Jungkook.

"At least it was for you."

That was a crazy thing. When Taehyung's father mentioned he had bought the same thing 3 times as something to keep that reminds him of his son, they thought they'd just give one to each family member, given that they were 3.

Apparently not! Apparently Jungkook entered Taehyung's room and was presented with this plushie that, for some reason even he didn't know, looked similar to the older.

"Maybe I'll get you something to remind you of me too," he thought out loud now.

"Yeah? Like what? A hamster?"

"A ham- hey!" the toy got thrown at Taehyung's face, then bounced on the flood. "At least think of a strong animal if you want to compare me to any."

"A sloth sounds more like you now that I think about it." That's it; he's done.

Jungkook jumped over Taehyung, straddling his lap while pinning his wrists to the bed on either side. "A sloth?! Seriously? You're not funny." So he said, but Taehyung couldn't stop laughing at his reaction, twisting his head to the sides.

The younger sat up, his hands falling at his sides. Taehyung propped himself on his elbows, still laughing. "How about a shrimp?" Jungkook smirked down at him.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

"Why not?" Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, failing to notice the laughter died down. "It sounds too much like you, and not like me?"

He was just about to climb out of his lap, but his best friend sat up as well, grabbing his thighs and holding him in place. "Wanna bet on that?"

"The fuck..." Jungkook shifted trying to get out again, but not only did he fail, he got even closer somehow. His neck warmed up, suddenly aware of their position. "We are not comparing again." That was partly because he knew he'd lose, and partly because, obviously, he didn't want to see Taehyung's dick.

"You keep starting shit like this and then leave like a coward."

Okay. Fuck whatever he said earlier. "Who's a coward?" Jungkook pushed him back down on the bed, bending on top of him. "It just sounds gay."

Taehyung stilled, then a sly expression appeared on his face as his hands slid up the younger's thighs. "Is it gay to have a small dick? Do you want to tell me something, Jungkook?"

Jungkook swallowed and grew even more nervous when Taehyung's eyes glanced at his throat. "You- I mean looking at someone's dick. That's gay," he said with a shaky huff. Damn it. He was supposed to save face with this reply.

He was just too aware of the hands touching his thighs, dangerously close to... Every touch felt so hot, even through his pants. Not only that closeness was the problem, but the closeness between their bodies. Their faces were inches apart as Jungkook glared at Taehyung's unbothered face. This... how did they get here?

"We've done it before," Taehyung said with an unintentional -at least Jungkook prayed that it was unintentional because holy shit, it was hot, he couldn't deny it- low tone.

"We were kids, and stupid."

"Only one of those things changed." He didn't need to mention it. Of course, they weren't kids anymore. But stupid? A whole lot of that still remained.

"You're way too interested in seeing my dick," Jungkook took another approach to the problem. Maybe this way the older would back down. "A little sexually frustrated, are you?"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Taehyung's hands inched even closer to that part. "You mention it a lot for a virgin."

"Fuck you," Jungkook mumbled through gritted teeth.

Taehyung lifted his head a bit, even closer, and tilted it to the side. "See?"

"No. I don't see anything."

"Need help, then?"

How could he be so fucking cocky but so fucking hot while doing it? Jungkook's mind was erratic. He wanted to wipe that smirk off so badly, to punch that face, to curse him until he lost his breath or just... just... shut him up. Suddenly, a familiar feeling he kept getting whenever his best friend annoyed him took over. One he had never acted on until now.

He felt Taehyung start to pull away, probably realizing he was making it awkward, or taking Jungkook's silence as rejection, as a sign to stop teasing him because he might be uncomfortable.

Yes, Jungkook should've been very uncomfortable. If anyone asked him about it later, maybe he'd insist he actually was. But no.

He wasn't uncomfortable when he lowered his head to meet Taehyung's lips. Uncomfortable was the last thing he could have been in that moment, when Taehyung tensed for less than a second before kissing back with the same energy.

The hands on his thighs moved more confidently over his body, one ending up on his lower back to push it even closer if it was possible. It slid under Jungkook's shirt, making him shudder, suddenly weak all over.

When was the last time they had kissed, Jungkook couldn't be bothered to recall. It felt like he had been dehydrated in a desert and finally drank water after days spent in the scorching sun.

Taehyung's hands traveled down to his ass, as his mouth found a spot on Jungkook's throat to bite and suck on. Oh, this feeling... It was way better than how Mingyu did it.

His friend appeared in his mind briefly together with their conversation. Mingyu had fooled him into saying he wanted Taehyung to kiss him and do... well, what they were doing.

The younger faltered a bit while thinking about it now. Had he really said the truth then? Judging by the way he was glued to Taehyung now, the answer was right in front of him. How could he even downplay this later with an excuse? None of them was drunk this time.

Mingyu's smirk flashed in his mind again. 'It's not rocket science', he had said. He didn't need to find an excuse in the first place. Jungkook actually... liked Taehyung. In the way he was supposed to like girls. No. In the way he also liked girls.

So when Mingyu's lips were on his throat back then, that was proof enough that- wait. His throat. Mingyu had bit his throat and left a-

Taehyung stilled under him again, holding the collar of the younger's t-shirt lower. Shit shit shit shit. Jungkook shut his eyes, repeatedly facepalming himself in his head.

"Jungkook... what the hell is this?"