love for a boy(friend) \\ taekook

17 ~ caramel boy

The studio was quiet, just the soft hum of air conditioning and the occasional clink of metal tools. Outside, the sky was a pale gray, casting a cool, muted light through the large studio windows, hinting at the approaching winter.

Jungkook was in a good rhythm in this early afternoon, and while his classmates drifted in and out, he barely registered them. he was all into putting work on his sculpture that finally started to get some shape.

He ran his hands over the clay, smoothing out edges, adding details, and finding flow in the careful movements of his fingers. It felt good to lose himself in his work again. Lately, his mind had been all over the place, mostly drawn to some barista who made it impossible to concentrate.

Jungkook pressed his lips together, his movements faltering as a familiar tug of frustration swirled inside him. He wanted more than he could explain, and the need was only growing. whatever it is he has with Taehyung, it felt like a torturing slow burn he couldn't get enough of.

It felt like forever since the two had been alone, and the memory of Taehyung's touch was starting to drive him insane.

His fingers pressed harder against the clay, molding it with a touch that was perhaps a little too intense. Focus- dragging his thoughts back to the sculpture in front of him.

But even as he tried, his mind kept drifting back to Taehyung's warmth, the look in his eyes, the soft press of his fingers...

fuck this shit

He took out his phone from his pocket and stared at Taehyung's name on his screen. his thumb hovering over the call button for a few seconds. should he make this phone call even? it feels once more as if he is chasing the older, maybe he was pushing too many boundaries. but then again, just imagining Taehyung's voice, calm but laced with that subtle warmth that always made his chest tighten....

Screw it, he thought, pressing 'call' before he could talk himself out of it.

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Meanwhile, Taehyung was wiping down the cafe counter, his mind a mess of conflicting thoughts, thoughts about Jungkook.

A sigh escaped his lips. He'd sworn he wouldn't fall into old patterns again, wouldn't let himself get lost in another situation where he couldn't be sure of the other person's intentions. He was all too familiar with how it felt to be left behind, to be hurt when things grew complicated. But every time he saw Jungkook's smile, every time those eyes met his with that spark of mischief, it felt impossible to keep his guard up.

we are suppose to be just friends, im suppose to help him

I can do it, right?

I want to do it. I want to be the one fucking him, no one else he should experience this with

its just sex

its just friendship

its just friends who have sex- just once and then back to friendship only. right? right!

right?

As if on cue, his phone buzzed against the countertop, jolting him out of his thoughts. He blinked down at the screen, the sight of Jungkook's name making his heart leap before he could think better of it.

Taking a steadying breath, Taehyung picked up, keeping his voice casual. 'Hey'

'Hi Taehy—Tae,' Jungkook's voice cracked, his usual confidence noticeably wavering.

'Yes?' the barista replied, a small grin tugging at his lips as he sensed Jungkook's hesitation.

'Um, well, this is... awkward to say over the phone, but, um... wait, are you even—umm—are you free tonight?' Jungkook's breaths came heavy over the line, sending a spark of anticipation through Taehyung.