a real boy [taekook]

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     Taehyung's mouth crashed against Jungkook's sloppily, teeth clashing drunkenly as the older wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck. The taste of cheap wine still fresh on Taehyung's lips was delightful to Jungkook, the kiss feeling so right even if it was sloppy. Not surprisingly, Taehyung was skilled with his mouth in other ways than just talking. He was a pretty decent kisser, and while Jungkook had had only a few makeout sessions in his life, he can easily say Taehyung's reigned supreme. With the alcohol fogging their heads, there was no thought of what repercussions might arise as Jungkook switched positions to hover over Taehyung while the older laid on his back, a throw pillow beneath his head. The two parted to breath, allowing Jungkook to give Taehyung a once-over, from his swollen cherry red lips to his hooded eyes. He was a hot mess, putty in Jungkook's hands. Taehyung closed the space between them again, running his hands through Jungkook's soft hair, opening his mouth to allow more tongue.

     Without a second thought, Jungkook's hand made it's way up Taehyung's shirt, brushing over the older's belly and chest. He moved his lips onto Taehyung's neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and bite marks wherever possible.

     "J-jungkookie," Taehyung whined when the younger brushed his hands over Taehyung's nipples, grinding his hips upward into Jungkook's thigh. The reality of what was happening hit Jungkook like a freight train, as he quickly pulled himself out of Taehyung's grasp and stumbled backwards towards the door.

     "I- I had a great time Taehyung but uh... I'm... I need to go." His voice cracked as he ducked his way out the door, leaving a stunned and unfortunately aroused Taehyung alone on his couch with Pokemon still playing quietly in the background. Taehyung sighed and ran a hand through his hair, laying back into the couch. Did I do something wrong?

     Meanwhile, Jungkook slammed the door to his mom's apartment, thanking the lord she wasn't home yet. He jogged to the bathroom, turning the shower to cold and shedding his clothes. Before jumping into the icy water, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror above their sink, biting his lip. Jungkook glanced away and stepped under the running water, resting his head on the shower wall, shivering. He softly traced his fingers over his surgery scars along his chest, groaning.

     He didn't want to ruin things when they were just starting. Not yet, not again.

-

     Jungkook awoke the next morning to his mom screaming for him from the room over.

     "Ji-hye!" She roared, as Jungkook exited his room sighing inwardly at the use of his birthname.

     "Yes?" He drawled, his expression blank and his dark circles evident.

     "Why the hell were you asleep all night? You ungrateful bitch, I let you live under my roof and you can't even stay awake to greet me." Jungkook tuned out the rest of his mother's rambling, heading towards the door and shoving his shoes on. He was still clad in his plaid pajama pants and raggy hoodie but that didn't matter to him.

     "I'm leaving!" He called to his mother, who had found her way to the couch and passed out drunk. Of course. "Aish..." He sighed, sparing her a second glance as he closed the door. Jungkook made his way towards the apartment stairs (they lived on the third floor, there wasn't a point to the elevator) and descended them one at a time, glancing at his phone the whole way down. At the last step, he miscounted and fell forward over his own feet. Jungkook closed his eyes bracing for an impact that never came. He looked up to be greeted by a pair of brown eyes and pretty clear skin and- oh no.

     "Kookie!" Taehyung laughed, "If you wanted my attention you could've just said 'hello', this is a bit much don't you think?" He gestured to their position, Jungkook on top of Taehyung, their faces centimeters apart.

     Jungkook's brain panicked, going into overdrive. His face heated up to the point where he could probably replace Rudolph and all of his words died in his throat. What the hell do you do in a situation where you're laying on top of someone you almost and still kind of want to have sex with?

     "Jungkookie? Kookie? Jeon Cena? Jungkook!-" Taehyung called, snapping Jungkook from his trance, "Are you alright? You've just kind of been staring at me and shaking for a while now."

     "I'msosorry!" Jungkook panicked, jumping up and freeing Taehyung, "I- uhm.. I need to go. Now. My uh... my goldfish ran away and I have to chase after him I mean god damn poor little Reynold can't survive in the concrete jungle without my guidance-" Oh my god why am I so lame "Yup. That's it." Jungkook nodded, speedwalking towards the door. His heart dropped when he felt long slender fingers wrap around his wrist and yank him back towards the other.

     "You have a goldfish named Reynold? You're a terrible liar."

     "Please don't yell at me I'm not good at confrontation and I feel like I'm having a heart attack." Was the last thing Jungkook wheezed out before his head hit the tile floor and everything went black.

(a/n; ok i just want to clarify that in the shower scene jungkook isn't necessarily feeling bad about how he looks bc hes pretty proud of how far hes come with his transition hes more so feeling bad that hed disappoint taehyung because of the way he is.

also i need 2 think of another fanfic to write bc i have nothing to do so would anyone like a yoonmin fic or smth??? vhope maybe?? yoonseok? idk what kind of gays you kids like anymore)