CONCUSSED. | TAEKOOK - complete

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1:47 AM

"When I said home, I meant my home. Not your home." Taehyung said as Jeongguk removed the keys from the ignition of the gray beetle. After a drive consisting of a dozing Taehyung being woken up by Jeongguk's harsh braking and spastic taps on the shoulder, he was not in a good mood. Jeongguk smiled feebly, scrambling for an explanation.

"Well, I don't know where you live, and you're not in the right state of mind to give directions. We could have ended up back in Busan if I let you." He said softly, cracking a hopeful smile at the grumpy boy.

"We would not have. I'm concussed, not freaking stupid, you moron." Taehyung scolded him, and Jeongguk chuckled to himself, stepping out of the car and walking around to Taehyung's side. Truthfully, Jeongguk had one sole reason for bringing Taehyung back to the house: he wanted his new home and his old home to merge. He wanted to feel that feeling of safety and peace that he felt talking about the past with Taehyung all the time. It was too tempting to resist. The door swung open before Jeongguk had a chance to open it, and he raised his eyebrows as Taehyung stumbled out of his car. He stepped forward to help him stay standing, but he pushed him off. "No moves from you, Jeon. Hands to yourself." He slurred, making his way in the opposite direction.

"Uh huh, whatever you say. Except you're going the wrong way." Jeongguk pointed out. Taehyung skidded to a stop and whirled around, a tornado of unbalance and messy blonde hair. "House's this way." Taehyung tried to ignore Jeongguk's smug smile as he began moving back in the direction Jeongguk was indicating, but his unsure feet betrayed him as he tripped—

Right into Jeongguk's chest.

His large hands latched onto Jeongguk's black bomber jacket for support as his head spun, and Jeongguk steadied him with his hands on his lower back, letting out a hum of surprise. When Taehyung's world slowly blurred back into focus and the pounding of his head lessened to a dull ache, he opened his eyes—and came face to face with Jeon Jeongguk. Taehyung's mouth went dry at the boy's handsome face so close to him. His dark eyes burned into his own so intensely Taehyung thought his stare would be tattooed onto the backs of his own eyelids. The black mask had slipped down around his neck, revealing his sharp jaw and plump, kissable lips. This close, Taehyung could see the discreet freckle tucked underneath his lower lip. Taehyung's foggy mind was too jumbled to have any common sense, so he impulsively did the first thing that came to mind.

He reached up and touched it.

Jeongguk was surprised, Taehyung could see it on his face as his thumb clumsily brushed over his full bottom lip and came to rest on the small freckle. Jeongguk's tongue peeked out to wet his lips as his body relaxed under the blonde's touch. Suddenly, Taehyung's hand was fully grasping his chin, pulling him down closer to him. Their eyes fluttered shut as Jeongguk's hands became more languid on his waist and lower back, and finally their lips touched, ever so careful and cautiously, much softer and slower than the rigorous pace of a few hours before. They stilled for a second, savoring the sweet, featherlight pressure of their lips pressed together gently—

"Yah, Jeon Jungkook!"

Jeongguk gasped, knocking noses with Taehyung as he sprung back. He swayed slightly on his feet at the sudden loss of a crutch, and Jeongguk quickly rushed forward to steady him once more, mumbling an apology. Standing on the front steps of the dorm in the cool night air was none other than Kim Seokjin, Jeongguk's business partner. One look at his face, and Jeongguk knew he was not pleased.

"Hey, Seokjin hyung." Jeongguk said meekly, slowly leading the even more dazed Taehyung towards the front door. Seokjin looked appalled. He had self-appointed himself Jeongguk's babysitter, and would occasionally stop by Jeongguk's house to check up on him. Jeongguk didn't realize tonight would be one of those nights.