Captainotp -ao3
„He thought I was a top." Jungkook all but whined, hiding his head in Taehyung's chest.
„Well what else is new?"
Jungkook struggles to, like, get it, because everyone thinks he's a top, and his roomate Taehyung is more than willing to help.
That's it that's the story.
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The moment he heard their shared flat door click closed and a heavy sigh following right after, Taehyung knew it had happened again.
It was fairly early in the night and Jungkook was already home from his third poor attempt at picking someone up and getting laid this month. It's been a whole eight months of drought in his so-called sex life and he is getting a little desperate.
Desperate is a weak word actually, he is frustrated beyond belief and the upcoming finals add a whole lot more weight on his back.
Taehyung immediately placed his laptop on the coffee table and scooted closer to the back of a small couch he was lying on. He already knew the younger would be in need for some intense cuddling and having anything in the way would only further sadden his precious friend.
Jungkook walked into the living room after already yelling his greetings from the hallway, knowing Taehyung would be at his usual spot on the couch doing extra work for his Art course. It's a familiar scenario already, Jungkook going out on a Friday night only to come back two hours later in need for a depression nap on his comfy friend-pillow.
Today he really looked like a kicked puppy, making his way to Taehyung like he's ashamed this is happening again. He lifted the small blanket his roommate was covered with and wrapped himself around Taehyung's waist in a second, the older always greeting him with open arms.
„Again?" Taehyung asked softly, his fingers combing through his hair in a soothing matter.
Jungkook just sighed and nodded into his chest, showing his refusal to elaborate on the topic. But curiosity got the better of Taehyung as he poked Jungkook's ribs.
„Come on, what happened this time?" Taehyung let himself be squashed into the pillows by a groaning brat, he at least deserved to know the details of younger's misery.
„He thought I was a top." Jungkook all but whined, hiding his head in Taehyung's chest.
„Well what else is new?" Taehyung joked, trying to lighten up the mood, which only earned him a hard poke in the stomach by a distressed bottom lying by his side.
„It's not funny you asshole, that's the third time that shit happened to me!"
It was hilarious, but also kind of sad and maybe even annoying. Jungkook loved working out, always keeping his body in good shape, being healthy and all. But the problem is usually a combination of that and his competitive nature. Naturally his pick-ups often think he'd be the dominant type. And the awkwardness of them finding out he's the biggest bottom - oh god.
Jungkook turned around in Taehyung's embrace, not being able to look at his friend's face barely containing laughter anymore. He still wanted cuddles though, so he pulled Tae's hands around his waist and tried to forget his flop of a night ever happened.
„And he didn't even want to compromise?" Taehyung kept poking the already dead topic with a stick, not giving Jungkook a fucking rest.
„It was so bad Tae. I literally jerked him until he came and I didn't even notice him blabbering 'fuck me' until he was suddenly all over me. And I was like 'um I thought you would fuck me' and the look of horror on his face, jesus-„
