Roses You Left For Me

19

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jeongguk asks softly as he sits up. The dancer tears his eyes away from the drawers and glares at him.

"What do you fucking care for?" He snaps, taking the younger aback.

"I'm worried about you-"

"Well don't be. I'm fine. Fucking fine and dandy," Taehyung rages through gritted teeth as he steps over to practically rip Jeongguk's jeans away.

"Taehyung-"

The dancer freezes. It's only then that Jeongguk realizes what he just did and clamps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as he stares at the dancer.

"How the fuck do you know my name?" He spits, eyes snapping up to Jeongguk's.

"I... I don't," the younger stupidly replies, as if that will convince Taehyung after just blurting his name out.

Taehyung scoffs and continues to tear away Jeongguk's jeans, and the younger just lets him do it.

"No one knows my name. No one. At least- no one should. Only Hoseok but..."

He cuts himself off short.

"Hoseok." Taehyung says slowly, nodding to himself in understanding.

"Please don't have a go at him, hyung. He didn't mean to tell me, I-"

"Stop talking," Taehyung orders, and just like that, Jeongguk shuts his mouth, cutting out any sound that dares to try and escape. "I just- Don't call me that. We're gonna do a swap tonight. How do you feel about being the top instead?" He asks, although his words are rushed as if he's stressed.

"I want to talk," Jeongguk says. "I want to make sure you're okay and-"

"You don't fucking know me!" Taehyung screeches. "We're strangers! I want it to stay like that, Kook. I don't want us to know each other!"

Ignoring the nickname, Jeongguk continues. "Why don't you let me help you? Like, fuck, you're so-"

"So, what?" The dancer challenges.

"Ungrateful!" Jeongguk screams.

Taehyung scoffs, tearing his hands away from Jeongguk's jeans that remain around his thighs. "Me? Ungrateful? You obviously don't know me as well as you think you do, prissy boy. You've got this idea of who I am and we've only fucked what? Like twice? Inbetween that, we don'tsee each other. We don't date, we don't talk. You don't know me,"

"Why not try accepting the help sometimes?!" Jeongguk argues. "Not everyone wants just sex from you!"

"You fucking do!" Taehyung yells.

"Ha! That's a fucking laugh. I only fuck you because it's the only time I get to talk to you! And even then it's the minimum! But you won't talk unless I flash the cash, right? You're a money-whore,"

Taehyung grabs Jeongguk's shirt and pulls him closer. "Try fucking me instead and see if it's any difference, you fucking mommy's boy,"

With the tension surrounding them, Jeongguk kisses him. Hard. It takes nano-seconds for Taehyung to react, to grip onto the younger's hair and hold him there as he kisses his lips roughly before pulling away to suck blooming bruises onto his neck. Jeongguk moans out and rolls his head to the side, accepting anything the dancer is willing to give.

The younger kicks off his jeans and uses his legs to pull Taehyung closer, arms wrapped around the dancer's neck.

"You're a fucking piece of work," Taehyung mutters against Jeongguk's neck.