TAEKOOK | HOPE

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Steams on ya way! ♨
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Over the course of the next few weeks, they lay some ground rules, the most important of which is this: no one else can know. Not even the other members.

It takes a great deal of angsting to reach this conclusion, but ultimately it seems like the only way, especially when they're still figuring this whole thing out for themselves. As difficult as it is to hide something so significant from their hyungs, particularly Jimin, they decide they need this time for just themselves, without any outside pressure or expectations. On top of that, they don't want to burden the other members with keeping their secret - it doesn't feel fair. So they keep it to themselves, and slowly, privately, something beautiful starts to bloom between them.

One of the major downsides of not telling anyone is that they have to keep their hands somewhat to themselves when they're around other people, which proves virtually impossible now that Jeongguk knows what it's like to really touch Taehyung. Sure, they can still touch playfully, affectionately, like they always have, but that almost makes it worse, getting a taste and not being able to do anything more. Jeongguk feels like his fingers are constantly itching, his body strung out and tense with all the discipline it takes to keep himself in check.

It makes the times when they're alone even more explosive, and they do a lot of sneaking around, throwing themselves at each other any second there's a door separating them from the rest of the world. Jeongguk thanks every deity he can think of that he got his own room when they switched dorms, because if he hadn't he doesn't think he'd have Taehyung pinned underneath him right now, making these breathy little noises into his mouth that are driving Jeongguk wild.

Taehyung's shirt is rucked halfway up his torso, and he looks fucking edible like this, miles of smooth, tan skin that Jeongguk is dying to get his mouth on. He never knows where to start these days, so overwhelmed by every piece of Taehyung that he suddenly has access to, a near permanent heat simmering somewhere low in his stomach. He's never been so horny in his fucking life, and they've barely even done anything yet.

In the present moment, Taehyung slips his hands up under Jeongguk's top, skimming over his sides and back appreciatively. His touch turns the heat in Jeongguk's stomach into a full fledged flame. "I love your body," he breathes out, and this is another thing Jeongguk is very much not over, the way Taehyung just comes out and says shit like this sometimes. "You're so fucking fit, god."

Jeongguk groans, head spinning with the intoxicating nature of being wanted, and dips his tongue into the hollow of Taehyung's collarbone, fingers creeping further up under his shirt to brush over a nipple. "It's mutual," he murmurs, relishing in the soft whimper he draws from Taehyung, the slight roll of his hips upwards.

And this - well, this is is about as far as they've gotten so far. These heated make out sessions, clothes half-removed, hands exploring but still hesitant when it comes to anything south of a waistband. There's the hint of something more lingering unsaid between them, growing more persistent every time they do this, but so far Jeongguk's been too nervous to push it, frankly isn't sure he would survive it if he did.

Except, well, it's getting increasingly difficult to maintain a respectable distance between their hips, what with the way Taehyung is gripping at Jeongguk's lower back and urging him closer. Jeongguk tries, he really does, especially because he's well on his way to being fully hard, but he's only human, after all, and maybe Taehyung is his personal kryptonite. So when Taehyung's fingers press into the divots just above his ass, Jeongguk caves, letting his hips drop until they're flush with Taehyung's.