Trust Issues //Vkook\\

Chapter Eight

Trust Fall

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Hey guys I just wanted to warm you guys ahead that this chapter is basically just a smut chapter. This series is also coming to an end very soon but I will be publishing another book very soon. Thanks for taking time to read this :)

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Taehyung receives surprisingly decent results back for his units. Considering he spent the first half of the year slacking off and the second half studying out of spite, he is pleasantly surprised. Jeongguk waits for him in the dorm when he gets back from sharing the good news with his visiting parents. He’s got a little streamer waving in his hand and a pink party hat wedged between his ears.

“Congratulations, hyung.”

Taehyung scoops him up into a kiss, tickling his sides and listening to him laugh with glee. When Jeongguk elbows him in the ribs, it triggers an all out war. Taehyung takes revenge by biting his forearm, to which Jeongguk answers with a heavy shove. They end up on the floor, wrestling, rolling around, trying to get to be the one top. It’s all going great until Jeongguk accidentally kneels on Taehyung’s balls.

“Fuck,” he whines, rolling on the floor. Jeongguk doesn’t seem very remorseful. He laughs delightedly, tears streaming down his face.

“Serves you right. I’ve told you not to tickle me.”

“Well if we couldn’t have kids before, we’re definitely not having them now,” Taehyung jests, voice strained as he cups his equipment. Tentatively makes sure that everything is still attached and nothing is split open. “Fuck. You almost popped me open like a grape, dude.”

Jeongguk pulls a face as he gets up. “I don’t think it’d be like a grape. If anything wouldn’t be more like a passionfruit or something. The outside would split open and then all the gooey, gross stuff would sort of leak out.”

“As a fellow ball-owner, I am disgusted by your complete lack of sympathy. I’m dying here, Jeongguk.” When Jeongguk only shakes his head, offering him a hand up off of the floor, he hisses and swats it away. “Seriously, don’t you realise you just broke my dick? How are you going to live without it?”

Strong arms push underneath him, gathering him off of the floor in one easy movement. Jeongguk doesn’t even sound like he’s straining when he answers, “I think I’ll be fine.”

“Just last night you were telling me how much you love my cock. Don’t you remember? You said- Ah!”

Jeongguk drops him onto the couch, watching him grab onto the arm to stop himself from bouncing right off. He laughs at his pouting expression and then sits across from him. Somewhere in the middle of their wrestling, the party hat had fallen by the wayside. The streamer is still on the couch though. Taehyung watches as Jeongguk picks it up and starts fiddling with it. Once their banter has ceased and Taehyung’s balls don’t feel like they’re flattened, he looks up to see the streamer being worried between his fingers, torn into little pieces that flutter all over the couch.

“Jeongguk-ah.”

“Hm?” Jeongguk looks up, eyes unfocused for a moment before they clear.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung raises a brow as more shreds of tissue-paper fall to the ground. That’s never going to get cleaned, he just knows it. “Something has you nervous.”