TAEKOOK | HOPE

• 30 shell shocked

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Their conversation gives way to groans as Taehyung eases inside of him, peppering kisses along Jeongguk's shoulders and the back of his neck as he adjusts to the stretch. He hasn't had a dick inside of him since he last had Taehyung's dick inside of him, but Taehyung is a reassuring presence behind him, stroking over his hip and stomach. Once he's pushed all the way in, he holds himself still, face pressed in between Jeongguk's shoulder blades until Jeongguk tells him to move.

And this is why Jeongguk's only ever let Taehyung fuck him, because Taehyung is patient and gentle and knows exactly how to handle him at his most vulnerable.

He hitches Jeongguk's leg up over his own, grinding into him slowly, languidly. Jeongguk can feel the tension in his body, the way he's still holding himself back, and it makes him crane over his shoulder to meet Taehyung for a kiss.

"You can go faster, Tae," he urges, soaking in the helpless noise Taehyung makes, fingers digging harder into his hip. Jeongguk rolls back against him encouragingly, reaching behind himself to twist his fingers in Taehyung's hair.

They work up to a faster rhythm quickly, bodies damp as they tangle together. Jeongguk honestly can't believe he hasn't come yet, but when Taehyung wraps a hand around his cock, he knows he's a goner. He jerks him sloppily, erratically, but it doesn't matter, not with the way he's murmuring filth into his ear and driving his cock against Jeongguk's prostate.

"So fucking tight, Guk," he babbles, thumb swiping over the head of his cock. "Could fuck you forever - "

Jeongguk makes a garbled noise, back arching as he spills across Taehyung's fist. His head spins with the word "forever," clutching on to Taehyung's hand as he follows Jeongguk over the edge soon after.

Taehyung pulls out slowly and tosses away the condom, molding himself to Jeongguk's back as soon as he returns to the bed. Jeongguk relaxes into the embrace, still a little shell-shocked from everything that had happened. He can't believe how much sex they've had in the past three days, how electrifying it's been every time. It scares him to think that in another three days, they'll be saying goodbye, going back to their own separate lives. He doesn't know how he can have a life separate from Taehyung after this.

But it's difficult to worry about that when Taehyung is snuggling against his back, fluffing his hair and slipping a leg between Jeongguk's. It's a problem for Jeongguk to deal with three days from now, he decides, wrapping Taehyung's arm more firmly around his waist.

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The next night finds Jeongguk and Taehyung out on the beach with a blanket and a bottle of wine between them. They'd dipped out without giving much of an excuse, and the others had been kind enough not to question it, which Jeongguk is deeply grateful for. This whole situation is complicated enough without having to explain himself to everyone else.

They're lying on their backs, passing the bottle back and forth and making up names for the constellations that they see. The moon hangs low in the sky, turning the beach ghostly white and glancing off the waves that lap against the shore.

"I call that one, 'Taehyung is so handsome'" Taehyung says, gesturing vaguely at one collection of stars.

Jeongguk snorts, kicking his shin. "Original."

"That's me."

It is him, is the thing.

"Fine, then I'm naming the one next to it 'Jeongguk has nice thighs.'"

Taehyung hums appreciatively. "Ain't that the truth."

Jeongguk flushes. He'd woken up this morning to Taehyung riding his thigh, and it's not a memory he'll soon forget.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Taehyung says.

"Always."

Jeongguk turns to look at him, but Taehyung keeps his face tilted up towards the stars. He looks ethereal like this, hair falling over his forehead, skin bathed in moonlight.

"I've been thinking about moving home."

Jeongguk's heart stops in his chest.

"My contract for the show was only for two seasons, and I haven't signed for a third yet," Taehyung continues, still staring at the sky. "I was hoping to get that movie, but I still haven't heard anything so it looks like it's not going to work out."

"Oh," Jeongguk manages to croak out. "I'm sorry."

Taehyung shrugs. "It's okay. I mean, I really wanted the movie, but - there's other stuff I want too."

Jeongguk's breath feels stuck in his throat. This is what hewants, more than anything. "Do you miss Korea?"

It feels like a safer question than Am I what you want?

Taehyung nods, finally turning to face him. "I miss it a lot. I miss music, my family, you - " he pauses, biting his lip. "I mean, all of you."

"Move back, then," Jeongguk says, fighting to keep his voice even. He knows it has to be Taehyung's choice, but fuck, it changes everything if he comes back. "I mean - if it's what you want."

Taehyung rolls up on one elbow, observing him carefully. His gaze is so intense that Jeongguk almost has to look away. "Do you want me to move back?"

I never wanted you to leave.

It's on the tip of Jeongguk's tongue, but somehow, he can't quite bring himself to lay it out that bluntly. Instead, he sighs. "I want you to do what will make you happy, Tae."

Taehyung's expression is difficult to decipher, but he hums, nodding. "You know what would make me really happy?" he says, leaning closer.

"What?" Jeongguk asks, suddenly breathless.

"Skinny dipping"

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