Will It Ever Be The Same?

The door was locked, the room was dark, the only light coming from the dim red bulb, the only noises to be heard through the darkness, were the grunts and groans as Kook pressed Tae against the wall. They fumbled for each other's buttons, desperate for skin contact, too much saliva in the messy teenage kiss in the upper school dark room. This was their secret place where they could make out undisturbed, Kook slipped his hand inside Tae's trousers, stroking his erection, Tae knowing he wouldn't last long once Kook started jerking him off. His legs started trembling as Kook sped up his hand movement, he put his fist in his mouth to muffle his sounds, he was breathing heavily as he bit hard on his arm and came in Kook's hand.

The red light flickered in the dark room and Tae sighed, he really must report that to the site team so it could be fixed. The school was falling apart and as always, the art department was the last to receive funding, so he would have to report it and the caretaker would come and patch it up until the next time.

Tae was a photography teacher at the school he once attended and he loved his job but it was the small things that annoyed him, like the lack of funding. He was off home soon and he was pleased it wasn't his turn to cook tonight! His housemates knew he was rubbish in the kitchen and he was convinced that they only put him on the rota because they could guarantee a take away on those days.

Home, for Tae, was a 4 bedroom house that he had moved in to when he started university and he still shared with the same guys. The dynamics had changed slightly because when they had first moved in the 4 rooms had been occupied by Jimin, Jin, Hobi and himself. Over the years, Jin's boyfriend, Namjoon moved in and Hobi got together with a local record producer called Yoongi so he'd moved in a couple of years ago too. They were a happy, busy household and it was all so easy going and the rent was extremely cheap since everyone was working, so no one moved out... people just kept moving in.

Jimin was out on a date tonight and Tae knew that if ever there was any chaos in the house, it would be caused by Jimin because he really was a drama queen. They loved Jimin, he was endearing, he was funny, even when he was being bratty and they'd begged him countless numbers of times to leave his over dramatics at work but they'd also had to accept that it was part of who he was.

When Tae got in, he hung his door key up and stopped in the entrance to the lounge as Jimin ran around, hands flailing, muttering about something. The pink haired man stopped when he saw Tae and rushed over, towel around his waist, pink strands of hair stuck to his face, dripping with water.

"Tae! Oh my God! I am desperate!"

"I thought that was why you were going on a date?" Tae winked.

"What?" Jimin stood and thought for a second "Oh ha, ha! No, I need some deodorant, do you have any?"

"Deodorant? All of this is because you stink?"

"Practically life and death, Taetae." Jimin pouted.

Tae rolled his eyes and turned away from Jimin "I'll grab some from my room."

"You are such a life saver! I love you and you are my favourite roomy!" Jimin called after him.

"Yoongi is your fave roomy as he made you breakfast this morning, remember?" Tae shouted back.

**

Watching a movie or playing computer games were the households favourite past times. They all had busy lives and full time jobs so being able to unwind with friends was good for them all. Jimin had gone out, finally, after having several more fits about nothing and Namjoon had gone to bed with a headache so the 4 remaining guys had decided on a movie.

"Work was tough today, I saw a boy that had, had his first sexual experience and it hadn't gone well." Hobi was a counsellor at the local family centre and dealt mainly with teenagers who were trying to cope with their sexuality.