Effect

㉔You Still Don't Get It?

  
Jeongguk was drunk, and he had just jerked Taehyung off. In his car. While his own cum was still spilled in his pants. But his inebriated mind impeded him from conceiving what exactly had happened.

"We should probably go to my apartment to clean up. How does that sound?" Taehyung questioned in a delicate tone and drew a gentle kiss on his forehead. Why the fuck did I do that?

"Mmm, yeah," Jeongguk mumbled cutely as his eyes closed and giggled afterwards.

Taehyung broke into a smile at the sight and shifted to the driver's seat.

They arrived fast enough, but by the time he returned to Jeongguk to help him get out, soft snores were seeping through his slightly parted lips. This brat. He chuckled and took him into his arms with gentle and careful moves, trying not to wake him, and he succeeded. He carried him to the door and leaned back to receive all of his weight on him so he could free one hand to unlock it. Although he struggled, he completed his task, and resumed his way to the bedroom.

He placed him on the bed and scuttled to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean him. He undressed him as gently as possible and rubbed the cloth over his groin, wiping the sticky substance, and it amazed him how Jeongguk remained asleep in the whole process.

Once he finished, he drew clean boxers on him. In order to put him a shirt on too since he didn't want the younger to get cold during the night or freak out when he would wake up in the morning half naked, he lifted his upper body, balancing it against him, and slid the shirt over him.

A honeyed hum rang in his ears, and he had to check if he had woken up, but he found him still fast asleep. He laid him down again and cocooned him with his feathery blanket before he retreated to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Arrayed in fresh boxers and an oversized shirt, he crawled under the covers next to him. He allowed his eyes to rest on his angelic face, a warm smile tugging at his lips. As if those lips held sway over his brain and body, they edged closer and closer until they connected with his forehead in a sugary kiss.

🥀

Jeongguk grimaced at the pounding dancing around his head the moment he woke up. He stretched his huddled-up limbs and yawned as his eyes cracked open. He blinked multiple times, absorbing the room he was into, and a spasm of shock crossed his face when he didn't recognize it as his own. He jolted to a sitting position, eyes bulging and flickering with dread.

No. The dawning realization burst on him like a thunder. No no no no no no no fuck! He hopped off the bed, only to freak out even more since he was wearing only boxers and a shirt that weren't his. Fuck!

He tiptoed to the living room, and the smell of fried eggs and sausages came to his senses. He followed the smell and ended up in the kitchen, finding a half-naked Taehyung cooking. "Um," leaked out of his mouth as he stood behind the table, trying to disguise his exposed legs.

"Oh, you're up? Good morning," greeted a cheerful Taehyung, who set the last fried egg on the plate with the rest of them.

"Yeah, um, I'm not wearing pants," Jeongguk murmured, timid, as he ducked his head and tugged the oversized shirt as low as possible.

"Ah, I'll get you something to wear."

"Why don't you give me my own pants?"

"Um." Taehyung scratched his nape as his brows curved upwards. "You don't remember what happened yesterday?"

"I'm having a little trouble remembering that, to be honest."