jeon jeongguk isn't stupid.

flavored lube is NOT stupid (or is it)

It's awkward.

Being back in the gas station. The same one as before, except this time so much has changed. It's almost interesting to think about. That an hour earlier, they were in the very same place as they are now physically, but drastically different mentally. That they were practically different people than they are now.

The unawareness of the girl behind the counter. The fact that she probably thinks they've always been this way, always rode bikes together with painful boners and smoldering kisses left to the backs of necks. Taehyung's neck. Jeongguk said it was fine before, to wait until they got home, but he's really struggling more than you'd think.

And that's part of the reason it's so awkward.

There's a lube isle. Not really an isle, but there's stacks of different flavors, all obnoxiously colored in a way that forces your eyes to look. Would make Jeongguk inspect them in the same way Taehyung vigorously is, if it weren't for his inability to focus. If it weren't for the way he's practically hanging off the back of Taehyung's body, clinging to him like a wet T-shirt. Like his own wet T-shirt, remnants of ginger ale lingering.

His breath is covering Taehyung's ear as Taehyung also tries to focus, but it's kind of hard. When Jeongguk's all over him. When all he wants to do is spin himself around and clutch the boy behind him, the boy who makes his heart swell in a way no one else ever could, and kiss him until they both see stars. Until they both collapse, on the grimy floor of a gas station while the cashier watches with judging eyes.

She's not really judging them. It's just the way she looks, naturally tired, naturally done with everything she's seeing, and she just happens to be seeing Taehyung and Jeongguk.

Taehyung and Jeongguk who are in that honey moon daze that's not really a honey moon daze because they're not necessarily dating, but they're together, and that's all that matters to them. If anything, that makes it sappier. More cheesy. Less appealing to look at, especially when you're exhausted and it's 3:00am.

Usually Jeongguk would be bothered with the prospect of someone staring at him. Specifically those bright blue eyes that are currently burning holes into the back of his neck, his neck that's painted with violets, watching as he drapes himself over Taehyung's back like the overly horny teenager he is.

But he doesn't care about the eyes. Thinks she can watch if she wants too, as he whispers something into Taehyung's ear about strawberry being his favorite fruit, and then Taehyung immediately responds with something about the lube not tasting anything like the real thing. They bicker for a moment, eventually fall back into silence while Taehyung continues looking.

Jeongguk's chin is nestled deep into his shoulder, lips practically finding permanent residence atop the patch of skin directly below his ear. They move periodically, while Taehyung examines the options like they're much more than lube. Like it's life or death.

Jeongguk feels butterflies in his stomach, ones that never seem to go away. Ones that make him wanna move even closer to Taehyung, and he does, his arms curl over Taehyung's ribcage and he pulls him closer, so Taehyung lets out a little laugh and turns his head a bit, maybe trying to kiss Jeongguk, but Jeongguk just murmurs something about him needing to pick out the lube and forces him to focus. Priorities.

He's just staring, fingers a few inches away from the grape lube, hovering, the blue eyes still staring from across the room, but again, that doesn't matter, because something's wrong. Taehyung's zoned out, here, but not really here, so Jeongguk removes his lips from the comfort that is Taehyung and asks him what's going on. Why he isn't moving. Why he isn't breathing either.

Taehyung finally breathes, and it makes Jeongguk's body move along with it, still firm in his position while he presses into him. It feels so perfect, so natural being connected to Taehyung this way, and he can't find it in himself to be patient for what's to come. For them to be connected throughly, souls and bodies intertwined alike.