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“Kim, can you stop being an asshole for one second and pass the ball?”
“Fuck off Jeon. Go back to guarding the net.”
“God, you are such a little bitch I’m gonna -”
“Shut up, I can’t concentrate!”
“You wouldn’t need to concentrate if you would just pass!”
Taehyung tears his eyes away for a second to send daggers through Jungkook’s head, and it gives Jimin just enough time to steal the ball.
“Oh my god,” He screams, and he stops in his spot with his arms raised up in the air. “Look what you just did!”
“What I just did? It’s not my fault you’re the shittiest player on this team!” Jungkook knocks into him as he jogs back to the other side.
“Ha that’s fucking rich considering I’m captain and you're not asshole.”
Jungkook whips around. “I swear to God - “
“What?” Taehyung taunts. “What’re you gonna do? You gonna cry? Aw look, look at you you’re already -”
Jungkook growls and lunges at him, knocking Taehyung backwards into the grass as he scrambles on top of him and he brings his fist down to punch him right in the face. Taehyung dodges, throwing his knee up and hits Jungkook in the groin, before he shoves him off and climbs on top of him. Jungkook tries to grab for his neck to strangle him but Taehyung beats him to it and hits him square in the jaw. Jungkook hears ringing, and he doesn’t know if it’s his own ears or the sound of the whistle.
“Stop! That’s enough. Kim, Jeon, on your feet!”
Jungkook shoves Taehyung off, glaring at him murderously as he rubs at his jaw and the two of them scramble up from the ground. Coach stands in front of them, arms crossed and face red - the perfect picture of anger.
“Would either of you like to explain to me why you’re trying to kill each other in the middle of a damn scrimmage?”
Both of them start screaming.
“He’s being a damn ball hog, he’s got it out for me and he won’t pass me the -”
“He just attacked me out of nowhere coach, he’s jealous of me and I-”
“ Enough!”
Jungkook and Taehyung flinch backwards from the scream and both look down to the ground like kids being scolded.
“I coach a college level soccer team, not a damn day care. This happens almost every other practice and I’ve had it up to here with the both of you! Taehyung, you’re team captain and you should know the importance of teamwork. That means you have to pass the ball to everyone, and that includes Jungkook.”
“But -”
“No more buts!” Taehyung curls into himself and Jungkook grins.
“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook Jungkook! You should know that Taehyung is captain, and he knows what’s best for the team and that everyone else gets to play too. You’re not the only star on this team, got it?”
Jungkook’s smile falls off his face as fast as it appeared and he fiddles with the hem of his jersey. He looks behind coach to see some of his teammates looking terrified while others are hiding a laugh.
“Now, since both of you want to be idiots today, both of you get to go run drills on the stands. Don’t stop until practice is over and then come back and clean up this field.”
Jungkook’s heart falls to his feet at having to miss out on practice time but he doesn’t want to get into any more trouble today, so he just nods and runs to the bleachers to start. He can hear Taehyung running behind him, heavy footsteps echoing and breaths ragged and when he turns around he can see murder in his eyes.
Feeling is mutual asshole.
They run up and down the stairs, over and over, and it’s hotter than hell and Jungkook contemplates “tripping” and shoving Taehyung down the stairs to his doom. After what seems like forever, he sees the team start clearing from the field and inwardly cheers at finally being done. He has sweat running down his face into his eyes and down onto his lips, the salty water in his mouth is not unfamiliar but no less disgusting.
Taehyung has already taken off to the other side of the field, probably to give the team an apology for missing out practice as captain and Jungkook huffs, jogging after him. When he catches up to Taehyung he expects the rest of the team to already be in the change rooms, but obviously some of them hang behind.
“ - almost killed us today because of you guys.” Jimin says from his spot on the ground.
Hoseok nods in agreement. “Honestly, you two can channel your testosterone and kill each other all you want but don’t get Coach angry man, he’s way meaner than Taehyung at giving drills.”
Taehyung chuckles as he picks up the cones scattered across the field. “Does that mean I should be upping my game then?”
“You two seriously either need to kill each other or fuck already it’s getting fucking annoying.” Yoongi grunts, lifting himself off the ground and sauntering over to grab his gear like he didn’t just throw out a suggestion like that.
Jungkook startles as he picks up stray balls from the ground. “Yeah right. I wouldn’t fuck Kim even if he was the last man on earth. I’d honestly fuck a pole before I’d fuck him.”
“Uh, excuse me? You’d be fucking lucky to suck my dick Jeon.”
“I’ll bite it off.”
“Jungkook what the fuck ? Don’t threaten a guy’s dick man, it’s just not cool.” Namjoon’s voice calls from where he’s leaning against the poles of the net.
“You two have just gotta let it out, you know. You’re very frustrated with each other and it’s gonna be bad for us! Our first game of the season is coming up and if you don’t sort this shit out it’s gonna be a rehash of that last tournament we did for fun .” Jimin says teasingly with a hint of seriousness.
“Dude that was so horrible.” Seokjin groans as he remembers the tragic game. The only reason they even won that was because the other team got careless and Taehyung got in a penalty shot at the last minute.
“It was fucking Kim’s fault as always!”
“It was so not my damn fault asshole you just couldn’t stand not being the one to score the goal for once!” Taehyung screams from the other side of the field, his head peeking around from the 10 cones piled up in his hands.
“No. I was wide open and could’ve scored the goal but of course you just had -”
“Will you two shut the fuck up already!? Oh god, the amount of hatred I can feel right now.” Jimin screams as he rubs his temples. “How the hell did I end up in a team where two people hate each other this much to the death?”
“Yeah man, you two have so much pent up frustration I can feel it radiating whenever you step in the same room.” Hoseok cackles.
“I think that’s their sexual tension.” Yoongi chimes in.
“Oh, is that what they call hatred nowadays?”
“You guys are insane. Sex isn’t going to solve anything.” Jungkook shoves the balls harshly into the bag and throws it over his shoulder.
“That’s true. Jungkook would probably complain about how he should be the one to top, and I stole the position from him if I ended up topping!”
Jungkook turns around with his jaw clenched and his fists holding so tight onto the bag he’s going to rip it. “Fuck you, Kim.”
Taehyung throws his head back in laughter. “You wish, Jeon! I’d rather die before I’d let you go anywhere near my ass.”
He shoves up his middle finger and whips back around, stomping angrily to the storage closet. Fucking Kim Taehyung. Jungkook hates him so fucking much and his friends are right, he can’t stand being in the same room with him for longer than 5 minutes without wanting to explode. The guy’s always got something to say, always has an arrogant smirk on his face, thinks he’s better than everyone and always ready to get on Jungkook’s last frickin nerve.
He can just imagine grabbing onto his fucking neck and squeezing the damn life out of him until his breath stops and his eyes are glassy. He wants to just punch him in his stupid fucking perfect jaw. Pound him right into the ground and get him to beg for mercy. He could just imagine him right under him, begging for more and ready to -
“Jungkook, hurry the fuck up before all the showers are taken!” Seokjin screams as he runs past him.
Jungkook chokes on his breath and shakes his head frantically. What the fuck. He shouldn’t have these thoughts right now, not in the middle of the evening and nowhere near anything that should be triggering them. Fucking Kim Taehyung - couldn’t even leave him alone in his own head. Fuck. Kim Taehyung.
~
“Hey Jeon, you’re still coming by my place tonight right?” Mark asks him as they’re drying themselves off, bodies half naked and hair still wet.
“I dunno man. Why’d you have to make your kick-back on a Wednesday night? We have practice at 6 am and I have class at 8:30.”
“Just go to practice then skip class you fucking nerd.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, pulling the wet towel off his head. “Nerds have a future.”
“First of all, you’re playing first string at one of the best universities in the country. That is your future. Second, you gotta live a little man, you’re such a loser.”
Jungkook scoffs as he grabs a black t-shirt out from his locker and pulls it over himself. “There’s nothing wrong with a backup plan.”
“Back-up plan, shmack-up plan. You gotta live life on the edge bro.” Mark slaps a palm on his back and continues to edge him on, poking at his side and pulling at his shirt. Jungkook contemplates shoving the guy’s head into the locker but he eventually heaves a sigh - he wasn’t really planning on saying no anyway.
“Alright.” He eventually concedes, shaking his head once more as he closes his locker.
“That’s right.” Mark grins, crossing his arms victoriously. “Class is for the weak.”
“I’m not skipping my classes smart-ass. You know you still have to maintain a 2.7 gpa to stay on the team right?” Jungkook snips, shoving him lightly and Mark rolls his eyes, and makes a lame attempt to kick at him but he dodges easily.
“Mark should be the last person you talk to about gpas. He really doesn’t seem to understand that concept seeing that he’s at a 2.8 right now.” Jackson says as he walks by, giant duffle bag hanging on his arm.
“Hey, fuck you man!” Mark scrambles around, shoving his stuff in his bag and runs after his ride. “A 2.8 is still better than a 2.7!” He turns and cups his mouth as he screams into the room. “You all better be there later or I’m never letting you into one of my parties again!”
There’s unanimous sounds of ‘yeahs’ and ‘shut ups’ from the other guys in room as Mark winks at him and bolts out after Jackson and Jungkook is left shaking his head. He really likes Mark, but sometimes the guy can be just a bit too much.
“I’m just saying. I swear to God that is a fucking third nipple.” Jungkook hears Jimin’s voice from the other side of the locker room get louder as he walks over with his bag slung over his shoulder to join them.
“It’s not a third nipple. It’s a big beauty mark and I love it. You assholes are fucking jealous.” Seokjin says as he’s rubbing lotion over his chest.
“Why would we be jealous of a third nipple?” Taehyung comments. He’s seated on the bench, bent over and tying his shoes.
“Can it, Tae. You’re captain on the field but in here you’re younger and I’ll crush you.”
“Sorry hyung.” Taehyung laughs.
“Isn’t it still funny how you’re Kim, and I’m Kim and Taehyung is also Kim?” Namjoon peers his head out from behind his locker. “Shouldn’t we have numbers or something?”
“We have this discussion like almost every week. Actually I swear we just talked about it yesterday.” Hoseok zips up his bag, rolling his eyes at Namjoon who just scratches the top of his head. “Oh yeah, the tone thing! What was it again...”
Hoseok sighs. “With Taehyung it’s like Kim, and Jin it’s like Ki m , and with you it’s Ki m.” He says each Kim exaggeratedly differently from the other, mouth and hand gestures coupled along with it. It was hard at first getting used to it on the field but now they’ve just known each other long enough to just know who they’re referring to.
Meanwhile, the rest of them have joined in imitating what their own renditions of the tones sound like and Jungkook watches as they fall over on each other laughing. Jimin’s head is almost in Taehyung’s lap as he snorts and giggles. The brunet laughs equally as hard that his eyes almost disappear, his lips curved into that odd shape that it always has.
“So who’s driving to Mark’s tonight?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook startles, a little too aware that he was staring for longer than normal.
“Me and Seokjin.” Namjoon says, car keys already in his hands. “Hoseok is coming with me back home and I’ll grab you and Taehyung from your place in an hour.”
“I guess I’ll head to Yoongi and Kook’s place in an hour too then.” Seokjin pulls his shirt over and leans against the locker.
“I swear if one of you fools flops again...” Yoongi grumbles gets up to leave, followed by Jimin who throws an arm over his shoulder and hangs off him like a koala.
“Gross.” Jungkook mutters, watching his two best friends act disgusting with each other, yet again.
“You two should take notes.” Hoseok suddenly says as he hops between him and Taehyung.
“Fuck off.” Jungkook shoves him off and walks faster. He hears giggling behind him and he turns to roll his eyes at Taehyung and Hoseok whispering into each other’s ears like high schoolers.
~
The party is a bust. Or maybe Jungkook just isn't feeling it tonight.
It’s definitely the latter because he can see everybody else having a grand old time, swaying with the music and getting wasted on the 90 different assortments of alcohol Mark has piled on his giant glass table. Beer pong goes on in the corner of the room, body shots in the other corner, some girl is grinding on Seokjin and he can see Jimin mouth at Yoongi’s neck on the couch 5 feet away from him. So much for subtlety. He doesn’t even know where the fuck Hoseok and Namjoon are.
He sighs as he leans back against the wall, corona in his hands as he closes his eyes. He should’ve known it’d turn out this way when Mark threw him the invite, but he’s never been one to say no. That’s one of his problems he guesses, he’s just a people pleaser.
“You look like you’re having fun.” Jungkook knows who it is without even opening his eyes.
“Seriously, fuck off Kim.”
“Do you know any other words other than fuck off?”
“Coming from you? That’s fucking rich.” He pops open one eye to see Taehyung propped up against a chair in front of him. He’s wearing tight leather pants that make his ass pop, and a loose V-neck shirt that goes halfway down his chest. His hair is long, and while sometimes it’s straight or in a little ponytail, tonight it’s wavy and messy and covers his eyes. It makes him look soft, but sexy and Jungkook doesn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.
“You’re not gonna dance?” Taehyung asks, cocking his head to the side.
“What’s it to you?”
“Just wondering. We could dance together.” He wiggles his eyebrows and Jungkook wants to punch him.
“Fuck. Off.” He grits out.
Taehyung has the audacity to laugh. “Your loss, Jeon.” He turns and fucking winks.
If Jungkook were to die, he thinks it would definitely be at the hands of Taehyung. Probably a stroke from the amount of stress he gives him. Fucking asshole always trying to rile him up - and for what? Jungkook honestly thinks the guy is a sadist that feeds off his suffering. Like a damn succubus. He finishes his drink and goes over to the other side of the room to take 5 more shots of god knows what.
“Fucking yes, Jungkook.”
“Loosen up, big guy!”
3 shots later and he finally sees Taehyung again. Jungkook is leant against the bar, some random girl all up on him, hair all fluffed up wrong and smelling like death. She’s trying to mouth at his jaw and running her fingers against his chest and Jungkook just wants to shove her off. She’s not even what’s holding his attention. What’s holding his attention is Taehyung.
Taehyung is on the dance floor, hips moving seductively on some dude’s crotch. It takes Jungkook a moment but he realizes that Taehyung is staring right at him, gaze trying to be uninterested but his smirk gives it away. He moves his arm up behind him and grabs onto the guy’s neck, moving up and down but not once taking his eyes away from Jungkook. Is this the game he wants to play tonight?
Fuck him. Jungkook isn’t giving in.
Taehyung finally breaks eye contact with him to turn around and put his body flush against this guy’s chest. His hands are snaking up around his neck to tug at his hair and the guy looks like he lets out a moan. Taehyung finally spins him around, so that Jungkook can see his face leaning on the crook of the guy’s neck - he’s looking at him again and he fucking winks. Taehyung starts nibbling on this guy’s ear lobe and the glass in Jungkook’s hand is already starting to crack. Fuck.
Taehyung continues to tongue and suck on the guy’s ear until he shifts and starts kissing down Taehyung’s neck, making way down his V-neck. Taehyung lets his eyes roll into the back of his head and Jungkook can just hear the moan that escapes his soft and slick pink lips from here. It shoots down straight to his dick and he can feel the bulge in his pants.
That’s it. It's the fucking alcohol - he wouldn't be acting this way and nearly this frustrated if it weren't for the alcohol. He shoves the girl off of him and storms across the room, vision a little blurry from his drinks and mind definitely not thinking straight. He reaches Taehyung and grips hard onto his arm.
“Come with me.”
Taehyung smiles sweetly. “Oh, Jeon, is that you? Are you taking charge now?” He says in a voice so sickening Jungkook wants to vomit.
“Fucking come with me now, asshole.”
“Yeah, I don’t want to anymore. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Now I’m dancing with -” He pauses to look lazily back at the guy who he was just grinding on 10 seconds ago.
“Minjae?”
“Minjae.”
“Well, tell Minjae he can fuck off to where he came from.”
Minjae’s eyes bulge out of his sockets, and while Jungkook doesn’t take pride in threatening people it’s a little hard with the way he carries himself when he’s a buzzed and frustrated - he doesn’t even realize how hard one of his fists are clenched. It also certainly doesn’t help that he’s dressed head to toe in black: leather jacket, Levi’s, combat boots and all the jazz. “Why do you always go to parties looking like a fucking hitman?” Yoongi always asks him, and well, he’d come to his own defense but it’s kinda true.
“Woah,” the guy holds his hands up, palms facing out, “I was just dancing, I didn’t know you two were - I didn’t know he was yours.”
The both of them look equally offended and disgusted.
“I’m not his.”
“He’s not mine.”
Minjae looks extremely confused and definitely not sober enough for this and Jungkook rolls his eyes before dragging Taehyung out of the crowd by his elbow.
“Do you have the stuff?” Taehyung whispers into his ear.
“Of course I do.” He grits through his teeth.
“Closet for two then?” Taehyung asks, smile playing on his lips, and Jungkook can’t help but crack a smile of his own.
~
“Fuck. You're so tight."
“Oh am I?" Taehyung pants. "Was under the impression that this would be so easy seeing how it's totally our first time," He mutters, "Idiot.”
"Are you physically incapable of shutting up even when I'm about to do you the favour of fucking you?" Jungkook spits back. The closet is already small and paired with Taehyung's body heat and desperate pants, brushing against his ears is getting him more and more bothered by the minute.
“A favour?" Taehyung snorts. "This closet isn't big enough for both of us and your fucking ego, man."
"You're about to fuck yourself if you don't zip it."
"Would you so kindly do me the honour then? Because I’ve been waiting for the past 5-" The words on his lips die, shifting into the softest moans when Jungkook finally enters, gripping forcefully on Taehyung's sides and pushing in.
“Fuck.” Taehyung winces, arching under Jungkook's touch.
"Regretting that now aren't you?" Jungkook says, lowering himself down to Taehyung’s face, noses brushing and breaths lingering on each other’s lips, but not touching. “You’re the one who wanted to rush, I was still getting you ready.”
“Well, sorry for being impatient you f--” Taehyung’s words die on his tongue again, his fingers digging deeper into Jungkook’s arm.
He moans as he tilts his head back, neck on full display for Jungkook to see. It’s too tempting for him to resist and he lets his lips wander down, just about to bite. “No marks.” Taehyung hisses out almost immediately and Jungkook stills, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, I fucking know, Kim. Don’t have to tell me.” He grits back, pulling out and then quickly thrusting back into him again. He tries not to show it, but Taehyung's heat is making him go a little crazy, and he exhales heavily onto Taehyung's toned stomach, letting his tongue poke at his navel.
“God. Jungkook."
"Just Jungkook is fine, thanks."
Taehyung groans, but there's a hint of a smile, "Dude, shut up."
Jungkook chuckles, trailing his tongue up, higher and higher until it reaches Taehyung's nipple, finally letting his teeth nibble in a place that is allowed, marking territory with his saliva. Another moan escapes Taehyung's lips, "J-Jungkook. Fuck, you're so-" He's cut off once again as Jungkook pulls out to thrust back in again.
“What was that?” Jungkook says as he steadies his pace a little, "I didn't quite catch it."
“I -" Taehyung exhales shakily, "What?”
"You were saying something."
"Was I?" Taehyung whispers, a little dazed and Jungkook can't help but grin at the thought of finally rendering Kim Taehyung speechless.
“You were. I think you were about to say I was so ... so what, hm? Amazing? Dashing? Hopelessly handsome?” Jungkook lets out a breath in Taehyung’s face and lowers down to tongue at his adam’s apple.
“Dream on, dickhead.” Taehyung says, his throat rumbling under Jungkook's lips. He pulls up to see Taehyung close his eyes before he arches up for more. “Fucking move, Jungkook.” He grits.
“Someone's eager tonight.” Jungkook whispers snarkily, gripping the boy's hips with more frevor before pulling out to thrust in again harshly, jerking Taehyung's body up to let slip one of the most gratifying moans he’s heard all night, sending it straight down to his gut.
“J-Jungkook, c'mon. More.” Taehyung nearly whines when Jungkook pauses again, running his tongue along the side of the boy's jaw before growling,
“Beg me.”
The words are raspy, harsh and Jungkook smirks when he sees how much it riles Taehyung up, his breaths getting shakier as he grips harder onto Jungkook's arm. “M-more, Jungkook.” He gasps. "Please."
“Please, what?” Jungkook snarls into Taehyung’s ear.
“Please.”
Jungkook chuckles and now he knows he's just being an asshole. “ I can't give you what you want unless you ask for it.” He licks up along Taehyung's neck again, shifting around inside him but still not thrusting, and another whine slips from the lips of the boy squirming under him.
“Please fuck me, Jungkook.” Taehyung finally says as his eyes roll into the back of his head, arching his back up so high that Jungkook thinks it might snap.
“Mm. That’s right.” Jungkook whispers just before he thrusts back into him harshly and roughly on purpose a few times, and Taehyung’s body slides up a few inches on the floor. He gasps, hissing against Jungkook’s neck.
“Fucker.” He growls.
“My pleasure.” Jungkook smiles into the side of Taehyung’s head and starts thrusting into him again, feeling Taehyung’s body going less stiff and more responsive and willing as time goes by, Jungkook's breaths getting rougher as he braces himself over the boy under him,
“Is it okay?” He asks, voice gentler now.
Taehyung just hums, but with the way he's reciprocating with so much heat, fingers dragging along the juts of Jungkook's shoulders--he assumes that's good enough.
After a while, Jungkook starts thrusting faster, fingers holding down at Taehyung’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Taehyung suddenly mouths at his neck when he gets low enough and tightens, catching Jungkook off guard and he nearly crushes the boy beneath him. He groans into the crook of Taehyung's shoulder, feeling the boy's uneven breaths against the back of his ear.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Taehyung chuckles, "Did that feel too good?"
"Kim." He says lowly.
Taehyung doesn't back down, only grins harder, "How's your stamina tonight, hm? Gonna be the first to come again, baby?"
Jungkook's eyes darken. Silence really is out of Taehyung's capabilities. He lets go of Taehyung's hips only to grab back at it again in a different position, and with his chest flush against Taehyung’s, he fucks him into tomorrow. It’s deep and rough, and he revels when the only sounds he can hear from Taehyung's lips are continuous moans, which only adds to the heat building at Jungkook's core and making him lose his poise, his thrusts getting more and more erratic. And when Jungkook readjusts once more, Taehyung squirms before letting out the most sensual sound he’s made all night.
Jungkook smirks. He grips harder and thrusts back in, trying his best to hit it and judging from Taehyung’s pretty pink lips continuously asking for more, he knows he's right at it. Taehyung's moans get louder, pleases and babys, oh, God Jungkook's mixing together all together, all these soft and raspy noises shooting straight down to Jungkook’s dick and the little bit of drool dripping down Taehyung's lips are driving him fucking insane. Jungkook can feel the heat pooling in his gut. He bites down hard on his lip, keeping himself together - he is not giving Taehyung the satisfaction again. "Taehyung," He groans, almost pleading, "Come."
Of course he doesn't, but then again, when has Taehyung ever done what he's asked? Jungkook decides to end this himself, knowing it's foul play but he doesn't quite care at the moment as he reaches down for Taehyung’s dick. Taehyung gasps when he takes hold and he only has to tug three times before Taehyung gasps, fingers digging so harshly into Jungkook's back as he comes all over himself and onto the floor of Mark’s unsuspecting closet. It's a sound so gratifyingly beautiful that Jungkook loses his breath, not being able to keep quiet either as he orgasms just moments later.
The closet is left in silence, the only thing that can be heard are their rapid breaths against each other's skin. Jungkook's body is still sprawled over Taehyung's, the two of them lying there for almost two full minutes as they come down from their climax.
Unfortunately, silence with Kim Taehyung can only last so long.
“Dude, stop breathing on me.” He says, shoving Jungkook off.
Jungkook flops over on his back, huffing exasperatedly. He pulls the condom off, tossing it in the trash by the corner of the room. “Why the fuck does Mark have a trash can in his coat closet?” He mutters.
“Probably because he knows shit like this happens at his parties.” Taehyung murmurs from beside him. The room is still dark, ragged breaths in the air. The only difference now is that Jungkook is on his back.
“You really didn’t have to attack me like that on the field today.” Taehyung says eventually, filling up the silence.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, not even turning to face him. “You deserved it.”
“Did not.”
“Pass me the ball next time dickhead.”
“I’d pass you the ball if you were good enough to receive it.”
“I’m twice the player you’ll ever be you fucking -” Jungkook growls, but he barely gets to finish his sentence because then a hand is slapped over his mouth, and it takes him longer than it should to realize that Taehyung is straddling him.
“Shhh!” Taehyung hisses, and he brings his face down so close that their noses are practically touching. “Did you hear that?” He whispers.
Jungkook’s eyes widen. Fuck, is somebody coming into the closet? Shit. “Wngh?” He tries his best to talk with Taehyung’s hand still planted over his mouth, and anxiety is churning restlessly in his stomach.
“It’s - It’s...” The look of fear on Taehyung’s face is almost frightening, and Jungkook’s about to pull his hand off to ask what the hell’s wrong with him but then he opens his mouth again and says, “...the sound of a broken record.”
Motherfucker.
Jungkook rolls his eyes so hard they’re just about to pop out of his skull. He shoves Taehyung off with so much force he goes flying backwards but the brunet barely even acknowledges it because he’s laughing so hard that it’s absurd.
“You’re the worst person in the entire fucking universe.” Jungkook snarls, sitting up ready to strangle him but the sight in front of him gets him to hesitate. Taehyung is practically curled up in a ball as he laughs, little snorts escaping in-between which Jungkook thinks sounds ridiculous.
“You shoulda seen your face.” Taehyung giggles, a sound that feels eerie to Jungkook’s ears and makes his stomach feel strangely uncomfortable.
“Fuck you.” He grumbles.
Laughter is still on Taehyung’s lips as sits up and wipes at his eyes. “Already done dude.”
“I hate you.”
Taehyung scoffs. “I know.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Wow so mature.”
“More than you!”
The two of them glare at each other from opposite sides of the closet for what seems like forever until Taehyung lets out another scoff and starts feeling around for his clothes scattered across the floor. He stops when he grabs something and starts wiping himself down with it.
“Dude, what the fuck that’s my shirt!” Jungkook whines when he realizes what it is and he crawls over to grab it out of Taehyung’s hands.
“If you get to fuck me then I get to clean up with your shirt.”
“Well am I supposed to wear now?”
“I dunno,” Taehyung shrugs. “Just turn it inside out or something. It’s not like it’ll be the first time you’ll have my cum all over you.”
“You’re disgusting, you know that?” Jungkook says, lazily turning his shirt inside out and slipping it over his head. He sits back on his bottom as he watches Taehyung get up from the floor and wince when he tries to pull his pants back up. He wobbles around like a baby giraffe taking its first steps and Jungkook can’t help but smile in satisfaction.
“Shut up.”
“I didn’t even say anything.”
“If I can’t run tomorrow, I’ll make you’ll suffer.”
“Whatever, asshole.”
“I’m sure you loved my asshole.”
Jungkook reaches out to swipe at him but Taehyung dodges swiftly, pushing himself back off the ground with a grunt and a chuckle. “Practice is at 6 am.”
“Hope your ass can recover in 5 hours.”
Taehyung just rolls his eyes, turning around one more time to give him the middle finger before he slams the closet door shut and Jungkook is left sitting alone in the dark, an odd feeling settling in his gut.