danger

[baekri]

danger
taekook
4423 words



jeongguk isn’t really sure exactly when his life started to spiral out of control.

the only thing that he knows for sure is that it started with taehyung. or, technically, it started with yoongi. it started with practicing his tag on the wall of what he thought was an abandoned building. he never expected to be cornered by some terrifying looking guys, obviously gang members. he really never expected for one of the guys to be kim taehyung, the same kim taehyung that walks the halls of his high school.

it’s only been a few months since then, and somehow everything has changed completely. he’s been kicked out of his house, taken in as a member of this gang after three months of probation during which he ended up rooming with taehyung.

and taehyung has been steadily ruining his life.

because taehyung likes to share a bed with him (like right now). he likes to cuddle with him (like right now), likes to invade every single inch of his personal space (like right now) and spend hours just talking to him (like right now).

he's never had someone so unreasonably good looking talk to him before, much less get this close. it's making him dizzy, all kinds of fucked up and he has to remind himself to breathe and no. no, stop it. don't react.

but taehyung is good looking. incredibly good looking in a way that jeongguk can't ignore, with big eyes and perfect lips and great collarbones and a cute nose and a jawline that could kill. his hair is ridiculous, once loud color faded into something almost like a light pink mixed with dirty blond, like he bleached it first but wasn't careful about it.

jeongguk remembers when it was bright orange. he remembers seeing taehyung walking around the hallways of their school, remembers him getting written up every single day for it but not caring enough to change it. he remembers because it inspired him to try out his own brand of rebellion, a dye that was supposed to turn his hair some kind of maroon. it barely showed up, but his heart was still pounding when he walked into school on monday morning.

no one had even looked twice at him. no one said a thing. he never got written up, because that's the kind of unwanted perk that comes with being a "good kid from a good family."

yeah right.

jeongguk scoffs to himself, but it's hard to keep focusing on nostalgia when taehyung is so close.

"hm?"

he must have been talking, must have been asking him something because he can feel the ghost of taehyung's warm breath at the back of his ear, the sound he just made trying to coax jeongguk into an answer.

"um. what?" he asks instead, because he has a tendency to block out everything around him and think too much sometimes.

taehyung chuckles, and it sends something straight down jeongguk's spine.

"i said, are you attracted to me?"

no. nope. absolutely not. this is bad. this is extremely bad. this is the worst kind of test and jeongguk hates yoongi for it. he hates taehyung for going along with it and testing him like this. he hates himself for wanting to give in.

"no," he answers flatly, and tries to sound final about it.

it doesn't work.

"really?" taehyung murmurs, and it sounds almost ... sly. of course it does. he knows what he's doing. it's been his job to do this the whole time.

jeongguk doesn't say anything. taehyung chuckles again and brushes his lips against the back of his ear.

and jeongguk snaps.

it's a matter of seconds, a flurry of flailing limbs and blankets that ends with jeongguk throwing open the door to yoongi's room. the older man just stares at him, clearly displeased, but he doesn't have a chance to say anything before words are crawling up his throat and tumbling from his lips.

"can you just. stop? please? can my probation be over now?"

yoongi is staring at him like he just grew three heads. jeongguk was taken off his probationary period almost a month ago. he's in. he knows this.

"what the hell are you talking about?"

yoongi is confused, annoyed with everything and jeongguk's eyes are wide, his breath coming a little short and it's clear how on edge he is.

"just. taehyung. can you call it off? ask him to stop? can it be done? i've passed, haven't i?!"

jeongguk is getting louder without realizing it. his voice cracks, and yoongi is looking more and more incredulous by the second.

"passed what?" he asks, voice raising to match jeongguk's volume. "you're not on probation anymore. you're in. we talked about this. so what the fuck are you screaming at me about?"

jeongguk is frustrated. his heart is pounding and he wants to rip his hair out. it's unbelievable that yoongi still won't say it. does he really think jeongguk was stupid enough not to figure it out?

"the test!" jeongguk practically yells, and it's a good thing the walls aren't paper thin. maybe everyone else won't hear each intimate detail of the conversation, at least. "i know you're testing me! i told you i was gay, so you assigned taehyung to come onto me to make sure that i wouldn't do anything weird! i get it! but i didn't do anything! so you can stop!"

yoongi just continues staring. there's a long beat of silence between them, long enough to be uncomfortable, before he finally speaks.

"you think that i told taehyung to hit on you to make sure that you wouldn't do anything gay here?"

his voice is just as incredulous as he looks, and jeongguk nods.

"... do you know how fucking stupid that sounds? are you an idiot?"

the irritation in yoongi's voice is almost full force now, reminiscent of the first time they met.

the words hit him square in the chest. he can't come up with anything to say.

"look," yoongi finally starts again, with the same sharp edge to his words. "i don't give a fuck what you do, or who you do. you can be gay here, you can be gay there, you can be gay anywhere. it's like a fucking dr. seuss book. alright? but don't come in here screaming at me ever again."

jeongguk deflates, all of the bravado that came with his burst of desperation quickly evaporating.

"so .. you're not ... you didn't ...?"

"no."

yoongi's reply is deliberate, the slightest bit sarcastic, coupled with the way he leans forward in his chair and gives jeongguk a pointed look.

"now get out."

jeongguk doesn't have to be told twice, and he starts slightly when yoongi's voice hits him again on the way.

"and knock next time."

mortification doesn't even begin to cover it. jeongguk makes his way back to his own room instead of returning to taehyung's. he closes the door carefully.

"hey."

he nearly jumps out of his own skin at the sound of taehyung's voice, looking to see the older boy sitting cross legged on his bed.

"what happened? there was a lot of screaming and i only overheard some of it."

jeongguk is too defeated to really protest. he sits down and rests his head in his hands, trying to wrap his head around the last ten minutes. the last three months.

"what did you overhear?"

his voice is slightly muffled but taehyung hears him and responds cheerfully, counting off the words on his fingers.

"uhhhh... idiot, fucking stupid, probation, dr. seuss ... gay?"

jeongguk resists the urge to groan. great. just great. instead he remains silent, which prompts taehyung to keep talking. as usual.

"alright, so let me try, and you can tell me if i'm right, okay? so. you suddenly had this realization, and you went to yoongi because like, you're freaking out. because that one character in that dr. seuss book is totally gay! that fox in socks. and yoongi was like, no, you idiot. you're fucking stupid. that fox wasn't gay, so you're on probation again. right?"

"sure." jeongguk responds wearily, because it's better than actually explaining the truth. "that's exactly what happened."

"no it isn't."

taehyung's response is immediate and unexpected enough to make jeongguk look up at him. he's smiling, wide enough to make his eyes turn into crescents. he laughs.

"i'm not that dumb."

jeongguk just stares at him, and then something weird happens. taehyung drops the smile and instead adopts an expression that's oddly serious, his voice lowering to a more reasonable volume.

"seriously, what happened? is everything okay?"

jeongguk should just say nothing. he should go to bed, pretend this never happened and maybe find a way to deal with it in the morning. or maybe he should just crawl into a hole and never come out again. or maybe he should scream.

instead, he quietly says "i'm gay" and makes sure that he isn't looking at taehyung. he doesn't want to see the shock and disgust that he's certain will appear on his face.

there's a long silence between them. long enough to start to get heavy, pressing down on jeongguk's chest. he's starting to feel like he can't breathe when taehyung breaks it.

"that's it?" jeongguk looks up at him again, confused. it's similar to how yoongi reacted, like nothing he could have expected.

"is there anything else?"

jeongguk shakes his head, and taehyung just nods, makes a face like he's processing the information.

"okay."

it's what he finally says, with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders, surprising jeongguk yet again when he bounces up and off the bed, heading for the doorway.

he pauses just before he disappears, fingers drumming against the doorframe.

"i am, too."

he drops a bomb and then he's gone, and jeongguk promptly starts choking on nothing.



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tension. that's what lives between them, what sinks its claws into jeongguk and grips on so hard that he can't think straight, can't even breathe. he wakes up the next morning (and every single morning for the rest of the week) on edge. it's like his entire body is pulled taut, keeping him from focusing on school, too concerned about making sure that taehyung doesn't get too close to him because if he does jeongguk is sure that he's probably going to explode and die.

and that's putting it lightly.

coming home doesn't offer any kind of relief. not after his home became this, the place he had been longing for but now it's suffocating. he hasn't eaten properly in days because he spends his time in his room, anxiously awaiting the moment when taehyung will burst his way through the door and.

and what?

what is jeongguk so afraid that he'll do? he can't be disgusted by his sexuality. he can't be avoiding him because of it, not if he's the same way. and if yoongi was being honest, if he really wasn't doing all of that on purpose to get to him .....

he slams his textbook closed and forces the thoughts out of his mind. it doesn't work, just like it doesn't stop the way that his heart is beating just a little too hard, a little too fast.

calm down. that's what he tells himself as he changes out of his uniform and into some clothes to sleep in. an oversized black tshirt and athletic shorts that are just a little too loose.

they're taehyung's. from when he first moved in, from when they were roommates, because he hasn't taken the time to get some for himself yet. because he doesn't have the money for it, being a high schooler who got kicked out and all of that.

he buries his face in his pillow and doesn't sleep for at least an hour and a half before it happens.

"jeongguk."

it's taehyung's voice, low and unmistakable. it's coming from just down and across the hall, from his room. he ignores it, but that doesn't work.

"jeongguk. jeonggukie. hey, jeongguk. jeongguk!"

"what?!"

it comes out before he has time to reign it back in and he immediately bites down hard on the inside of his cheek. fuck.

"come sleep with me."

"... why?"

jeongguk wants to kick himself. why is his mouth saying things, getting him into this conversation when he should just be ignoring it? pretending that he's asleep? that would be the smart thing to do.

maybe he is an idiot.

"because i can't sleep, and you can't either because you're awake and answering me."

well, he can't argue with that. so he doesn't. but still, he won't go headfirst so easily.

"...no," he finally says, and burrows himself into his blankets like somehow that will help protect him.

it doesn't.

taehyung starts up another chorus of his name, slowly picking up volume, dragging out the syllables until he hears the sound of a door opening. his breath catches in his throat.

"jesus christ, jeongguk will you just go so he'll shut up and i can get some sleep?"

it's a different voice. one of the other guys, and he inspires a small chorus of agreements. jeongguk doesn't really have a choice. he's the youngest, he can't exactly inconvenience all the older guys knowingly without facing some sort of consequence.

he isn't happy about it, but he goes. he finds himself in taehyung's far too familiar space, sitting on his far too familiar bed, careful not to focus on how the older boy is all stretched out and comfortable.

"hey, hey.. what are you doing? lay down!"

jeongguk feels himself die a little on the inside. sleeping in a bed with taehyung isn't unfamiliar, not in the slightest. but sleeping in a bed with taehyung after knowing that they're both gay and that taehyung hasn't been all over him just as a part of some weird test .... well, that's different.

still, he lays down. he stays as close to the edge of the bed as possible, pointedly keeping any part of his body from touching any part of taehyung.

it lasts all of five seconds, and then there are strong arms looping around his middle, tugging him flush against taehyung's chest in one quick movement.

great. less than five minutes and they're spooning.

jeongguk's nerves are starting to crawl.

he's sure that he's only imagining things the first time it happens. it isn't real, even if it's enough to send a shiver down his spine. he hopes that taehyung won't notice.

he does. of course he does, because the next time it happens, it's deliberate. a slow press of taehyung's lips against the back of his neck, almost like a kiss but not quite. he noses against the sensitive skin until jeongguk has goosebumps and he's sure that he can feel taehyung grinning.

jeongguk wants to ask him what the hell he's doing. he wonders for a brief, insane moment if taehyung is trying to take advantage of him while he sleeps or something. his nerves start to spike but his breath hitches when taehyung's fingers curl around the hem of his shirt near his stomach and taehyung chuckles.

"are you sure you're not attracted to me?"

fuck. his voice is low and quiet and close. it's hot right near jeongguk's ear, his mouth close enough to make jeongguk want it even closer even if that's insane. he's insane. they're both insane.

but he's starting to get hard.

when was the last time he jerked off? he can't even remember. it must have been before he even came here. he was too worried about school, about having a place to live, about fitting in with the group and not doing anything questionable ....

suddenly he's incredibly, painfully aware of the fact that it's been months since he got off. and taehyung is right here, pressed so close against him with his fingers absently toying at his shirt, breath on his neck and there's a pressure rapidly pooling between his legs that he can't do anything about.

fuck.

he doesn't think that he said that out loud but maybe he did. it's hard to tell when taehyung is chuckling again, giving a gentle bite to his clothed shoulder.

the last thing that he expects is for taehyung's fingers to let go, to release the fabric of his shirt and go for something else instead.

it's barely there. it's barely anything at all, just a brush of fingertips against the front of his shorts. but jeongguk is already well on his way to full hardness and it makes him obvious.

or maybe it's the way that his hips just barely tilt up, like he wants more.

this time he swears that taehyung is the one who's breath is hitching. another chuckle before he presses a downright kiss to jeongguk's neck, open so he can suck at the skin. jeongguk's cock twitches and it's game over.

he wants this. he wants taehyung. he wants him so badly, so completely and so suddenly that it nearly overwhelms him. it's like a rush, like a hit of some good drug and nothing is even happening. he wants it to happen. god he wants it to happen.

"i think you are."

jeongguk almost forgot that taehyung was even asking him a question. does the answer even matter anymore, when it's right in front of him like this? does he have to say it when taehyung's fingers are touching his cock with two layers of fabric between and sucking hickies onto his neck?

apparently the answer is yes.

taehyung isn't impressed with jeongguk's lack of a response. it shows when he draws his fingers back, back up to barely slip underneath jeongguk's tshirt, drawing idle circles on his stomach instead. he pulls his lips back too, close enough that jeongguk can feel his breath but nothing else. jeongguk almost whines, but bites down hard on his lip at the last moment.

"yes," he finally breathes out, like a sigh of frustration more than anything else.

"hm?" taehyung pauses in his circles, tapping his fingers against jeongguk's stomach instead.

"yes." this time it's a little firmer, a little more sure. if he has to suffer through this kind of mortifying confession to get what his body has been anticipating for weeks, well ... he'll just have to suffer and hope that it's worth it.

"yes. i'm attracted to you. very much so. you turn me on. i don't want you to stop. is that good enough?"

taehyung is chuckling again, deep and low in his chest because jeongguk is a firecracker when he wants to be. he doesn't take well to being vulnerable, but that's okay. taehyung can make him vulnerable. and then he can make him come.

"mmhmmm." he draws out the answer, a low hum more than anything else, his fingers slowly walking down jeongguk's stomach again. he keeps going until he's slipped between the fabric of jeongguk's boxers and athletic shorts - his shorts, he remembers with a grin - and he can feel how hard he is. it surprises him, just like the way that jeongguk's body gives an obvious shudder when he runs his palm over the length of his cock, his thumb pressing the fabric into the head. it's damp already, and fuck. that's hot.

he doesn't need any more permission. jeongguk doesn't protest when he shifts, pulls his hand back up just to slide it under his boxers and touch him properly. he's completely hard now, kind of ridiculously hard but it doesn't matter. taehyung is already sure that he's never felt a cock so perfect in his hand, but he holds off on telling jeongguk that just yet.

instead he squeezes around him, lets his other hand slide up under his shirt and kisses behind his ear.

"fuck, you're so hard," he breathes, and jeongguk's cock twitches again.

taehyung starts slow, long fingers giving slow pulls on jeongguk's cock that have the younger boy's head tipping back against his shoulder. he turns his own and leans in. the angle is uncomfortable but it doesn't matter as much as getting his mouth on every inch of jeongguk's skin does, and he relishes in the half-moan-half-sigh he gets when he bites and sucks at a particular spot.

the way that jeongguk starts to fall apart is, without a doubt, the hottest thing that taehyung has ever seen. he loves it, the way that his breath starts to come quicker, the more frequent sounds he pulls from his throat once his fingers start to learn what he likes best. like the way that jeongguk's hips cant up when he presses his thumb against the underside just below the head, or the groan that follows when taehyung lets his cock slip between his fingers.

taehyung's breath catches in his throat when jeongguk rolls his hips forward and then back, his ass pressing right into his own hard on. there's a brief pause, but it isn't any more than five seconds before jeongguk does it again.

"shit, jeongguk," taehyung half growls against his skin. he decides to throw caution to the wind, grinding his hips against jeongguk's ass with such a perfect pressure that it has his head spinning.

jeongguk doesn't say anything, but he reaches back with one hand, fingers grasping at the back of one of taeyung's thighs to give him leverage, to help him grind back against him harder. taehyung groans, and jeongguk shudders.

he's close. he's incredibly close because taehyung's fingers are long and slender and skilled and absolutely fucking perfect. his mouth is doing things to him, sending electricity through his nerves when he teasingly scrapes his teeth against his skin, when he bites down hard enough to leave a bruise and then soothes it with his tongue. taehyung has jeongguk's shirt pushed up his chest, his other hand steadily working one of his nipples until jeongguk is breathing so fast and shallow that it feels like he could drown.

he can feel taehyung. he can feel how hard he is, how close, grinding his cock against his ass with a kind of friction that's unbearable. it's a tease. it's such a fucking tease but jeongguk knows that he can't hold on long enough for taehyung to fuck him. he doesn't want to.

there's an ache inside of him that's steadily growing into something more like desperation. it has him grinding back hard against taehyung, sounds slipping out that he's forgotten to try and control and his fingers gripping at taehyung's thigh so hard that nails are digging in.

"oh my god," he groans, breathless and the way that taehyung is groaning and muttering endless praises against his skin isn't helping.

"shit..." his body is starting to tense, eyes closing and toes curling in anticipation because oh my god.

he doesn't have time to tell taehyung that he's coming. it doesn't matter. he knows, and it's why he pushes his thumb hard against that sweet spot and sends him rocketing over the edge.

jeongguk comes hard, back starting to arch but taehyung's arm is still wrapped around him, tugging and keeping him firmly in place. he bites hard on his lip but can't keep himself from crying out slightly, a breathless mess of sounds and curses and maybe even taehyung's name.

and maybe that's what sends taehyung over right behind him, hips still steadily grinding into jeongguk's ass until they stutter and slow and he's groaning long and low against the nape of jeongguk's neck as he comes.

he doesn't say anything, which is like some kind of miracle. they're both struggling to catch their breath, taehyung pressing a kiss to his nape and shifting around, maneuvering enough to wipe his fingers clean on the inside of jeongguk's boxers. they're both a mess and it's disgusting but he doesn't care. he's sated and jeongguk is warm and pliant against him, against the way that he wraps both arms around his middle and nuzzles into his hair.

"i can't believe that just happened." jeongguk is blissed out, satisfied all the way to his bones. he's comfortable and sleepy and suddenly nothing feels better than having taehyung attached to his back.

"let's talk about it tomorrow."

taehyung's lips move against his skin when he talks. it tickles, just barely, and then jeongguk is asleep.



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they sleep in too late. by the time jeongguk finally surfaces there's light streaming into the room, making him squint and groan before he remembers entirely where he is and why.

his face is on fire, and taehyung's grip is strong when he tries to get up. he gives a protesting groan and keeps him right where he is. he doesn't seem concerned at all about the fact that they both fell asleep with a mix of come and sweat in their clothes and jeongguk is sure that he's never felt more disgusting.

it takes roughly fifteen minutes to manuever his way out of taehyung's iron grip. once he does he looks back, and doesn't want to admit that the way that taehyung has one eye open is all kinds of endearing. something squeezes in his chest, and he quickly looks away.

"where're you going?"

taehyung's voice is low, husky and laced with sleep and jeongguk hates himself. a rush of heat slides through him, unwanted and inappropriate and god, is he that desperate?

"i feel disgusting."

by the time jeongguk pulls himself together enough to answer taehyung is sitting up, blanket falling away to reveal his bare chest and jeongguk swallows hard, hoping he won't notice the way his gaze lingers.

he does, just like always. and then he gets that lazy grin on his lips and jeongguk pushes up and off the bed immediately.

taehyung's fingers are around his wrist in a second, effectively stopping him. jeongguk gives a huff of frustration, turning to look down at him.

"what?" he asks.

"come here," taehyung answers with a tilt of his head, and then he pulls him down and kisses him.

jeongguk's face is on fire again. his heart is in his throat, nerves on high alert and taehyung looks good when he finally pulls away. really good. devastatingly good.

"sorry i didn't do that last night," taehyung says.

jeongguk kind of gapes awkwardly, looking for something to say. taehyung just laughs, rolling off of the bed and pressing another kiss to his cheek.

"come on," he says, locking their fingers and tugging him along, "let's go shower."

jeongguk sighs and gives in.