Thread by @crystalgoogie, Might Seduce Your Dad Typetaekook au where Jeongguk goes to his best [...]

Might Seduce Your Dad Type

taekook au where Jeongguk goes to his best friend’s house only to find out she isn’t there, but her dad is. Ten minutes alone together has Jeongguk on the kitchen counter while Taehyung’s tongue is buried inside of him.

Notes:
- Jeongguk is 20
- Taehyung is 35
- Jeongguk has like 4 orgasms
- Slight daddy kink
- Explicitly

“Yeonie, you said you’d be here,” Jeongguk whines through the phone, “I’m literally standing right in front of your house!”

“You act as if you’ve never been inside my house when I’m not there. Just play

video games in my room or something! My dad won’t be there until after I’m home, you’ll be fine.” Gahyeon explained through the phone, listening to the older sigh in discontent.

The thought of Taehyung lingers in his mind longer than it should, bringing up the little moments they’ve shared without his friend’s knowledge. It was never much, small touches, a bit of flirting, anything that made Jeongguk want to press a kiss on

the man’s beautiful lips. He wasn’t sure if he had feelings for him, but the sexual attraction was evident to both of them. He soon realized that Gahyeon was still talking, breaking him from his thoughts.

Hanging up abruptly, Jeongguk walks up to the door, picking out the spare key from the plant next to him, a dumb place to hide it, he thought. Quickly unlocking the door and making his way inside, he sets his stuff down and shuffles up the

stairs. Jeongguk was bored, so bored, and Gahyeon wouldn’t be home for the next hour and a half.

Humming to himself, he makes it to her room and grabs at the controller on her nightstand. Turning on the gaming system, he hears rustling downstairs. Must be Gahyeon. Excitedly, he turns on the other controller and patiently waits for her

footsteps upstairs. After loading up a game, he questions his assumption of who it was, seeing as there were no footsteps nor yelling at him for putting his stuff by the door.

'Did I lock the door behind me? Is someone trying to break in?'

Jeongguk looked around swiftly, eyes landing on the baseball bat poorly hidden in Gahyeon’s closet. Snatching it, he presses his back against the wall, poking his head out of the door for a moment. His fingers trembled slightly, of course, there would

be an intruder when he’s here by himself. Socks sliding against the carpet, he moves forward, placing one foot on the first step. He curled his toes in mild fear, not seeing anything but the rustling continued.

Each step took all the focus Jeongguk owned, trying not to make them creak. Tightening his grip on the bat, he keeps it over his shoulder, ready to aim at any moment. The boy’s breath was shaky, having never encountered something like this

before. Finally reaching the bottom two steps, he still sees nothing but can tell the noise is coming from the kitchen. Putting the wrong foot forward, his legs fumble together, leaving his head pressed into the floor and the baseball bat rolling to the side.

“Oh fuck,” He muttered, hands pushing himself off the ground, “what the hell?”

Jeongguk rubbed at his head as he muttered in pain, not noticing the man peaking at him from the other room. His eyes rolled at his ability to not blow his cover

before turning to catch the intruder’s eyes. It only took a moment to realize who it was, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

“M-Mr. Kim,” Jeongguk felt so dumb, watching as the man’s eyes scan his body with no intention of being subtle.

“Jeongguk,” He laughed brightly, looking back up at him, “what are you doing with a baseball bat?”

“I just thought you were supposed to be home later so I was expecting an intruder.” He felt hot with the other’s eyes raking over him as he dropped his head in embarrassment.

He’d been alone with the older man more times than he can count on his fingers, but never once embarrassed himself to this extent. Jeongguk didn’t want him to think of the younger man any different, to stop the small touches that he knows means something more.

“Cute,” He walked back into the kitchen, “since you’re down here, help me make dinner, assuming that you’re staying that long.”

With small steps, he quietly made his way to the kitchen, capturing the sight of

the older man with his sleeved rolled up to his elbows, cutting up a few vegetables. Jeongguk stood there waiting to be told what to do, watching his hand rock the knife into the cutting board swiftly.

“Mr. Kim, aren’t you going to question when I got here or like, why I’m here by myself?”

“You can call me Taehyung,” He spoke, knowing he’s told Jeongguk that more than once. He looked up from the counter, round glasses falling to the tip of his nose,

“and no, I saw your things by the door, knew it was you. I wasn’t worried, but I guess you can’t say the same.” His smile emerged as he used his arm to push his glasses back up.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk muttered, pulling his jacket off and hanging on the chair behind him, “what can I do to help?”

Taehyung pointed with the tip of his knife to the other vegetables sitting in a

bowl in the sink waiting to be washed. Instantly, he scurried over to them, running the water. It was silent for a few minutes, just the sound of them working.

“How’ve you been? ‘Been a minute since I saw that pretty face of yours.” He asked, starting to work on something else.

“Good, I guess. Just working hard, getting some money saved for next semester.”

He’d never had the chance to be with Taehyung for longer than five minutes, especially without Gahyeon being home. Anything could happen and Jeongguk was

nervous that he could potentially fuck this up, or maybe he already did.

“Mm.”

It got quiet again, Jeongguk mentally punching himself for talking about school. He could hear movement behind him, footsteps, this time knowing who it is. Hands

slipped onto his hips as he felt Taehyung’s body brush up behind him. Losing the ability to breathe, he freezes for a moment. He knew well enough that he felt Taehyung’s dick against his ass as he slid past the younger man.

“Sorry, didn’t have very much room to get by.” It was obvious that Taehyung wasn’t sorry, trying to stifle a small giggle.

“Mhm.”

“What, do you not believe me or something?” His voice became serious as if he

didn’t want Jeongguk to get the wrong idea, even though it wouldn’t be with everything that’s happened in the past.

It was new to Jeongguk, hearing his best friend’s father so stern. His voice was

deep, words thick as they fell from his mouth. It made him shudder, shamefully appreciating his sudden hostility.

“Not really.”

He felt the slight touches on his body one too many times to not say something, subtle trails against his lower back and such. One time Jeongguk went to get juice and Taehyung wouldn’t move from in front of the fridge, leaving the younger man to

try and move him out of the way. It led to Jeongguk being pinned against the counter for a few seconds, watching Taehyung smirk as he pulled away.

Everything the older man did was hot, yet, it felt so off to be even slightly

intimate with him, seeing as he is Gahyeon’s father. Taehyung knew how easy it was to get Jeongguk worked up, leave him so close to dropping to his knees. Their intimacy was neutral, however, Jeongguk getting risky a few times, his hands

“accidentally” rubbing up Taehyung’s thigh one time in the hallway on his way back to his friend’s room.

“Why’s that?”

“Dunno.” Jeongguk didn’t want to go into detail with every time they teased each other.

“You don’t know? Would it be clear if I pinned you against the counter again? Leave marks down your neck until you moan my name?”

The confidence in his words pierced Jeongguk like a spear, his heartbeat speeding

up at the sudden tension in the room. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, feeling the sentences run through his veins like electricity.

“Can’t talk now, right? Cat got your tongue? You want to question me and then not own up to it.” He chuckled, hands stirring something up, “Thought you were going to be such a good boy for me, Jeonggukie.” Taehyung tsked at the man’s silence.

Jeongguk would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least semi-hard at Taehyung’s sharp words, throwing any type of dominance the former owned out the door. He wanted nothing more than for the older man to put him in his place, push him onto his

knees and have Jeongguk take him in until he was choking.

“I- um,” He started, trying to find something, anything, to respond with, not wanting to leave Taehyung without a response again, “so, tomorrow at eight?”

He face-palmed mentally, dropping his head in embarrassment for the second time that night. The sound that escaped Taehyung’s lips made Jeongguk struggle to hold in a whine. It was a simple laugh, laced with the anticipation to destroy him; evil,

dripping a kind of confidence that kept the younger man trembling.

“Oh darling,” He started, smirking at the idea that lingered in his head, “those pants of yours won’t be lasting any longer than five minutes before they’re forgotten on the ground.”

There they were, the goosebumps that emerged on his skin, leaving his eyes to roll back in wonder. He turned around, finally looking at the man who’s natural dominance poured over Jeongguk’s body like honey. He could see Taehyung’s jaw

clench, his hands holding him up against the island.

“Is that so? You’d take five minutes just to do that? Is the old age getting to you?” Jeongguk teased, knowing Taehyung was only 35, but he was sure it’d make him go faster.

His risk of being bold had him holding his breath, unsure of whether it’d get him what he wants or not. He was a brat, they both knew that and for Jeongguk to press him to go faster would most likely end in something not so calm.

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to put me in my place or have me put you in yours. Each way, you better watch your mouth, doll.”

Taehyung stood up swiftly, not even making eye contact with him. It took all of

two seconds for him to be standing in front Jeongguk, barely three inches separating their bodies. He brought his hand up to grip at the other’s jaw lightly, thumb pressing against his lips.

Opening his mouth slightly, he lets Taehyung slip his finger in before wrapping his lips around it. Jeongguk feels him press it in further before pulling out slowly, the suction leaving the former to bite his lip in satisfaction.

“You see,” Taehyung watches the string of spit from Jeongguk’s mouth to his finger break, “maybe if you had something in your mouth, you wouldn’t be so keen on talking back to me, huh?”

A whimper escapes Jeongguk’s lips, the man’s words affecting him so easily. He couldn’t help but shut his eyes as his mind wanders at the thought. There was a hand sliding down his waist, stopping right above his hips before a rough tug leaves his

front pressed against Taehyung’s. It was hard not to move against him, to not get off from it.

“What do you want, hm?” He asked, pulling Jeongguk’s lower half to press into him further, “Come on, bet you could cum just from this, from grinding against me.”

He took the words straight from his mind, exactly what he was thinking.

“Ngh, don’t wanna,” He whined, slowly moving his hips into Taehyung’s, “need you to fuck me. ‘Wanna, mm, wanna cum from your cock inside me, daddy.”

The nickname slipped, he surely did not mean to call Taehyung “daddy”, especially with their situation. It took both of them by surprise, Jeongguk cringing at himself for the sudden kink. He was too scared to move, to open his eyes, to do anything in

fear of the outcome. Taehyung didn’t let up, however, grinding himself into Jeongguk even harder.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, mm, weird you out!” He tried to say without moaning at the sensation of Taehyung’s cock pressed against his own.

“Again,” He spoke breathlessly, “say it again.”

He had yet to see Taehyung lose his control like this, watching as he melted at the word, something so small getting him so worked up. It was almost too much, not expecting to be in control so quickly.

“You feel so big,” Jeongguk hesitated, thinking about it, “can’t wait for you to, ngh, fuck me, daddy.” The word rolled over the tip of his tongue so naturally, leaving Taehyung to eat it up like candy.

A groan left the older man’s lips, one of his hands fumbling with the button of Jeongguk’s pants. It only took a second, already tugging at the hem as he pressed their lips together. It was feverish, sloppy, simply anything that pulled them closer,

their teeth smacking together as they kissed.

Shoving the fabric underneath Jeongguk’s ass, the younger helped to pull it down along with his boxers. The second his cock smacked against his stomach, he moaned at the exposure. Once both pieces of clothing were finally off,

he felt Taehyung’s hands push him up onto the counter, spreading his legs as far as they would go. The marble was cool against his skin, dulling some of the heat built up inside of him.

“Gonna eat you out, princess. Let you make a mess all over yourself.” Taehyung panted, holding Jeongguk’s legs apart.

The small whimper from the male was enough for him to dive in, knowing he wouldn’t last long having been so worked up already.

His tongue pressed flat against Jeongguk’s hole, just enough to hear the shallow breaths above him. Taehyung felt fingers tug at his roots, only making him want to work faster.

“Tae, ngh, please, daddy.”

He pushed lightly inside the younger man with the tip of his tongue, thrusting a few times before teasing his rim. Letting Jeongguk lay his legs against his shoulders, Taehyung spread his ass even further, delving into him as he shook in pleasure.

He pressed Jeongguk further onto the counter, pushing his back against the wall roughly.

“I can’t, Taehyungie, please, I’m-” Jeongguk was cut off by the feeling of spit dribbling between his cheeks before feeling a finger to rub around his rim, Taehyung

watching as the former writhed heavily.

Sucking softly, the lewd sounds resonated throughout the room, making Jeongguk’s jaw go slack in pleasure. It was wet, he knew Taehyung was making an absolute mess but with every thrust, it pulled Jeongguk closer to his orgasm.

“You gonna cum, baby? Just from my tongue?”

Again, his head fell between Jeongguk’s cheeks, working his tongue further inside him. Taehyung could already feel the man clench around him as he let out a cry. It

took a few seconds before he felt a fire in his lower abdomen, spurts of cum landing on his shirt. Taehyung kept pumping his tongue until the former was pulling hard enough at his hair to make him move.

“Tae, can’t- please!” He yelled out with tears brimming in his eyes.

Wiping his mouth, Taehyung stands up and looks at the work of art he’s created; hair disheveled, cheeks red, shirt messy, lips swollen. It was truly a masterpiece and yet, far from finished.

“Look at you, bun, so worked up.” Taehyung teased, fingered tracing over his thigh, “Too bad your night is far from over.”

Jeongguk was being pulled to his feet before he knew it, his legs almost giving out underneath his own weight. The older man’s armed wrapped around his waist to keep him up as he tried to recollect his strength.

“You know, it’s cute how you came so quickly just from my tongue,” Taehyung teased, “so sensitive, hm?”

“No,” He bit his lip, “maybe.” Jeongguk thought for a moment “You didn’t even get to cum, though! That’s not fair.” He whined, starting to feel self-conscious with his softening dick being so exposed.

“As I said, sweetheart, we’re far from over.”

All of a sudden, lips pressed against Jeongguk’s neck, trailing wet kisses up towards his ear. His eyes fluttered closed at the feeling while his hands gripped onto

Taehyung’s shoulders. It was hard, trying to ignore the obvious arousal already stirring, feeling him suck lightly at the skin.

“Mm, daddy.” Again, the word slipped from Jeonnguk’s mouth so smoothly, causing the man to only suck harsher, blotching of red forming on his skin.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Jeongguk found it difficult not to trip over his own feet as Taehyung pushed him towards the hallway, clothing still around his ankles. They shared a few laughs in between their constant touches,

the older man’s hands grabbing at Jeongguk’s ass as he walked backward.

“I’m gonna fall!” He yelled with his fingers laced in Taehyung’s belt loops.

“You won’t, darling, not unless it’s for me.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widened at the idea but nevertheless, kept his feet moving. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes landed on the bedroom door, giddy that it was so close. He was shoved into the wall unexpectedly, Taehyung’s arms on either side of him.

“If I remember correctly,” He paused to think, “I’m sure you were planning on getting off just from rubbing your cock against me.” He whispered in Jeongguk’s ear, making him shiver at the sudden surge of pleasure.

“M-Maybe.”

“No, not maybe. Your dripping cock says otherwise. Come on, use daddy to get off again. I want to see that pretty face of yours covered in tears.”

Rolling his eyes back, he juts his hips towards Taehyung’s, rubbing against the jean fabric roughly. His breath becomes shaky at the feeling of the material on his skin, the friction making his grind down harder.

“That’s right, make yourself cum.” His words dripped like honey, fueling Jeongguk even more.

He could feel Taehyung’s thigh massaging his hole, sending jolts through his body with every movement. Jeongguk was quick to notice the small wet spot created on the

older man’s jeans, assuming it was the precum coating his dick. Setting a quick pace, he continued to press into Taehyung’s thigh, weeping at the satisfaction.

“Mm, feels so good,” He groaned out at the small tingles throughout his body.

Taehyung hands fell to spread Jeongguk’s ass open, planting his thigh at a better angle for the latter to grind down on. His thumb toyed at the tip of Jeongguk’s cock, spreading the precum around before bringing it up to the man’s lips.

Taehyung watched as he greedily wrapped them around it, his tongue circling the digit as he moaned at the taste.

“Fuck, you’re filthy,” Taehyung bit his lip at the sight, watching him match the pace of his hips as he continued sucking his finger.

He wanted to touch Jeongguk so badly, stroke his cock until he cries, but he only watched as the man got off using him, his fingers, his thighs. Slowly, he became a bit loose, stuttering his hips every few trusts, knowing he was close.

“Close, doll? Gonne cum untouched twice for me?”

His words fueled the flames inside Jeongguk, pushing him to the edge. He couldn’t help but shudder as his orgasm blew right through him, feeling a hand wrap around

his cock. He tried to pull away as cum coated Taehyung’s fingers, the thick, white liquid dripping in between them before he finally pulled off.

Breathless, Jeongguk couldn’t handle the sudden intrusion at his hole. Taehyung

rubbed his cum around the ring of muscle before shoving it in, Eliciting a scream from the former. It was too much, the overstimulation hitting him like a truck.

“Please! I can’t, Taehyung! T-too much!” Jeongguk cried out, tears running down his cheeks.

“You can take it, princess, I know it.” Taehyung coaxed the younger man, thrusting one finger in and out as he pressed a second one against his rim.

Heat coiled up in his abdomen painfully, hurting Jeongguk so good. He didn’t know

what to do, gripping Taehyung’s shirt as he whined at the second finger. There’s no way he could cum again so quickly but his cock laid hard against his stained t-shirt.

Taehyung’s fingers pressed deep inside of him, scissoring Jeongguk open. Every

time he rammed them into the latter’s prostate, he watched as the man went to cry out in pleasure.

“Tae- hyung, daddy, please! Ngh, I can’t!”

His words were slurred as his head lulled back. It was sudden, another wave of

pleasure washing over him as he writhed. Nothing came out, but he definitely felt it. Tears stung his skin as Taehyung pulled his fingers out, looking at him in wonder.

“Did you just,” He smirked evilly, “have a dry orgasm?”

Jeongguk couldn’t even respond, too spent to think properly. He’d never cum more than twice in one day, let alone have a dry orgasm. He felt Taehyung pick him up, carrying him over to his bed before he shut the door.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? We can stop here if you want.” The sudden care in his voice made Jeongguk giddy.

The idea of Taehyung not being able to fuck him was a big problem. Jeongguk planned so have the older man fuck him so hard he passes out regardless of how he feels right now. Opening his eyes, he saw a sheer layer of sweat on Taehyung’s

forehead, his hair sticking to it. If he looked like that than Jeongguk must look terrible.

“No, I want it,” He muttered as his hand trailed towards Taehyung’s inner thigh, “need you to fuck me, daddy.”

It’s almost as if a switch was pulled inside the older man, his demeanor changed as his eyes trailed down to dried cum on Jeongguk’s shirt. Hooking a finger underneath it, he tugged the spoiled fabric upwards, exposing his hardening nipples.

“See? So sensitive.” Taehyung teased, rubbing over the left one to make Jeongguk jump.

“Tae, please.”

He stood up abruptly, fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt, watching as Jeongguk practically drooled over the tent in his pants. One by one, each piece exposed more of his chest for the former to take in. He licked his lips feverishly, wanting to destroy the man in front of him.

The second the last button was undone, Jeongguk’s hands flew onto Taehyung’s belt, quickly slipping it through the loops before it landed on the ground. Everything happened in slow motion, making Jeongguk impatient.

“Daddy, I’ve been so good for you, please ruin me.” He pouted as he looked up at Taehyung.

A quick shove of his pants and boxers left the man’s cock to smack against his stomach, having to wait this long to absolutely leave Jeongguk a mess. Crawling onto

the bed, Taehyung found a place between the other’s legs, pulling them apart roughly.

“Grab the lube sweetheart, it’s under the pillow.”

Jeongguk laughed at the practicality of Taehyung’s hiding spot but reached for it

anyways. Handing it over, he watched as the man wasted no time pouring some onto his fingers. Ducking them where he can’t see them, Jeongguk felt one easy slip inside of him, making him grip the sheets underneath his body.

“Mm, you’re okay, baby. You gotta take three of these.”

Taehyung cooed as he pumped his finger softly, his other hand wrapping around the younger’s cock. It stayed like that for a second before he swiftly pressed

another finger in with only minor discomfort from Jeongguk’s end. Shoving the back of his head into the pillow, he pushed his hips down against Taehyung’s fingers.

“Last one, please.” His voice came off soft, almost inaudible.

With no objection, a third one proded at his rim, slipping inside with very little effort, making them both moan. He sped up his pace, listening to the squelches of the lube as he watched Jeongguk’s cock come to life for the fourth time that evening.

“You’re so tight, daddy’s gonna love pounding into you.” Taehyung hummed contently as he finished stretching the man out, listening to him whine at the burn.

Pulling them out, he mentally praised himself for slightly prepping Jeongguk

earlier, making this a little quicker. Using the excess lube in his hand, Taehyung stroked his own cock a few times, spreading it all the way down. Jeongguk could only focus for two seconds before he felt Taehyung line himself up with his rim, pressing against it softly.

Without warning, he pushed in slightly, watching Jeongguk’s face contort as he adjusted to the feeling. His hands were locked on the man’s hips, sliding his cock in deeper. A ragged moan left Jeongguk’s lips, already so entranced with the feeling.

It wasn’t long before Taehyung bottomed out, his length buried deep inside the shaking man.

“Doing so well, baby. Feel so perfect around me.”

Jeongguk could only moan in response, holding his legs up. There was a small

delay, Taehyung waiting for him to adjust fully before pulling out swiftly. Thrusting back him, he elicits a scream from the former, voice high pitched as he slams against his prostate. Only a few minutes in and Jeongguk had tears brimming in his eyes, clenching tighter with

every thrust.

“Oh, fuck, Taehyungie, ah, daddy,” He managed to get out between jolt into him, “fill me up, em, so well!”

He loved hearing Jeongguk cry, setting a stealthy pace to ram into him. He felt the younger’s thigh start to shake, desperately trying to give Taehyung more access. The older man hovered over Jeongguk, watching the tears flow every time he bottomed out, leaving a smirk on his

face.

“So beautiful,” He huffed, “taking my cock so well. Wanna see your face when you cum.”

With a small nod, Jeongguk wrapped his legs around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him

in tighter. The latter rocked inside of him roughly, skin slapping against skin. Unfamiliar to his own ears, Jeongguk released a drawn-out whimper, screwing his eye shut. He soon felt a pair of lips press against the tip of his nose, then again on his cheek, making him giggle.

“Hey, dad!” A voice yelled from in the living room, making their eyes go wide as Taehyung brought a finger up to his lips to shush him, “Where’s Jeongguk?” She was right outside his door, it was Gahyeon.

Jeongguk laid there with Taehyung’s cock buried inside of him, waiting to see what he’d say. Nervous was an understatement, his best friend finding out he’s sleeping with her dad, weird.

“Sent him to the store!” He responded, voice coming off a little hoarse.

“Oh, um, okay…” They both listened as her footsteps got quieter, leading up the stairs.

“Oh my god, that was so close, Taehyung, oh god.” Jeongguk couldn’t help but let out his worry.

Throwing his thoughts off-balance, Taehyung picked up the pace, eyeing the leaking mess on Jeongguk’s stomach. Moving to his chest, he darted out his tongue to lick at the younger’s nipples, taking it into his mouth. It was too much for him, leaving him so close.

“Tae- ah, ‘m so close, fuck!” Jeongguk tried not to yell, feeling the sudden heat boil inside of him.

“Touch yourself, doll, you deserve it.” Taehyung insisted, watching his hand stroke his own cock. He bit around the man’s puffy nipple, feeling him jump up.

“Gonna cum, Tae, I’m gonna-”

Taehyung shoved himself inside once more, feeling Jeongguk clench tightly around him as small spurts of cum covered his chest. He jolted with each wave of his orgasm as it punched through him, painfully so.

Fucking into the crying boy, the newfound tightness of Jeongguk’s hole pulled Taehyung’s own orgasm out of him, still rocking his hips roughly as he filled the man up with cum.

They stayed in that position for god knows how long, catching their breaths and sneaking glances at each other. There were small giggles in between, Taehyung playing with Jeongguk’s fingers before finally pulling out. Hurriedly, he grabbed at

anything to keep the cum from leaking onto the sheets.

“This was… fun.” The older man finally spoke, wiping off himself before walking to the side of the bed to tend to Jeongguk.

“So,” Jeongguk started, eventually being able to stand and clean himself off before pulling his boxers back on, “tomorrow at eight?”

They both tried to stifle a laugh at the joke, throwing clothes over their

semi-sweaty bodies. Taehyung pulled Jeongguk close, hands landing right above his ass as the latter’s arms wrapped around him.

“You better be ready then, I’ll be there to pick you up.” He planted a kiss on

Jeongguk’s lips, “Should probably go tend to Gahyeon, seeing as it’s been a minute since she asked.”

“Mm, okay.” He smiled before kissing the older man once more and quietly made his way out of the room.

Almost exactly 24 hours later, there was a knock on Jeongguk’s door. Looking at the clock, it read 7:59 pm and he rolled his eyes. Upon opening, he saw a well-dressed man with flowers in his hand waiting for him.

“Hyung, it’s 7:59.”

Pulling out his phone, he flashes Jeongguk the screen, “It’s eight-o-clock and these are for you.” Taehyung smiles brightly as he hands over the flowers.

“Where are we going?”

“Wherever you want.” He responds shamelessly, grabbing Jeongguk’s hand as he pulls him to the car.

{The End}

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