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Taehyung is frustrated, has many orders and a short time to fulfill them–something that's common in Broadcasting, but for an enthusiastic rookie who has certain compulsive and obsessive traits, it’s synonymous with going mad. The young man hits his pencil in the notebook, he absolutely refuses to let the computers overtake the profession, writing and erasing some ideas again, he grumbles and leans on the back of the chair, exasperated.
His annoyance is refueled again when his eyes unconsciously connect on the news. The multiple TV’s of the KBS World edition office showing Korea’s golden athlete who coincidentally, is the biggest asshole Taehyung has ever known.
Jeon Jeongguk.
Taehyung has only had a few interviews with him, but each one has been progressively worse than the last one. It has resulted in a few editions and cuts by his best friend and cameraman Min Yoongi who precisely, as in queue, appears with his hair dyed black again, steaming coffees in each of his hands. "If you don’t die from the intake of caffeine, you will definitely die from an overdose of ammoniac," Taehyung points out the other's head, approaching at his friend to take the hot beverage, assuming one of them it’s for him. "Again Min?" He questions at the older one as he sips from his paper cup.
"Look, it’s none of your business," he takes a seat and leaving the coffee on his desk, he runs both hands down his face, visibly frustrated. "Besides, it was Chief Kim who asked me to look more serious for the Winter Olympics, retrograde prick,” he mumbles, moving some papers from the desk and opening the editing program on the computer. He seems rapidly concentrated and doesn’t look at anything else when he complains, "It's not like I'm going to be on TV. I'm not the control freak-smarty ass journalist of the KBS World Sports."
Taehyung rolls his eyes knowingly, of course it’s allusive to him, but he is used to his best friend being the most honest, even when his words are not always pleasant. Taehyung thinks about unpleasant things automatically: like interviewing Jeon Jeongguk for the fourth time in his career because his multi-record sporting achievements—that are clearly outstanding and highly expected by general public at the next winter Olympics.
The young journalist takes his work seriously, so he's objective and committed to what he does. For example, if he must write that Jeongguk is good at speed skating, he will do it in a snap of fingers—because it’s the freaking true. However, if he had to write about his 'bachelor charms', attractiveness or how respectful of a young man he is, like many gossip sites in the country, then he would be unemployed in a blink of an eye. He cannot blatantly lie, his grandma taught him better than that.
Sort of.
“Oh my God. Golden boy did it again,” Yoongi snaps his attention back to him. The cameraman scratches the back of his neck and remarks in awe, his eyes not leaving the screen’s device. “He’s unrealistically good, what the hell,” he sounds utterly overwhelmed and Taehyung tries not to cringe. “My inner patriot self is proud though.” He says terminally, returning his gaze to his friend.
Yoongi’s face is almost like What? after a few seconds of silence. Taehyung doesn’t answer immediately but he rather crosses his arms on his chest and breaths deeply and long before responding. “Would you believe me if I say I’m proud too?” Yoongi makes a knowingly face, furrowing his eyebrows and turning to his laptop again. “It’s true,” Taehyung presses, taking a new sip of his coffee he feels his tongue bitter and heated. “But he’s the biggest dick and I hate him,”
“That would be breaking news,” Yoongi remains writing impressively fast, his voice sounding sarcastic enough for Taehyung to hit the back of his head. The smack echoes on the office high enough and some coworkers look up from their cubicles to see where the sound comes from. “What the fuck was that for?” His friend half-screams and falsely cries while touching the back of his head, trying to ease the pain.
“The thing is,” Taehyung doesn’t register Yoongi's claim and continues as if nothing had happened. “I’m proud of his sports achievements but he’s a pretentious prick, thinks he’s better than everybody else and,” his voice traces thoughtfully, remembering his deep embarrassment when Jeongguk told his fifteen-million followers on Twitter he was one of his worst interviewers. “He doesn’t know anything else but to put his massive thighs on the ice. Stupid and ignorant human being.” He mutters the last part's sentence.
Yoongi doesn’t look at him for some time, used to Taehyung's multiple rants when it came to the younger athlete. Even though they have been in this passive-aggressive relationship for some time now, Yoongi doesn’t know exactly the reasons behind this 'hate' they have for each other. Later, when he’s satisfied with a RGB curves layer he turns back to Taehyung again, “You sound as gay and petty as always. Massive thighs?" He fake gummy-smiles and Taehyung's already throwing his empty cup at him, so he dodges the flying element. “And aggressive too,” Yoongi finishes saying, returning his gaze at the edition work, as if Taehyung hadn't thrown him a cup. “Maybe you need to get laid.” He finishes untactful, but unintentionally.
“I don’t need a dick to be fine, Min Yoongi,” his friend beams at the full name usage. “I don’t need a man or a woman. I’m free and happy. Now, let me work.” He hushes the last sentence, moving his hands and settling down on his desk, pulling out an enormous amount of filing folders with old printed interviews.
"It's what I've tried to do since I got here," Yoongi sing songs in a lower tone, defending himself. While he’s moving his fingers on the keyboard, he adds, non stopping. "When I was referring of you getting laid, I wasn’t talking about just anyone."
Taehyung offers him a questioning look, inviting him to talk further as he arches one of his strong eyebrows. "Who are you referring then?"
Yoongi breathes deeply, not so sure of himself: But whatever, with Taehyung wou can never win. "Jeongguk." He says innocently.
In a fraction of a second, the conventional and attractive face of Taehyung transforms: from amazement, to absolute horror. He begins to laugh hysterically after a moment, and a few colleagues pay attention from a distance. "Did you hit your head?"
"Taehyung," his friend says sternly, knowing how dense the other is, but sometimes he wonders if there’s a maximum, because it’s only getting worse. "You already know the sexual tension between the two of you is ridiculous,"
Taehyung hums, rolling his eyes again. As soon as he hears Yoongi, he ignores the comment and discards it immediately, because it makes no sense at all and is completely unwelcome from Taehyung's part. With a little more force than necessary, he opens the folders and finds himself abruptly with the first interview he did with Jeon Jeongguk almost a year ago. The beginning of everything.
He recalls how nervous and enthusiastic he was to interview the best athlete of all time, according to the specialized Korean Press. Everything turned out pretty well, regardless of some signs of nervousness or some selective mutism on Jeongguk’s part, who seemed shy and sometimes distant. Taehyung didn’t take it personally, considering how tired it must be to talk to the media after training for so many hours. However, at the third interview everything went to hell. Taehyung doesn’t know exactly what happened between them, only that one day Jeongguk updated on his (massively popular) Twitter the next twt on a q&a session: Taehyung-ssi is a noticeably rookie journalist, very enthusiastic but he also doesn’t know how to ask properly, so the quality of my answers is contingent on the quality of the questions he makes.
Taehyung barely remembers reading the tweet, he swears his vision turned red or black, he can’t recall completely, but his disappointment and anger were so livid in that moment he made the biggest mistake of all as professional: answer the tweet. I’m a rookie, yes. I make mistakes, yes. Sometimes I’m nervous, yes. But you know what I’m not? An okay athlete with a dull personality and a stick in the ass, who thinks he's better than the rest. Taehyung’s ego was hurt, sue him.
And well, from there began a stupid war of direct attacks but also the passive aggressive sub tweeting. Worst of all, was the unnecessary attention to extra-work issues in which both were involved. Taehyung hates him so bad, and it has all the reasoning of the world, because Jeongguk is an idiot who underestimates him and if there is something the Journalist hates with vehemence is to not feel valued in what he does, come from a common person or the best athlete in the country.
Taehyung returns to the present, letting the pages pass with excessive force, taking the pencil that’s on the table tightly and marking the papers until one of them rips in the corner. Yoongi looks at him with concern, but knows—just like previous times, that he’s thinking about the why(s) everything went to hell. "Hey, don’t get mad. I said something stupid, I'm sorry."
Taehyung nods unconsciously and scribbles in his notebook, pretending to be writing important things in it. However, he realizes in horror that Jeongguk's name is large and clear on one of his gridded pages, along with the word sex and scribbled drawings. A small cry of horror escapes his lips and he tears apart from the notebook violently as if it burned him.
Yoongi stands up and approaches him in worry, "Hey, are you okay?" he asks, while advancing swiftly. Taehyung, although scandalized, reacts quickly and hides the notebook in one of his pockets. When Yoongi touches his shoulder in a reassuring act, Taehyung feels like shaking, but nods anyway. "Are you sure?" He presses once more.
Taehyung tries to reassure him with a forced smile, resulting into a grimace. He stands up to escape somewhere in the building and maybe splash some cold water in his face, clearly needing to cool down. The word Jeongguk and sex on his notebook are burning in his torso. He smiles crookedly at Yoongi and puts on an act, "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." His friend cannot even answer when Taehyung runs to the said place, rushedly locking himself in it. He breathes deeply and allows himself to lose control and outburst freely and without judgment.
He looks at his own reflect in the mirror, he seems like a fucking mad man. “C’mon Taehyung, don’t lose control, he’s not worthy,” he breathes in and out, almost hyperventilating. “You don’t want him, he doesn’t want you.”
As he finishes his tantrum, his eyes shine in the artificial light with an unknown emotion and after a few seconds he concludes how utterly fucked he's because of Jeongguk and his dumb face and massive thighs, but he’s not gonna let him win. Not in this economy.
-
“Skates?”
“Yes,”
“Tights?”
“Yes,”
“Specs?”
“Yes,”
“Cherry lube?”
“Ye-, Jimin.” Jeongguk interrupts himself, his voice sounding scandalized and two octaves higher than usual. His best friend and colleague is laughing comically at his side. “You’re a menace.”
“You talk like my grandpa. Lose yourself a little, okay?” Jimin refers once they get completely inside the van that's taking them from the airport. It’s beautiful and nostalgic to be at home for the Olympics. Both are part of the Speed Skating National Team and this time they'll represent their country as locals and it feels fucking fantastic-although frightening. They come from a long and interrupted flight and sweet Jimin has been forced to be the entertaining and light part of the duo, knowing how pressured Jeongguk is to be 'the greatest athlete of all time', 'the golden boy' and all that bullshit Korea says about him—now more than ever. “Besides, it was my way of checking if you were listening to me, which turned out to be that way, thank you very much.”
“Asshole,”
“Please, I’m in a desperate mood,” he winks at the other and Jeongguk rolls his eyes tiredly. He loves his hyung, but he hates him in equal amount. "Are you excited to comeback to our country? To see your family and Cloud? Or the cute-ass journalist you want to fuck so badly?"
Jeongguk literally chokes on his own saliva and shoots a cautious look to Jimin, hitting him on his side and separating from him. "You're a twisted demon, and I don’t want to see or listen to you in the next forty or so minutes?" Jimin laughs openly and loudly in the middle of the van, Jeongguk feels his inside turn at the mention of that guy. They haven’t even moved a centimeter and he’s tired and jetlagged, so he puts his headphones on while he waits for the 45-minute trip to the Hotel to end.
He refuses to think of Kim Taehyung, he doesn’t want to be sick to his stomach or horny, or both. He can’t stand him, he’s pretentious and sassy and he talks so much-all the fucking time. He knows for sure he’s gonna be interviewed by the young Journalist sooner or later in the Games, because he’s the face and talent of the KBS World Network and they managed to get the rights of the event. Kim Taehyung is infuriatingly talented but has a big mouth and says anything that comes to his mind, unfiltered.
He feels the van moving at last, and he breathes relieved, closing his eyes and submerging in a deep sleep until they get to the concentration Hotel.
-
“Wake up ass, your secret admirer is here,” Jeongguk looks disorientated as hell and moves his mouth and arms, trying to come back from his sleepiness state.
“What?!” He reincorporates himself tiredly and sees from one of the polarized windows two men talking to each other at the entry, he’s still confused.
“I said your secret admirer is here,” Jimin points out amusedly at the Hotel's big entrance doors.
"Holy shit," he says belatedly, opening his eyes wide and feeling uneasy in the process. He dries the drool from his lips and chin. His current state screams ALERT, he doesn't know whether to feel entertained or frightened by the situation because the other male is starting to look like a stalker. Jeongguk takes a look at himself for the first time in the rearview mirror and starts fixing his hair and clothes, Jimin watches him amused and bites his lips to keep from laughing.
"You seem to hate the situation," his friend comments, Jeongguk nods in ignorance at Jimin's sarcastic tone and raises his hands to emphasize his anger, although he ends up reviewing himself once more in the mirror.
"He's creepy and it scares me," he babbles as he begins to put some cherry lip butter on. He then makes a sound with his throat and adds, "How do I look?"
Jimin smiles kindly at the situation, he affectionately approaches and arranges the untidy locks of his younger friend, result of the long journey. Jeongguk is a small puppy and needs constant reassurances about his personality or appearance—but he's so shy that he only welcomes compliments from his closest friends. "You look pretty good..." Jeongguk thanks him with a silent smile, his eyes disappearing in two lines, "For having traveled twelve hours. In conclusion, you look like shit." Subsequently the smile and self-confidence deflate, but Jeongguk will not allow Jimin’s jokes insecure him since he’s minutes from seeing his annoying and inquisitive Journalist-slash-stalker.
Only a few minutes pass, when they receive the order to get off, having already cleared the area of paparazzi and fans. Jeongguk puts on his dark glasses and begins to walk into the venue, his shoulders stretched out and face upright. When he notices Kim Taehyung is not alone but in company with his greatest track rival—a Japanese who thinks is good but doesn’t reach his level even in a million years, Jeongguk thanks to the heavens for wearing his dark Gucci glasses because he's rolling his eyes like never before, he's irritated to the max.
What are the odds of finding the two most annoying people together? Jeongguk thinks, and rolls his eyes, again.
Jeongguk makes an intentional sound and both men direct their surprised eyes at him, as Taehyung realizes who the new incomer is, his (attractive) face transforms from a smiling into an irritating one. Why did he hate him so much? It was still a mystery to Jeongguk. "Taehyung-ssi," the athlete salutes while bowing slightly, then turns his attention to the other skater. "Minako-san," the mentioned guy smiles genuinely at the gesture. He approaches to give Jeongguk a hug who doesn't reciprocate but rather remains standing motionless.
"It's not a real competition if our Gukkie hasn’t joined the concentration," he compliments in an accent-laden English. Minako moves away from him when doesn’t notice a favorable response from the young athlete. Jeongguk is always surprised at the Japanese skater, who turns out to be completely different from his other compatriots, Minako usually doesn't respect his limits or body spaces, always touching or speaking inappropriately.
Taehyung only makes a gesture with his hand in order to say hello, not looking genuine, at all. He’s not in the mood to start any kind of altercation or exchange. Minako quickly apologizes after receiving a phone call, retiring with a ragged reverence.
The air, which was already uncomfortable, increases even more. Jeongguk directs his sight to the entrance and although he wants to get out of there as soon as possible, his feet don’t take him anywhere. He makes a sound with his throat for the umpteenth time, which catches Taehyung's attention, an expectant signal on his face. "Have you started interviewing already? I didn’t know that this time it would be so soon," Jeongguk sounds exasperated by something that still doesn’t happen and Taehyung presumes it’s because of him in part—in a large part.
"I haven’t started my round of interviews yet, Jeongguk-ssi," Taehyung replies, arches one of his eyebrows and with his hands in his pockets, approaches Jeongguk a little more. "Why the interest?"
Jeongguk detests the ssi part but he understands that Taehyung wants to maintain the professionalism between them, specially at the concentration Hotel. However, his feeling is even of greater annoyance when he remembers that Minako was—just a few minutes ago with Taehyung. "It's nothing," he also decides, a few meters of distance between them will not kill them or anything, however Taehyung seems to be taken by surprise, his eyebrows rise on his forehead and almost—slightly, he seems to withdraw. "I thought that between Minako-san and Jimin and I... you were starting your round early, just that."
"You thought-did you think I was here to wait for you or something? I am surprised by your naivety Jeongguk-ssi," his look is inquisitive, somewhat winning. "With Minako talked about personal things, which they’re none of your business as well,"
Jeongguk feels his blood boil in his veins. Taehyung is so unpleasant and why does he always have to take him to the edge of every situation? Why does he have to tell him he has a good relationship with others? He tries to disguise his annoyance and smiles, "I'm not interested at all, I just wanted to know if I should start working my mind to put up with your despicable presence,"
Taehyung—who is closer than ever, and his eyes and lips and face are just a few inches away from Jeongguk— looks moderately hurt and the young athlete immediately regrets, but when he’s about to apologize, Taehyung adds, not looking into his eyes. "If it were up to me, I would never interview you—I wouldn’t even give you a look. You think you're better than others, but you're just a frightened guy, who cannot do more than skate," his gaze is now fixed on Jeongguk's eyes, which despite the above, they glow incandescently. "Now, if you'll excuse me," Taehyung makes a tense bow and disappears from there, leaving Jeongguk paralyzed, still not understanding how every encounter between the two converted into a disaster. Taehyung walked fast and with his heart beating a thousand per hour in his chest, angry and disappointed by the exchange, he didn’t know if he could survive the three weeks of the Olympic Games, specifically when guys like Jeongguk looked at him depreciatively, but he was determined to show him something different.
Soon, when Jeongguk saw Taehyung disappear completely he feels a hand on his shoulder, his best friend's presence of causing an immediate warmth in his body, even when his stomach feels decomposed. "So bad huh?" Jimin asks, now hugging Jeongguk aside, forcing him to get going. Jeongguk walks, but is not very aware of anything, still frustrated by the exchange from moments ago. "I couldn’t help seeing you two from afar, I'm sorry."
Jeongguk dismisses what his friend says, gesturing with one of his hands. Their steps are slow and cautious, but soon they find the Hotel’s entrance. Taehyung is still there and although he’s an unpleasant guy in Jeongguk's book, he cannot help but feel something strange every time he sees him, regardless of how unkind he is. "I still cannot understand what he's doing here, maybe he has something going with Minako-san?" He asks rhetorically and almost poisonously, hoping it's not true. Jimin, at his side, tenses for a moment and calls in his ear.
"He will be staying on the 10th floor for the duration of the Games, I just found out." Jimin sounds uneasy and apologetic.
Jeongguk's eyes open wide and he stops his steps, "No," he shakes his head, "No." He wishes with all his heart that Jimin is wrong, he cannot be right, he can’t.
"Yoongi recognized it to me just minutes ago. He will also be staying on the same floor," his friend sounds enthusiastic, but cautious to not disturb Jeongguk's breakdown.
"Fuck my life, fuck it, fuck me." He cannot stand Taehyung interviewing him and staying at the same place as him for three whole weeks, that's just torture, full and plain torture.
Jeongguk sighs.
-
Training is hard, that Jeongguk knows. Training every day, for 8 hours in a row, in your home country for an Olympic Games is even harder. But with the ghostly presence of the journalist who hates the most in the world –and vice versa- it's a nightmare. He literally sees him in every place, in every corner and space of the arena. In the rest room, on the concentration track, in the Hotel, in the pool, in the gym, in his dreams-yes, even there. He doesn’t understand very well what the hell is happening and why, but Kim Taehyung seems to be penetrating each of his layers, slowly and painfully.
Jimin has noticed, but also his other teammates, who have noted him more deconcentrated and pending of extra-sports issues. In one of those moments, Bogum approaches him. "Does something happen to you?" Jeongguk shakes his head. He really likes and respects the older athlete a lot, but they aren’t close friends and he doesn’t trust him entirely because he and Taehyung have this ‘friendly’ love for each other, so he wouldn’t understand.
"Nothing special, I’m eager to compete." His eyes roam to the stands unconsciously, trying to identify Taehyung’s reddish-brown hair. It seems that today he decided to stalk other athletes.
"Your mind seems to be occupied by things that aren’t the track, precisely," presses Bogum, worried. He even leads him by skating to a quieter place, out of the interest of the other kids. "You can trust me if you need it," he offers genuinely, but Jeongguk knows he cannot when he and Taehyung seem like Siamese cats.
Jeongguk smiles apparently grateful and agrees, wanting to finish the exchange between them soon. "Thank you, but it's nothing. I am at my best level and I will show it in the competition,"
Bogum smiles back, offering his palm in a high-five to which Jeongguk reacts belatedly and embarrassed, the high-five wasn’t a thing of the early 2000’s? Even so, he shares the kind gesture with his teammate and without any other word he goes skating towards the dressing rooms, when he says goodbye to the others, Jeongguk appreciates that this time he will have the showers for himself.
After a few seconds, he plunges into the gloomy, damp and stinking space of the dressing rooms, but for what he is not prepared is, when he’s taking off his clothes, to hear a whimper from a man. His body tensed automatically, he wasn’t alone, after all. Slowly, with his naked and shining torso result of a long and arduous training—the voices grow louder as he advances. After a few moments, he discovers that one of the voices is from Minako and the other, very much to his discontentment, corresponds to Taehyung. His pulse accelerates assuming the scenarios that are possibly happening on the other side. What were they doing here? Alone?
When Jeongguk reaches the edge of the wall, he leans with his back to it and listens carefully.
"Leave me the fuck alone, I told you a long time ago. I can make a long and detailed note of all the times you have harassed me before,"
The words are accelerated and said in a different tone to the one Taehyung normally uses. Jeongguk opens his eyes, the content of the conversation falling on his shoulders and making a lot of sense. He’s absolutely shocked and disgusted by the content, he would never have imagined something like this, much less that it was Taehyung who was the affected.
"It could be your word against mine. Do you have proofs or something?" Minako's voice is always annoying for the younger athlete, but particularly now he wants to ruin him, destroy him with his bare hands.
There are a few seconds of silence, Jeongguk is alert, his hands in fists waiting for any order to act, his heart is in his throat and he’s possibly hyperventilating but he’s so worried by Taehyung. However, after the tortuous silence there is only a groan from the Japanese and some curses. He then hears accelerated steps and suddenly, Jeongguk is facing an altered Taehyung, his pupils dilated and on the verge of crying. The journalist breathes deeply but is equally impressed by the silent presence of Jeongguk, who looks at him as if asking for some explanation or the tiniest order to act against his stalker. It’s as if all the old tension between them had dissipated for that moment.
It’s so surreal, that Jeongguk even dares to bring his hand to the other’s face, trying to hold him. He understands the exchange without a word and immediately when Taehyung picks up his cell phone, showing him how it’s still recording the sound of the rooms, but his hand trembles up in the air and Jeongguk feels his chest tighten at the vulnerability of the older boy.
Nodding, he takes Taehyung's hand and pulls him out, unconcerned if he doesn’t have clothes on or whatever. The most important thing now is to keep him away from that idiot—and at the same time to keep himself away from that guy, because he really wants to kill him. When they reach one of the press rooms, Jeongguk closes the door behind him and takes a towel to put on his own shoulders. He notes that Taehyung sits in one of the armchairs, his knees flexed as a shield, he surrounds them with his lean arms and places his chin on top of them.
Jeongguk sits in front of Taehyung, trying not to invade his space. The elder doesn’t look back, but keeps his eyes on the void, doesn’t utter a word, doesn’t roll his eyes, doesn’t look at all like the Taehyung he is used to: lively, sarcastic and always with a word on his lips. In a twisted thought, Jeongguk misses him. "Are you good?"
Taehyung seems to wake up and turns his gaze to Jeongguk's worried eyes. He nods and emits a small, "Yes," then remains silent and the athlete wants to leave him alone, but he also wants to know how to help him. One thing is they don’t share certain points of view, that they ‘hate’ how they perform at each of their own occupations, but another different thing is to turn a blind eye at harassment situations that affect either of them. That is a serious thing, Jeongguk thinks and deduces.
"Do you want to talk about it? If you wish, I can help you complete a report or whatever you need," Taehyung looks at him hesitantly, as if he doesn’t understand the situation or why Jeongguk is showing himself so attentive or worried. The young man notices it and smiles kindly, "It's okay if you don’t want to talk too, I understand,"
Taehyung responds with a laborious smile, "Don’t worry, I'll take care of this..." he says, lowering his legs off the couch and running his hands down his thighs. "Don’t get offended, but why are you being so understanding with me?"
Jeongguk laughs, because since when did Taehyung started his sentences worrying about offending the other? "Because I saw you scared like never before, nobody deserves that kind of violence,"
"Even obnoxious people like me," interrupts Taehyung, his voice and spirits in a bittersweet, but sarcastic tone. Jeongguk remembers that this is the typical way in which they allude to each other and he has to close his eyes so as to not feel ashamed. "I'm sorry, I know you're trying to help me,"
"I'm sorry too,"
What was happening? It was the thought of both, as if the preceding months hadn’t happened at all. As if the insults, swear words, irritated glances or daggers had been product of their imaginations.
The two observe each other tentatively and Jeongguk continues, "I’m sorry to have referred to you as someone inexperienced, after all, it was me who started our public argument. I'm sorry," Jeongguk plays with his fingers, suffering when acknowledging his stupidity, but for many months, he greatly regretted writing what he tweeted. So, saying it out loud, was liberating.
Taehyung nods, a flush on his cheeks. He is so silent, possibly overwhelmed by everything that happened and Jeongguk has a crazy and unthinkable desire to hug him. "I regret having responded to you in such an unprofessional way, but I was so hurt," he defends, trying to make the other understand his point of view, but in the same way he presses a little more. "What I don’t understand is why you did it? I thought we got along when we started our professional relationship..."
Jeongguk blushes and doesn’t know if he can say it out loud without feeling like the biggest fool because right now it seems so stupid and childish, but at the moment he was hurt by what he heard. "Can you promise me you will not laugh at me? I wasn’t at a good time..." he begins, playing even more with his fingers and not waiting for Taehyung’s answer, he adds. "I heard you talking to Yoongi, I didn’t want to, but I was passing by and," he releases a harsh and prolonged sigh. "You referred to me as a rude and pain-in-the-ass guy, I heard my name and everything, I got so frustrated and I don’t even know why," he explains, ending with a shrug.
Taehyung looks at him intently, his mouth opens and closes several times, he looks so comically stunned and Jeongguk is expectant to what he has to say, "Jeongguk," he begins with his small, lamenting voice. "I'm so sorry, it's just that I was also frustrated because I tried to do my best and you were inaccessible, very distant. Sometimes you didn’t even say hello to me." He sounds petty, but looks directly into Jeongguk’s eyes, demanding his attention and at a certain point, asking for forgiveness.
"That's because I'm very shy," Jeongguk defends, his voice unsure and his arms embrace the towel, covering himself correctly. "I'm not good at interviews, I stutter, I question what I say, I blush. It wasn’t something personal with you,"
“Now I know, I’m so sorry.”
Jeongguk nods, but feels so foolish, he cannot believe that for at least six months they have been in each other's neck only because of such a small misunderstanding. Both boys look at the other and smile shyly, the air uncomfortable and super spontaneous. Everything works in indecipherable ways, a few minutes ago Jeongguk wanted to shower, to avoid a conversation with Bogum and now, here he is, sharing the same space with Taehyung, having shared an open-hearted conversation with the other.
A few daring knockings are felt at the door and Taehyung is alerted immediately, Jeongguk throws a reassuring glance at him and goes to the door, "Who is it?" He asks against the material, relieved when he realizes it is Jimin.
His friend enters worried, closing the door behind him, noticing the two boys in a somewhat embarrassing situation, but he doesn’t question anything, only approaches Jeongguk and takes his face in his hands. "Are you okay?" The youngest nods and then his friend is approaching Taehyung, kneeling in front of him, "Taehyung-ssi? Are you okay?" the mentioned young man responds affirmatively, thanking the concern and explaining how Jeongguk helped him with a situation, but that from now on he will worry about it alone.
Jeongguk takes it as a setback, the bubble they were in together for about an hour, breaking up. Jimin updates what happened, comments how Minako was going crazy, claiming to have been attacked by Taehyung and his frantic search for the people of the Olympic Committee to make the facts known. Taehyung seems concerned every so often, while receiving new details by Jimin, but when it ends, Taehyung stands up and arranges his clothes and hair, checking the cell phone he has in his hand. "Thanks, Jimin-ssi, but the fucker is lying and since he's an idiot and I'm super smart, I'm going to destroy him," he bows ninety degrees and smiles at both of them, "Thanks for the support, however now I have to go kick a mediocre ass," and he says goodbye, retreating from the room and leaving a stunned Jeongguk, looking at the elder’s back.
From his heart, it escapes a fucking beat.
He was so, so screwed.
-
Jeongguk loved a feisty Taehyung. With balls, brave, insightful and prepared Taehyung. That’s how Minako was publicly removed from the Olympic Games, after Taehyung delivered the arguments of long-standing sexual harassment, and not only with him, but also with other reporters and Olympic team assistants. Jeongguk was surprised to say the least, impressed that a misunderstanding had hidden how wonderful the other was and how attractive he seemed to him.
It has been five days since the situation with Minako at the dressing room and Jeongguk was training speed with Jimin, Bogum, Hoseok and Seokjin. They had been training for about three hours when Taehyung appeared on the rostrum, sending a wave with his hand. Jeongguk, a brilliant guy and very talented on the track, stumbles on himself and his teammates come quickly to help him. His cheeks are furiously red, but he excuses himself by pointing out that in the fall, his cheeks burned in contact with the cold track. Bogum smiles back, and excuses himself, indicating that he has arranged an interview with Taehyung. He apologizes for not having told them before but ends by leaving with a smile and a brisk step.
Jeongguk looks at the scene with a bit of anger, why is he interviewing only one member of the Team? They are a single Team, a single nation, they all drink milk from the same cardboard and eat cereals from the same box of oats squares. It’s incredibly unfair!
Jimin begins to laugh hysterically at his side, while helping him dry his tights. "You're jealous, I cannot believe it! You really want to fuck him!"
Jeongguk gives him a disapproving look and Hoseok joins in, annoyingly. "Our little Guk is in love with the journalist and face of the KBS Sports World, what k-drama is this?" Seokjin also laughs, but dismisses the reasons, since he also got a journalist boyfriend at the Olympics four years ago.
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, he just takes his things and with his middle finger up, he smiles at them retreating from there, ignoring the cat-calls of the rest.
He knows he has no right to get upset or feel jealous, both feelings being irrational and Taehyung is so fucking irritating in the worst and best of ways. Why does he have to be so charismatic? And smile so much? And look beautiful and perfect in every coverage of the Games? Urgh, fuck Bogum, for being his favorite.
When he finishes showering, Jeongguk looks in the mirror and arranges his hair, leaving quickly. He’s very surprised when he notices Taehyung standing outside, his hands in his pockets and his camera hanging on his neck. Jeongguk approaches slowly, perhaps it’s a good idea to say hello, even if he doesn’t know if the other will want to.
Since the event, the relationship between the two is strange. Clearly, it’s more political than before, but not yet close. When Taehyung identifies the steps, he turns around, smiling big and rectangularly when he notices it’s Jeongguk. The young athlete is shocked because it’s the first time Taehyung smiles at him in this way, therefore, he impulsively throws a look back to see if it’s directed to another person. Nop, it's for him.
"How are you, golden boy?" For the first time in a long time, it doesn’t sound at all sarcastic. Taehyung approaches and watches him closely; his eyes shining in the evening’s light of the Olympic Village. There are many people around, talking and having fun, but Jeongguk cannot focus on anything than the other boy.
"I’m pretty alright, Visual K," answers Jeongguk, embarrassed by his using of words but Taehyung laughs openly, throwing his head back. The younger's cheeks are colored with a furious red and he scratches the back of his neck, in a sign of nervousness.
When Taehyung rejoins, he offers him an invitation, "I thought we could hang out?" He raises his camera, moving it cutely.
Jeongguk looks at him with obvious surprise in his face and posture, Taehyung is waiting and seems genuinely excited to spend time with him. This was a parallel world, right? When Jeongguk bites one of his lips, he points out. "I cannot leave the Village, I'm in concentration mood. I'm already late and I have to go to my room and rest for tomorrow,"
"Oh, of course,” Taehyung sounds disappointed, "I'm a fool, I completely forgot you compete tomorrow,"
"You're not a fool," Jeongguk refutes quickly. The atmosphere is so awkward between them, but Jeongguk literally says what the hell, "Do you want to hang out in my room then?"
Jeongguk really said that?
He plays with the strap of his sports bag and Taehyung looks at him, stunned, his eyes wide open and his mouth dry. "O-Okay," he says in a false-nonchalant voice.
“Good,”
“Good,”
Automatically, Jeongguk tentatively points to where they should go, Taehyung knows it very well, having shared the Hotel and floor for almost one week, but remains silent, walking close to him. The landscape is amazing, although extremely cold, but it adorns the stage beautifully and the two don’t know very well how to proceed, because this is new and unknown, but it feels good.
When they arrive at the concentration Hotel, the conversation comes naturally, they talk about everything and Taehyung notices himself smiling all the time, because he has a good time with Jeongguk and also because he feels guilty for having misinterpreted the youngest. Indeed, he is so shy, with difficulties to maintain eye contact and his smile is insecure-in every situation, except when competing because there he looks like a guy taken from the Roman Empire, full of glory.
But now, entering the room, Jeongguk smiles in a special way and Taehyung can only appreciate it back. His eyes shine as if they held the galaxy in them and his reddish lips open in a warm and inviting smile, revealing his two front teeth nicely. Jeongguk looks so soft, so delicate. Taehyung wants to ruin him, although surprisingly, not in his notes or reports anymore, but in a room, or dressing room, it really doesn’t matter.
"I don’t have too much to give you, do you want something special? I can ask for room service," says Jeongguk, offering him as he enters the clean and tidy room. Taehyung tries to absorb as much detail as possible, his impression is that the place seems almost uninhabited if he compares it with his own—where clothes, shoes, books, notebooks, are all scattered between the floor and his bed. To some extent he’s ashamed of his mess and silently promises to do something about it.
"Anything you can drink and eat, it's fine by me," he says, mentioning his strict, low-carbohydrate diet, which Taehyung only seems close to when he covers events or things like that, he loves his burgers and Italian pastas.
Soon, they are barefoot, a glass of wine in each of their hands and their stomachs full of tofu and stir-fried vegetables. Taehyung isn’t very good at drinking and doesn’t know if it is a good idea to drink something with Jeongguk at his side, but it is just a glass, he says to himself.
After a while, the athlete is more relaxed and more smiling than usual, stopping at the details of Taehyung's face and sometimes, it is difficult for him to breathe normally because of his perfect face. He looks so ethereal, so beautiful and although the relationship between them is uncertain at the moment—only a few days ago they didn’t have much appreciation for each other to say the truth, now he wants to look at him all night, listen to him and to share his space with him. "I'm not good at drinking," Jeongguk admits, setting the glass aside. "I don’t like its taste that much, I prefer a vanilla or banana milk,"
The innocence of the statement takes Taehyung off guard and just as he drank a sip from his glass, the wine escapes explosively from his lips. He splashes his shirt and part of Jeongguk's face in the process, "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry," he says, leaving the glass on the coffee table and standing up as soon as possible, because hell! His shirt is white, and the stains are dark inks and they make him feel strange things in his chest and abdomen because of the wetness. "Can-can you lend me something to clean me up, please?" Taehyung's eyes connect with Jeongguk’s face who looks attentively and undaunted at the situation, but ends up nodding silently and getting up, to hand him a damp and clean cloth afterwards. The two laugh foolishly and the athlete goes in search of one of his tiniest shirts for Taehyung and his diminutive figure.
When he returns to the dining room, Taehyung is already removing his shirt and the other boy has to exert himself when he swallows, his mouth feeling like a swimming pool and his tongue stuck, he cannot utter a word. Taehyung's skin looks soft and smooth under the layers of clothing, he also seems very thin, but his body is soft and well rounded. Taehyung looks hot and beautiful, all at the same time.
Taehyung laughs to hide his clumsiness, "I'm an idiot, right?" He receives the garment and puts it in a quick act, he seems to be swimming in Jeongguk's smallest shirt and that awakens an almost animalistic feeling in the younger boy. When Taehyung notices it, his smile disappears abruptly from his face and he also swallows with difficulty, sensing that the tone of the encounter changed by 180 degrees.
How and why everything changed between the two, none could easily respond. They only recognize the desire between them was in it highest level and all they wanted to do was to ruin the other.
Jeongguk comes close to stumbling, because the feeling that invades him is greater than the skills of walking or moving, but when he meets Taehyung, he looks at him with expectant eyes, his chest rising and falling notoriously. It's a silent question but the older boy just nods, waiting.
Jeongguk takes him from his tiny waist and smacks his lips with Taehyung’s without preamble, however the other responds immediately, just as fervently. The kiss is from the beginning, hot. There are no tentative movements, just concrete and intentional acts to corrupt the other. Jeongguk licks Taehyung's lower lip and leads his tongue in a sensual and rotating movement, almost hugging the other's tongue. It's a velvety texture and so tasty, Jeongguk seems to lose his mind. Taehyung surrounds the young man's neck with his arms, positioning himself to receive the most enthusiastic and needed kiss of his life. Jeongguk is so strong, that in one act he takes him by his thighs and lifts him easily, surrounding the elder’s legs on his waist. Taehyung cries with excitement and Jeongguk takes advantage of that moment to separate their lips and take his to Taehyung’s beautiful and tanned long neck, which seems to be waiting to be marked, Taehyung moans again, this time much stronger and prolonged. "Oh my God,"
They are not drunk, because with luck they reached to drink a drink, but they seem in a state of intoxication because of the aroma and taste of the other, Jeongguk is losing his health and has only kissed Taehyung. "You taste so well," he says in a broken voice in his ear, Taehyung feels chills and in an unconscious act, raises his pelvis towards Jeongguk, who complains painfully, but eagerly at the same time.
Taehyung feels like an expert, although he has not slept with so many people, he knows what he or his partner enjoys, but Jeongguk exposes him to an unknown void, to unparalleled sensations, as if he were discovering for the first time what he likes. The younger boy offers him a bright smirk—full of desire, so Taehyung rolls his eyes, but this time of pure desire and not of discomfort—as so many other times before.
They reconnect in a wet, sucked and toothy kiss, Jeongguk exhaling loud and long. "Do you want me to undress you or can you do it yourself?" Taehyung's stare makes him a little weak and he sees the older boy just nods, without giving an answer. "What happened to your voice mmh? Are you that horny already, you cannot answer me?"
"Please, we haven’t even started yet, golden boy. I hope you sound so cocky once we're done." Jeongguk connects his lips again, a flirtatious and winning smile on his face. When they separate, Taehyung's lips are red and shiny with spit.
"Hmm," Jeongguk says in a breathy voice, deliberately and slowly moving his crotch to Taehyung's, "You don’t know what I’m able to, but, your ass gonna be sore tomorrow," he murmurs, taking one of his hands to Taehyung's right ass cheek and squeezing it hard.
Taehyung slips a playful laugh, “Your dick is gonna be sore tomorrow,”
Two can play this game, Taehyung says to himself, who is receiving constant and rotating movements from Jeongguk, whom he can already feel hard behind his clothes. Taehyung missed sleeping with someone who genuinely wanted to be, and it seems that this is one of those occasions. The hate, the anger and the frustration, if well it was real between both, was result of a great and unresolved sexual tension between them.
Jeongguk pauses his movements and with a knowing smile, he sits totally erect on top of Taehyung on his bed, he takes off his sweater in one act, throwing the other's garment in a malicious action. It was expected to see a speed skating athlete with a defined and strong body, but Jeongguk looked amazing, out of this world. Taehyung has recorded the torso of the youngest in his twisted and phallic mind, so he is salivating when he meets again with his abs and strong chest. He cannot contain himself and brings his hands up to caress the muscles that flex at the touch, this is so fucking hot that Taehyung has to close his eyes again to not go crazy or coming untouched, really.
Jeongguk arches one eyebrow, knowingly. "I can feel how you want me, Taehyung," he says in a breathed voice, still moving his hips and rubbing the other. When both connect their gazes, he smirks sure of himself. "I can notice it in how you look at me,"
Taehyung laughs, but then moans loudly as he feels Jeongguk’s dick on his. "Please," he begins, the phrase can be read with different meanings, soon he rolls his eyes playfully and remarks, "I think you're doing a self-reference," now it's him who raises his hips, losing patience. "To trip and fall without obstacles in the middle? Thanks for the interest," he winks, while alludes to the moment on the track, Jeongguk blushes quickly.
"Why don’t you shut up?" Jeongguk flexes his abs and takes Taehyung's hands in his, intertwining his fingers, but the older one notices he’s ashamed. Jeongguk is truly an enigma, he can go from timid to be sure of himself in a violent swing.
"Make me," Taehyung says, smiling boldly and it's as if a new Jeongguk appeared. The young athlete separates enough from the journalist and takes the end of his shirt, pulling it over Taehyung’s shoulders, leaving him naked on top. He smiles mischievously and brings his lips to one of his dark pink nipples. "Oh god-Jeongguk," his voice rises in octaves and continues to cry while Jeongguk devotes his utmost attention to his bundle of nerves, encircling his energetic tongue and leaving a wet path on his chest. Taehyung has his hands at his sides, but quickly brings one of them to Jeongguk's hair, "Keep going, just keep going, please,"
Jeongguk hums happily, but this time he also uses his teeth and slightly bites Taehyung's skin, who automatically emits a whimper in a low, resonant voice in the room. "Take off your clothes," he says in his ear and Taehyung nods, not saying a word.
Jeongguk distances himself from the other and stands on one side of the bed, carefully removing his pants and boxers in a single act—he is grateful to be wearing sports clothes, since it means to be able to remove them with minimal effort. He never takes his gaze from Taehyung's, who blushes when he feels so much attention to himself. It’s strange to find this Taehyung, because he usually sees him on the outside with an overwhelming personality, with no room for embarrassment or reticence. This Taehyung is softer, and Jeongguk likes it, he likes it a lot.
Jeongguk, naked and comfortable to constant overexposure, approaches his night table and opens the upper drawer taking the cherry lube—he smiles when he remembers the conversation with Jimin, and a strip of condoms, excited and still not understanding how he was about to have sex with Kim Taehyung. He laughs loudly, the world has become completely crazy, but he would take advantage of the opportunity, without questions.
When he deposits the elements in the bed and notices Taehyung already naked and disposed in it, his long legs minimally separated, his chest rising and falling energetically, his dick erect and almost shining with pre-come, he has a new and invigorating desire to fuck him in the best of the forms. Taehyung looks at him hungrily, his gaze is no longer on his face but on his cock and thighs, his best attributes—if they ask him. The elder bites his lower lip and then turns his gaze to other parts of Jeongguk, his eyes, his face, his nose, his lips.
Are they really doing this? It seems a question made aloud, because both observe each other in a reticent and careful way, perhaps waiting for a minimal signal to not continue and stop everything, but Jeongguk chooses to enjoy the moment and give room to his most primitive feelings, so he returns to lean on his bed and—never removing his gaze from Taehyung's, he approaches to give him a chaste and brief kiss on his lips.
Taehyung blushes and raises his bony and shaking hands to hold Jeongguk's face and kiss him in return, his words not matching the tender moment. "I want you to fuck me senseless Jeongguk-ssi,"
Oh my god, Jeongguk feels his arms that until now hold him in the bed so as not to crush Taehyung, tremble. He can only nod, because if someone offers you to have sex with Taehyung, Kim-fucking-Taehyung, your civic duty is to say: hell yes. Jeongguk approaches the older one and fervently kisses him, leaving a line of spit on his chin and cheeks. Taehyung emits sounds of pleasure that go directly to his dick, who's reaching higher and higher. "I need you to open up a little for me darling," Jeongguk begins, taking the bottle of lube in his hands, opening it and dropping a small amount into his palm.
Taehyung obeys and closes his eyes, settling on the pillow and mattress, to comfortably receive Jeongguk's fingers.
The young athlete's fingers are skirting Taehyung's small pink hole, who is startled to feel the sticky substance contacting his skin. Jeongguk caresses him with his other hand, letting it rest on the left bone of his hip. With his other hand, he takes his middle finger through the tough muscle, but when he reaches the knuckle, both—he and Taehyung let out a long and uncontrolled moan, because it has been a long time since the last time they were with someone, therefore Taehyung especially, struggles to accommodate at Jeongguk's intruding finger.
After a few minutes and three fingers of the young man inside of Taehyung, he hits his ass insistently a few times, as well as his massive and meaty thighs. "C'mon I'm ready,"
Jeongguk makes a sound, granting the request. Removing his fingers, he takes one of the condoms on bed and impatiently breaks his wrapper, not losing sight of the hungry look that Taehyung gives him, who now bites his lips and throws his head back; as a result, Jeongguk notices the new marks on his neck and feels stupidly proud of it.
Taehyung seems to notice him because he rolls his eyes but hits his thighs playfully again. He has a kink for them, because they're muscle art. "I love your thighs, Mr. Cocky," with the heel of his feet, he presses Jeongguk to speed up the movement. "But I want you to fuck me now, I'm losing patience,"
Jeongguk laughs, throwing his head back. "Be careful of what you want," he says as he lines up his dick at Taehyung's entrance, pressing just a little forward, the other groans gutturally, losing control. "Don’t complain later," he murmurs in his ear, now slowly entering Taehyung and it feels fucking perfect. Oh my God, Jeongguk closes his eyes to compose himself, because if he lets himself go he will most likely end up coming in less than a minute, and he wants to enjoy the moment as long as he can.
Once his dick is completely inside of Taehyung, his movement stops and shares a throaty moan with Taehyung, whom he approaches to give an almost breathy kiss. Jeongguk begins to notice the first signs of transpiration on Taehyung's face, his swollen lips moving in Oh's and Ah's. His eyebrows are buried in his forehead, his eyes closed in a sign of pleasure. Just look at him starts a feeling of pride, passion and desire to satisfy him at all costs inside Jeongguk, which is new for the athlete who’s used to be a bit selfish on the track, but also in bed.
Taehyung's eyes open and focus on Jeongguk, a small smile makes him return to the moment. A slow and careful movement caresses Taehyung’s body, the youngest takes the other's hands and intertwines their fingers, wanting to have contact with him all the time. He doesn’t know if it takes him by surprise or what, but Taehyung stares back at him, not even blinking. "Can you go faster? I'm fine now,” he says in a groaning voice.
Jeongguk nods and with his hands still connected, he starts to move much faster than before. Taehyung's hole wraps his dick so well he has to fight with his senses to not feel overwhelmed and out of control so quickly, however the moans the other produces make him think the feeling is mutual. After a while, Jeongguk takes the elder's legs and puts them around his neck, slightly raising his pelvis, but reaching a much more hidden and delicious spot for Taehyung.
"Oh-fuck. Jeongguk, fuck," the ambient sound is so filthy and wet, which makes both of them even more horny. Jeongguk reaches a new and invigorated speed, touching every part of Taehyung's prostate in the process. "Holy fuck," he says in a breathy voice, whimpering and moving his hands to reach the sheets.
"Fuck yes," Jeongguk manages to say, reaching his ultimate limit of sanity. "I'm gonna come," he breathes on the other’s ear. He kisses his lips in an unconscious act, nonetheless Taehyung responds equally distracted.
"Yes, oh my god,” Taehyung kisses senseless and reaches for his own dick, stroking energetically, “Hnngh, I'm gonna come, fuck." A few more erratic movements and Taehyung releases his load into his abdomen and part of Jeongguk's torso. The athlete gives two or three more sinks and he comes, breathing in the same air of Taehyung, with his name in his lips.
Both are literally in a trance, trying to return from the ecstasy that was having sex with each other—that requires a few minutes of lying still and motionless, especially to regain normal breathing. Taehyung whimpers once Jeongguk leaves him, but he has to remove the sticky condom and throw it away. The younger dives into the bathroom, looking for something to clean them and when he returns—a white towel in his hand, he sees Taehyung with his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his lips, Jeongguk cannot help but replicate the gesture. "Are you good?"
Taehyung opens his eyes automatically, smiling even more attentively when the other passes him the wet towel, endeared by the action. "Thank you and yes," he begins to wipe languidly, "I feel pretty good,"
"I told you so," Jeongguk adds bold and confident. Smiling, he lays down on bed next to Taehyung, watching the other man fix himself. Everything is so strange, he cannot believe that he slept with Kim Taehyung, a reporter who apparently hated his guts until a few days ago. He tilts his head and laughs.
"What?" Taehyung asks, looking at him curiously, he offers back the towel and ends up reclining his torso and head on the pillow again. "What are you laughing at?"
"Don’t you think it's weird?" Jeongguk questions after a few seconds of silence, also leaning back just as his partner and the two end up looking at the ceiling. "We had sex and a few days ago we were in our necks and Twitters telling horrible things about each other,"
The sigh of Taehyung floods the room, the young man directs his sight to his right and he notices how his face and part of his neck are reddened. "I know, I got carried away for the moment, I’m sorry," he apologizes, playing with the sheets and his fingers.
Jeongguk feels a bit disappointed, to tell the truth. He doesn’t feel like saying sorry. He had a wonderful, although unforeseen, time with Taehyung. Everything was pretty reckless and maybe, he didn’t stop to think about it, but having regrets? Never. He looks at Taehyung's fingers and in an impulsive act, he takes them in his hand, sharing much more intimacy than he imagined before. Taehyung looks back at him, somewhat anxious, but surprised. "I liked being with you," Jeongguk acknowledges flustered.
With his unoccupied hand, he touches his face, aggressively. Again, they join in a silence, but Taehyung squeezes the hand on his and smiles, "I also enjoyed it, even if I regret to have interrupted your concentration," he adds sarcastically, mentioning the effort used in the sexual act. An internal chuckle arises in Taehyung, he feels like a teenager and not like the 24-year-old guy, serious and professional he should be, but to hell with the professional. He clearly exceeded a thousand limits with the athlete today.
"It's true," Jeongguk shares, a smirk on his lips and his bright, but playful eyes watching him closely. "I need to rest,"
Taehyung's fingers separate from the younger boy but begin to draw patterns in the muscles of his abs and later, they go down to reach his-now familiar- dick. "I was thinking there are other things that require minimal effort, you know?" Jeongguk's breath gets stuck in his chest, getting an idea of where this conversation is going. Now, the nails of the young journalist carefully rub his shaft and Jeongguk closes his eyes, a mmm? coming out of his lips. "You could keep still while I do all the work, even,"
A sound is heard by the weight on the bed shifting. Jeongguk feels Taehyung’s warm hand surrounding the base of his cock, squeezing with just enough force to cause him chills, despite having done it just a few minutes ago, his dick seems happy and erect by the shown attention. “I’m gonna suck you off, is that okay with you?” Taehyung asks in his ear and Jeongguk opens his eyes brusquely, connecting once again with the perfect face of the journalist. What kind of question was that? Of course he’s okay with that, more than okay actually.
Taehyung winks and lowers himself to connect his warm and inviting mouth with Jeongguk’s dick.
This is what a good life feels like, thinks Jeongguk, before a loud moaning is heard on the room.
-
His muscles burn, burn and burn again. But this is the last effort, Jeongguk is the last one in the relay and he's doing it fucking well, as expected. While the arena is noisier than ever, his brain cannot hear, see, or focus on anything other than the goal line. His daily workouts, his tight schedule, his resignations to many other things, are more than enough to feel that this exact moment is the most important of his career.
He’s in his country, at an Olympic Games, about to make history and win the gold with his best friends.
In the blink of an eye, everything returns to him, because he has just crossed the finish line and the ambient sound is a roar in his brain, the adrenaline rushing through his veins and muscles, which feel an immediate relief when they realize that everything has finished. They won, he fucking won and cannot believe it.
He quickly turns to see his friends, their faces possibly mimicking his own feelings. Jeongguk skates to where they are, and they found him at the middle. Oh my God, he is so happy that his mind is blank. They embrace warmly and the transpiration, the effort and the desire to succeed can be smelled in it.
They won, they really won! When the hugs, tears, awards and minimal exchange of words with their families’ end, they have to go to the press line. Jeongguk is the chosen one, of course, being the youngest and the last men of the relay. He remains so euphoric that when he sees Taehyung in line –as the first journalist- he has to restrain from throwing himself at him, running. When he closes the gap and Taehyung looks at him, they try to maintain as professionals as they can be. They exchange a few words and they’re truly succeeding but then, Taehyung smiles rectangularly and asks what or who is his lucky charm, Jeongguk fails.
The athlete can see the horror go through the features of Taehyung's face, but he cannot help it. His body acts faster than his brain and he goes further, taking Taheyung's tiny face in his hands and crashing his lips with his, energetic tongue and lips and everything, on live television and Jeongguk doesn’t give a shit, even though he worries when he doesn’t feel a response from the journalist. He separates enough to kiss the other again shortly and notices Taehyung is more stunned, motionless and reddened than ever.
Taehyung without words, on live television. That is a scene that many would have paid to see.
Jeongguk, well he's so happy he doesn’t care about anything else at that moment than his sporting success and the perfect and bubbly guy in front of him. He takes the microphone and says, "You, you are my lucky charm." And he pokes his nose in a final and cheesy act.
The howls and cries in the press line are several and noisy, but Taehyung is still unable to believe what is happening. When he sees Jeongguk going down the hall, without talking to anyone else, he starts to laugh, touching his lips and saying in a brief, but firm comment. "Well, oh wow,” eloquent much. “It seems I have a new boyfriend, so...” he whispers the sentence but he has a microphone with him, and everyone listens to him. “From the 2018 Winter Olympics, this was Kim Taehyung for KBS World, it's all I can report. Good night."