reason to talk

Crumpled sheets. Sweaty bodies. Stuffy. Moans echoing throughout the room. Sensual. With each thrust, Jungkook covers the body beneath him with butterfly kisses. He runs his palm down the boy's cheek, wiping away tears that involuntarily rolled down. Taehyung gasps for breath from the moans. He pulls the boy towards him by the neck and draws him into a tender kiss. "I'm about to cum," Taehyung says, breaking away from the boy's lips and moaning softly. Jungkook hits the boy's prostate and, on the brink of orgasm, says, "I love you, my little one." A few hours ago. Jungkook is in turmoil. For the past two weeks, Taehyung has been ignoring him. Communication has dwindled. He is always busy, taking a long time to respond, and at school, he only greets him and immediately goes to the classroom. Jungkook is hurting. He doesn't understand why his boyfriend is acting as if they are just acquaintances. Troubling thoughts swirl in his head, and he doesn't know what to do. Taehyung met him in the last year of high school. Jungkook was looking for an astronomy club, intending to occupy his mind with space and the Universe until the end of the school year. And he met him. The curly brunette extended his hand to Jungkook, who got lost in the long slender fingers. "I'm Kim Taehyung, the president of this chaos," the brunette said, gesturing around the room with his other hand. "Jeon Jungkook," he replied and shook the hand extended to him. Warm. "Well, Jungkook, let's get acquainted," Kim smiled and began to explain what they were doing here. The boys quickly bonded. Late-night outings outside the city to observe the sky. A telescope gifted to Taehyung for his birthday for nights of planet observation. Trips to planetariums, after which they discussed how beautiful but boring it was. Taehyung was a star boy. Jungkook never said such things out loud. Next came their shared burning passion for this hobby. And the search for something new. The decision to attend the same university and diligent studying to make it happen. The first smoked cigarette. Colorful hair tips. The first tattoo. The first ear piercings. The first heart-to-heart conversations. The first hangover. The first kiss. The first sex. They never talked about what was happening between them. They had sex, and in the morning, they acted as usual. Lots of hugs, fewer butterfly kisses. This went on for a year and a half. Jungkook thought this was what relationships looked like, while Taehyung saw it all as friendly sex. Until he fell in love. It's hard to say when it happened. It seems like it happened at their first meeting, but Taehyung only realized and accepted it after six months of friendly sex. He was afraid of losing Jungkook and gave himself fully every night for another year. Until one moment came. Mezeto is beautiful. As an exchange student from Japan, the guy quickly blended into the new group. And just as quickly became close with Jungkook. They sat together in the cafeteria, went to study together, visited bars together. That's when the brunette discovered a new feeling - jealousy. Thoughts of Jungkook returning to Taehyung's bed at night were the only thing that calmed him. But the more the brunette interacted with Mezeto, the stronger the jealousy became. And with it came pain. Enough. The decision to end it all was not easy. Taehyung reduced their meetings. Then the communication. Rarely picked up the phone when Jungkook called, even less often responded on messenger. In university, the brunette's eyes, full of confusion, inflicted dull pain on Taehyung's soul when he made excuses and ran away. This will all be right. The brunette is not made of iron, he won't survive if he stays close by. Standing in front of Taehyung's apartment door, Jungkook does not share those thoughts. They need to talk. Another week of this behavior, and the guy won't be able to take it anymore. Did Taehyung decide to leave him? There are many speculations, but only one truth. And only one person will reveal it after opening that damn door. The sound of the lock turning and there he is in front of the brunette. The blond. "Hello", Taehyung said, seeing someone he didn’t expect. "Um... Hello? Can you let me in?" "Oh... You know, I'm busy right now, so let's do it some other time", Jungkook's foot blocks the door from closing. "No, now!" his voice slightly raised, and the blond flinched, "damn it, sorry, Tae... Let's talk?" "Let go. I don't want to talk to you". "Why, Tae? Why are you pulling away? Why are you leaving me?" "Leaving?" hysterical laughter echoed off the bare walls of the entrance, "you know what, Guk-ah", sharply, with contempt, "go to your Mezeto and leave me alone!" "What does Mezeto have to do with anything?" Mezeto... Tenderly... The soul falls apart. "He's your boyfriend!" a sob escaped him. How much softer he had become, Taehyung. "Wha... Tae, let's go inside and talk, please", reaching out his hand and wiping away a tear. A step back. Surrender. The bathroom door slammed shut, and Jungkook, making tea, got lost in his thoughts. Why does his boyfriend think Jungkook is dating Mezeto? Everything was fine between them. Or not really. If you think about it, they never talked about what was between them, never about feelings. Jungkook thought that if they slept together, they were a couple. In the bathroom, Taehyung tries to pull himself together. His heart betrays him as soon as he sees the brunette. What to do? Confess his feelings? Reasonable. But is it too late? Why did the guy come? Doesn't he realize that this can't go on like this? His head spins from these questions. The only way out is to talk. Honestly. Like in the good old days. "Why did we stop talking?" half-whispered. Jungkook startled at the unexpected question. Casting a glance at the blond, he took a soft towel and gently wiped away the tears from his face. "I don't know, Tae... I don't know". Silence. Each thinking about the same thing. "Tae... What am I to you?" whispered cautiously, afraid of scaring him away. "Best friend". a lie. "Friend then", forced smile, followed by silence, "you know, I'm an idiot. The real one. Why did I think we were a couple when I'm just a friend to you?" A couple... "And Mezeto?" "Taehyung", cupping his face in his hands and speaking softly, "Mezeto is my distant relative". It seems like the blond has found a second wind. "Why didn't you say anything?" "You didn't ask". Fools. Taehyung gently kisses the brunette and presses him to his chest. Jungkook doesn't resist. They stand there, listening to each other's heartbeat. Both racing. Butterfly kisses flutter along the brunette's neck, rise to his cheeks, and their lips cover each other. They kiss tenderly, slowly, and lovingly. Trying to understand each other. Successfully. The blond pulls the guy towards the bedroom. The tea has gone cold, but they don't care a bout that. He pushes Jungkook onto the bed and sits on top of him. A kiss from tender to passionate turns into a hungry one. Breaking away from the brunette's lips, he speaks: "We will discuss everything this time, right?" "Definitely", he flips over and leans in. Many kisses. Hands everywhere. Excitement makes them lose their minds. Clothes fly to the floor. The moans are quiet, just between the two of them. "My star boy". Hazelnut eyes sparkle in the darkness. They have never had such tender, sensual sex before. "Yours". Present. Lying in bed and embracing each other, each was lost in their own thoughts. Taehyung delicately traced patterns on the guy's strong chest with his finger, while Jungkook stared at the ceiling and bit his lip. "My little one, will you agree to be my partner?" he kisses the top of his head. And Taehyung hides his face in the guy's chest and smiles happily. "You're only a month older than me, why do you call me little?" he doesn't admit how much he enjoys it. "So is that a yes or no?" "Will you let me fuck you?" He thinks. "Only if you're my partner". "Then I agree too", he reaches out and covers his lips with a kiss, "shall we go on a date?" "I don't understand them". "Me neither. But we need to learn how to build a relationship. Dates are the simplest on the list." "Did you make a list?" "Maybe", and he smiles mischievously. He gently kisses his cheek and runs his fingers through the blond's hair. "You know, I fell in love with you at first sight", the brunette says softly. "Me too". "Fools?" "Definitely".