The Good Kind Of Butterflies

“Fuck” Taehyung cussed, eyes closing to the sudden sunlight in the living room the moment he walked out from his room, kneading the skin between his nose bridge, the brunette male groans slumping on the beanbag near the coffee table. With a loud sigh he kept massaging his forehead. Taehyung isn’t much of a drinker, he was light headed. But the hungover was worse than any other ones he had in the past.

“hungover?” the male next to him said looking up from his pile of books with a small worried face. Adjusting the glasses on the tip of his nose the pink haired male brushed his pink strands.

“yeah... feel like got beaten by ten thugs”

“wait... I’ll get something to drink”

“Nuh.. I can get it... you do your work” Taehyung said before the male could stand up from the floor, for a second Taehyung thought it was just Jimin and him, until he spotted him sitting by the kitchen counter, strands of raven hair hiding his face, engrossed with the textbook, he had his arm curled around it protectively, his reading glasses resting on the tip of his nose, a pen tapping restlessly against the counter top.

Jungkook. Shit

Taehyung cursed under his breath, realising he was staring at the raven head, the said male glance up, his dark orbs meeting Taehyung’s own.

“Sup?” The male spoke, the corner of his lip tugged upward as if he knew Taehyung would stutter upon seeing him. Giving a light nod, Taehyung swiftly opened the fridge, burying his face inside as his cheeks flamed.

It was a perfectly typical greeting between them but Taehyung couldn’t just stop the funny tingles he felt in his stomach every time he saw him. Taehyung wondered where and what happened to his pounding headache the moment his eyes met with Jungkook. He deeply sighed, grabbing the cold water bottle, uncapping, gulping down the cold liquid trying not to choke. He was distracted thinking that Jungkook was watching him like a hawk, but when the brunette glanced over his shoulder to check, the male was engrossed with his textbook.

“ayoo... last night was a blast” Taemin wandered into the living room, his toned muscles glistening with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. A while towel around his neck meaning he came from track practice.

“You stink dude” Jimin said, dramatically covering his nose glaring at Taemin.

“Well you suck, you two knuckleheads were studying last night missing all the fun,” he said, wiping his soaked hair.

“No kidding, I don’t remember a shit...” pushing back the brown locks Taehyung stated. “Wait, aren’t you the one who brought me to my room last night?”

“Nope, all of us came this morning... didn’t see ya after truth or dare...” Taemin said walking past Taehyung reaching for one of the cabinets, grabbing a cereal box, stuffing his hand inside, stuffing a hand full of cereal into his mouth.

“caveman” Taehyung muttered, as Taemin grinned. Taehyung hopped on the counter side bringing his legs up on the counter trying not to look over at Jungkook again.

“Oy! Stop wasting cereal you asshat.” Sung won barrages in cussing at Taemin who kept eating like a pig. Rolling his eyes, Sung won walked up to him, snatching the cereal box from Taemin’s grasp.

“meanie”

“ass off the counter Tae...” Sung won warned as Taehyung hopped down from the counter top, Sung won was like a mother hen around the other four guys, he always stated that Taemin is a demon child, who was a messy person unlike Sung won, he liked to keep the dorm clean.

“What’s with you?” Sung won asked upon seeing Taehyung’s state. Crossing his arms on his chest, he leaned to the counter island across Taehyung.

“He got wasted last night, that’s what’s with him” Taemin dogged, grinning as the said brunette sent death glares.

“Anyone’s up for the mixer Thursday?” Sung won suggested out of the blue, Taehyung shook his head, finishing up the water bottle he took.

“I’m out, I gotta huge calc test Friday, thousand percent sure gonna fail it...”

“Not even for an hour?” Taemin asked.

“Nope, I like my scholarship too much...” Taehyung said he swear he saw Jungkook glanced up at him, then down at his book.

“You’re no fun,” Sung won stated.

“Don’t be sad, I’m free to come ya’ know...” wiggling his eyebrows Taemin swung his arm around Sung won’s shoulder sounding so flirtish.

“yeah.. No.. And you stink...” Sung won said, pushing himself away, scoffing and walking towards his room. Ignoring how Taemin awkwardly stood there, Taehyung was on the way to his room.

“Taehyung” Jungkook’s deep baritone cut his stride in half, oh how much Taehyung liked the way Jungkook said his name, though anything Jungkook ever had said was like music to ears. His Busan accent always got Taehyung feeling swarms of butterflies in his stomach, from sharing a whole dorm, Taehyung didn’t know him that well, just where he was from, but he did responded to our ad on the University online forum, and he’d seems all right enough when the boys met him. He kept all of them to himself, mostly.

“Yeah?” Taehyung said before, fully turning around. He gulped down nervously seeing how Jungkook took off his glasses, setting them on the table, hand running through his raven locks.

‘Damn...now when did he looked this good’ Taehyung thought to himself.

Jungkook hasn’t cut his hair in a long time and Taehyung can’t ignore how sexy he looks every time. Now what Taehyung first didn’t knew about the tattooed sleeve Jungkook had, it always made him drool over the sexy patterns on his veiny hands.

“If you need some help with calc tonight, hit me up. I have straight A’s since last semester.” Jungkook spoke, Taehyung felt like his stomach flipped, felt an electric wave directly to his dick, mind distracted how raven’s tongue brushed through the plum bottom lip, wetting the glossy surface.

“Taehyung?” hearing his name, Taehyung looked over Jungkook, the raven head had never offered him help before, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know Taehyung was taking the course, Taehyung ditched most of his classes.

“yeah...I think I’m good.. But thanks...” Taehyung mentally cursed for being distracted.

“I’ll be around if you change your mind” Jungkook said, his expression was open and polite, a generous, half curled smile that seemed genuine.

“yeah...sure” Taehyung left, collecting himself rushing to his room, he came back down grabbing his backpack and went out the front door so he didn’t have to go through the kitchen again.

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Taehyung was sure he wasn’t nodding off in philosophy again, cuz’ he woke up drenched in sweat, heart beating rapidly against his chest as a frustrated groan omitted from his mouth, he was about to have the best mind blowing orgasm of his life. And it was all just a wet dream he wasn’t supposed to dream, a slight of crimson dust crept to his cheeks as he realised how good his roommate looked in his dream, gosh the size of that- Taehyung bit his lower lip laying back down in his bed, eyes shutting as his hand slips under his pyjama shorts, mind replaying the steamy session he dreamed about. He started to pump his shaft up and down, his breathing worked out hot as he kept teasing his tip with the hump pad. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy him with a mind blowing orgasm, Taehyung craved for more simulation. So he pulled down his shorts sitting on his knees, after coating his fingers with enough saliva for lubrication, he plunged his finger up in the ass, moving them to make more simulation.

It was more than enough to make his reach for his climax, plus thanks to his wild fantasies. He knew it wasn’t normal to imagine having sex with your roommate, but Taehyung couldn’t help to think how hot Jungkook looked yesterday. The way he kept pounding his ass, god it felt like heaven even the thought made Taehyung bite down his lips. Picking up his pace Taehyung kept teasing his prostate, precum oozing from the tip of his cock signalling he’s close.

Just before he could fall from the edge of heaven, Jungkook threw Taehyung door wide open, which he stupidly forgot to lock it, just then Taehyung came all over his fist while his gaze was locked with the certain raven head who stood still wide-eyed.

“Oh, shit... sorry” Jungkook quickly muttered and started to back away, eyes lingered, sketching a quick path to Taehyung’s face to his exposed self. Taehyung slouched on to his bed silently groaning his embarrassment to the sheets. He had his legs spread out, of course there was plenty for the raven to look at, but he’d seemed mostly unruffled, he paused, just for a second as thick white strings pulsed from the head of Taehyung’s cock, while he gasped through his intense orgasm, the heat of his body calmed down as he couldn’t stop recalling what happened.

There was something in Jungkook’s expression then, a darkening desire that was so arousing as he stoop open mouthed at the doorway, then tugged the door quickly shut behind him.

After he was gone, Taehyung cleaned himself after gathering his scattered thoughts, gulping down his embarrassment. Yet he still couldn’t get rid of the visual of the raven male standing in that doorway, Taehyung thought for a moment. What if Jungkook would have been like if he’d been there the whole time, watching him. Or if he’d stayed.

‘Did seeing me got him hard?’ Taehyung thought.

I bet he jerk off afterwards...

What if he’d stayed and done it in front of me?

What if he stayed and we did it?

What if...

What if...

What if...

“Ughhh....” Taehyung let out a frustrated groan pulling his hair strands, kicking his legs hiding his face in between the sheets, he couldn’t stop wandering what happened to Jungkook after seeing him. What if’s on fucking repeat and it’s fucking with him in the head.

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“Ghaad!” with a loud thud Taehyung dropped his head on one of the cafeteria tables, slightly gaining a few other’s attention.

“You okay?” Jimin asked, taking a small peek at the brunette.

“Fuck. Every. Thing” Taehyung muttered while hitting his forehead on the table several times.

“God, Taehyung!” quickly sliding his hand underneath Taehyung’s forehead, Jimin said with a worried look. Even with Jimin’s hand on his forehead Taehyung kept hitting his head to Jimin’s palm.

“This Is what happens when you don’t concentrate on your lectures” with a sigh, the pink haired male said.

Taehyung himself thought he’d resolved his curiosity a long time ago, but now he himself wasn’t so sure, and it was fucking him in his head in a major way. All through Professor Han’s boring-ass lecture, his imagination kept serving up the raunchy images of Jungkook, even when the professor called his name several times he couldn’t hear it, too distracted. Even when he grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria his mind was wandering.

Sitting up straight, Taehyung unwrapped the plastic cover, bringing it to his mouth, eyes roaming around the cafeteria hall, playing tricks on his mind by painting Jungkook’s lean proportions over every raven haired dude who passed by.

Though Taehyung was very clear with his sexuality, he’d sometimes ogle chicks, he would look at a guy, really look at them, and yeah... there would be odd moments here and there.

Today he ignored every girls altogether and focused on the guys, studying them to see if any of them got him going, nothing, even though some were attractive, none of them sent tingles zinging though his spine the way Jungkook had last night. Maybe it wasn’t about Jungkook or guys, maybe it was the circumstance?

Maybe he’d just inadvertently unlocked one of his kinks? And it wasn’t worth to work himself up into the sexual identity crisis over. Finishing up his sandwich, Taehyung stood from the table flinging his bag over his shoulder.

“I’m off, see ya later” he said, while Jimin lightly gave a nod. Crunching the plastic wrapper, throwing it into the garbage bin near the cafeteria door. He checked his watch. Ten minutes left until his next class and then he was done. Taehyung thought about taking a short walk through the lawn. When he looked up, he spotted Jungkook-the real one, this time he was with a couple of people that he didn’t recognize. Of course Jungkook had a whole circle of friends he didn’t know. Some of the guys in their dorm room know him better. Jimin and he seemed to especially get alone. He occasionally came out with all of the boys.

Taehyung studied him from behind, the way his ripped jeans hugged the back of his thick thighs, and ass. The broad shoulders that tapered to his tiny waist emphasised by the slim grey T-shirt he had on.

Jungkook turned to look over his shoulder, as if he felt Taehyung was watching him, he spotted the brunette as he looked back at his friends then to Taehyung, slowly raising his hand waving to Taehyung, just before Taehyung raised his hand to wave back, the dude next to Jungkook squeezed his bicep, stealing his attention, Jungkook laughed to something the dude whispered, then leaning in as the guy brushed a kiss across his cheek, it was quick, friendly who knows, then all of them scattered, the dude and a girl walking with Jungkook into the Art building together. As disappointment washed over Taehyung, sending a tiny electricity through him.

“Who was that?” Taehyung mumbled, surely he wasn’t fucking jealous. No. he refused to even consider that. Gritting his teeth Taehyung left where he stood shouldering his backpack to his next class.