BTS || quick learner (V/J-Hope)
quick learner
V/J-Hope
PG-13, ~1.6k.
Hoseok and Taehyung play seven minutes in heaven. For the bangtangenerator prompt "supply closet."
Namjoon breaks the kiss with a smacking flourish and bounces upright, yanking Yoongi from the dip he'd swept him in at the start of their turn. Yoongi, bottom lip glistening under the light from when Namjoon had gotten a little too liberal with his tongue, lifts both arms and bows from the waist. Jimin is on his back, pressing a pillow to his face with Jungkook's help like he's trying to perform an assisted suicide. "And that's how you do it, kids." Yoongi deadpans.
Hoseok laughs so hard he almost can't breathe. Next to him, Taehyung is actually turning the colour of a ripe plum. Hoseok grabs him around the neck, shaking a little until Taehyung's convulsing laughter chokes out of its silence with a gasp. Can't be too careful. He rubs the knob of Taehyung's spine with his thumb, most of his attention on Yoongi and Namjoon still posturing like fools. Across the circle, Seokjin hasn't moved in a full minute; Hoseok can't tell if he's just appalled, or traumatized.
"Okay." Namjoon waves. "Let's get on with it. Hoseok, you're up."
"What!" Hoseok shouts. "Doesn't the bottle pass to Yoongi-hyung?"
"Hey, hey." Yoongi wipes his mouth with his thumb and brandishes it so everyone can see the shine of saliva. "Yeah? Huh? I did my part. Next, Jung Hoseok-sshi!"
Hoseok whoops with the rest of them, equal parts repulsed and impressed, and reaches for the empty bottle in the center. He twists it, and grabs his own half-empty beer with the intention of topping up before he has to face his fate. The bottle is a spinning beetle-green blur. Hoseok is only barely tipsy, and with that in mind he tosses back, bottoms-up.
"Oh my god! Taehyung!" Jimin shrieks, and Hoseok splutters on the last half-inch of his beer, most of it going out his nose.
"Oh, ew," Hoseok says, wiping his face. He squints through the burn in his sinuses. "Taehyung? It's Taehyung?" Jungkook and Jimin are howling again.
It is Taehyung. Hoseok looks at the kid, staring like a deer in headlights at the bottle pointed to his knees. The deep red flush in his cheeks hasn't faded yet, and he's licking his lips nervously. For some reason, Hoseok can't help but laugh.
"Yoooo!" Namjoon's making noise for no reason again. "Kiss, kiss, kiss!"
"We're going in the closet like civilized people." Hoseok stands up, only slightly wobbly, and pulls on the back of Taehyung's shirt. Taehyung stumbles to his feet. "Unlike you exhibitionists," Hoseok teases, and ducks away from Yoongi's vengeful foot.
"Oh, Taehyung!" Jimin pitches his voice an octave higher and swoons into Seokjin's lap. Then an octave lower: "Oh, kiss me Hoseok-hyung!"
"Better watch what you wish for." Jungkook points out. Jimin sits up aghast to a chorus of jeers. Hoseok scrunches his face in response, but yanks open the closet door and shoves Taehyung inside.
"Seven minutes!" Namjoon hollers.
The closet has just enough space for them to stand toe-to-toe. There's no light, and Hoseok trips and almost hits his head while still holding on to the back of Taehyung's shirt. They both burst into hushed giggles, and Hoseok tightens the circle of his arm until his elbow cups Taehyung's nape and he can bury his grin in the crook of Taehyung's neck.
"This is so stupid," he whispers, snickering into Taehyung's cotton shirt. It's warm inside the closet, and there's the heavy weight of winter jackets against his back. Under him, Taehyung smells faintly of alcohol and faded cologne. Hoseok takes a deep breath and pulls back. "Well." The corner of his mouth twitches, but he fights down his amusement. "Let me be the first to apologize."
He's joking, but as soon as the words leave his lips he becomes aware of the tremor of Taehyung's fingers, gripping the sides of Hoseok's sweatshirt. It sobers Hoseok like cold water to the face. A thought occurs to him, and he moves his hands to Taehyung's shoulders.
"Hey, is this-" Your first kiss, he bites back. It'll just make things more awkward if he draws attention to a likely truth, not to mention lend more importance to this stupid game than it deserves. "Okay?" he finishes lamely. Taehyung's expression is calm, a little curious, but his body language conveys barely suppressed agitation.
"Yeah," Taehyung says after a beat, voice pitched low and almost hoarse, and the tiniest prickle crawls down Hoseok's neck. He's beginning to sweat in the heat of this cramped space. He pushes his apprehension down and carefully leans in. Taehyung blinks, and Hoseok's caught by his own reflection in Taehyung's eyes for a second: the crack of the closet door slanting a ray of light over his long nose, the dark crescents of his own eyes.
He doesn't miss Taehyung's nervous swallow.
This isn't like spinning and landing on Yoongi or Namjoon, where Hoseok can play it up and know he'll get as good as he gives. Hoseok doesn't know if it's just because he's hung out with older kids all his life, but Taehyung suddenly seems impossibly young. Or at least, Hoseok suddenly feels the responsibility of being a hyung. Everyone gets along, but he has never completely understood Taehyung.
"'Kay," Hoseok breathes. "I'm just gonna..." He tilts his head, aiming for chaste, steady contact. Chickening out isn't an option-Yoongi would smell the lie on them in seconds, that bastard, and then puppeteer their make-out himself.
Hoseok has never managed to kiss with his eyes open. Taehyung's lips catch his faster than he expects, and his eyelids flutter, his hand sliding to cup the back of Taehyung's neck to adjust the angle. Taehyung makes a startled, urgent noise, and fists his hands in Hoseok's sweatshirt. His mouth is damp from repeated licking, and he's stiff, his lips a little too pursed, the huff of his laboured breathing across Hoseok's cheek distracting. Hoseok tries to pull away and Taehyung's body follows him.
A different tactic, then. Hoseok pushes Taehyung gently but firmly backwards, pinning him up against the wall. He holds Taehyung's face in both hands, fingers stroking over the lobes of his ears like he's soothing a demanding cat. "Relax," he mutters. Taehyung's jaw goes slack, and he lets Hoseok press two long kisses to his mouth before he starts kissing back. It's slow at first, too bland to be tender, but Hoseok finds himself enjoying it. The full flesh of Taehyung's lips, his warmth, the way his entire body thrums a response. It's not something he would mind doing more often, and the thought surprises him.
Hoseok breaks the kiss, since apparently Taehyung doesn't need to breathe, peering through his lashes at Taehyung's flushed face. Taehyung's eyes are scrunched shut, his mouth hanging open. There's a bit of wetness on his chin, and Hoseok wipes it with his thumb. Taehyung's eyes snap open, unexpectedly dark and lucid, and he stares at Hoseok for five unblinking seconds before they're kissing again, this time Taehyung lipping at Hoseok's closed mouth. Hoseok feels a wet poke of tongue, and he snorts in his head, but tentatively parts his lips.
It's not the barrage of saliva he feared. Taehyung kisses Hoseok's top lip, then grazes his teeth over the swell of the lower one before tugging it into his mouth. He sucks on it, kissing Hoseok with his tongue barely tickling past Hoseok's teeth. Hoseok lets him. The almost-there licks are maddening, like Taehyung wanted the access just to know he could have it. Hoseok can't suppress a frustrated groan, and Taehyung boldly grabs him by the waist, fingers spread as though he could circle its full circumference. Taehyung has the hands of a man half again his size. He yanks Hoseok flush against him; Hoseok lets him. It's so warm inside the closet. His shirt sticks a little to his back, and he pushes his hands into Taehyung's hair. Taehyung hums, and out of curiosity Hoseok scrapes his fingernails over Taehyung's scalp.
Taehyung freezes. His panting is all Hoseok can hear, and instinctively Hoseok palms Taehyung's neck, stroking over the knob of his spine again.
Taehyung shivers. "Hyung," he says, the second word he's uttered since they began. It's a raw, chest-deep growl, but his eyes are limpid in the dim light, wild and shy as though waiting for an answer. The only question Hoseok knows right now is Taehyung's tongue in his mouth. What does it feel like? He wants to kiss him again, lick inside, taste the lukewarm staleness of beer and kindle the waiting embers in his gut. Taehyung's lips are barely pink, that's how gently they touched. Hoseok wants to feel them the way Taehyung's hands feel through his shirt: overheated, restless, urgent.
He cards through Taehyung's hair again, but Taehyung doesn't flinch, and Hoseok knows Taehyung won't kiss him until he says something. He considers Taehyung for a moment, searching his face. He has a handful of good guesses that range from trivial to game-changing, but Taehyung can't expect anything from him with intentions this unclear. "I don't know what to do with you," Hoseok admits, and leans up to brush their mouths together.
Taehyung slides his hands to Hoseok's back, parting his lips. "Anything," he starts, but Hoseok's already drawing away and turning to the closet door. He can hear Namjoon on the other side.
"Time's up!"
A/N:
- nothing happens what else is new u___u
- halfway through i realized this is actually just the au rewrite of their rookie king kiss oops /o\
- v's massive crush.. when will j-hope see him as a man
V/J-Hope
PG-13, ~1.6k.
Hoseok and Taehyung play seven minutes in heaven. For the bangtangenerator prompt "supply closet."
Namjoon breaks the kiss with a smacking flourish and bounces upright, yanking Yoongi from the dip he'd swept him in at the start of their turn. Yoongi, bottom lip glistening under the light from when Namjoon had gotten a little too liberal with his tongue, lifts both arms and bows from the waist. Jimin is on his back, pressing a pillow to his face with Jungkook's help like he's trying to perform an assisted suicide. "And that's how you do it, kids." Yoongi deadpans.
Hoseok laughs so hard he almost can't breathe. Next to him, Taehyung is actually turning the colour of a ripe plum. Hoseok grabs him around the neck, shaking a little until Taehyung's convulsing laughter chokes out of its silence with a gasp. Can't be too careful. He rubs the knob of Taehyung's spine with his thumb, most of his attention on Yoongi and Namjoon still posturing like fools. Across the circle, Seokjin hasn't moved in a full minute; Hoseok can't tell if he's just appalled, or traumatized.
"Okay." Namjoon waves. "Let's get on with it. Hoseok, you're up."
"What!" Hoseok shouts. "Doesn't the bottle pass to Yoongi-hyung?"
"Hey, hey." Yoongi wipes his mouth with his thumb and brandishes it so everyone can see the shine of saliva. "Yeah? Huh? I did my part. Next, Jung Hoseok-sshi!"
Hoseok whoops with the rest of them, equal parts repulsed and impressed, and reaches for the empty bottle in the center. He twists it, and grabs his own half-empty beer with the intention of topping up before he has to face his fate. The bottle is a spinning beetle-green blur. Hoseok is only barely tipsy, and with that in mind he tosses back, bottoms-up.
"Oh my god! Taehyung!" Jimin shrieks, and Hoseok splutters on the last half-inch of his beer, most of it going out his nose.
"Oh, ew," Hoseok says, wiping his face. He squints through the burn in his sinuses. "Taehyung? It's Taehyung?" Jungkook and Jimin are howling again.
It is Taehyung. Hoseok looks at the kid, staring like a deer in headlights at the bottle pointed to his knees. The deep red flush in his cheeks hasn't faded yet, and he's licking his lips nervously. For some reason, Hoseok can't help but laugh.
"Yoooo!" Namjoon's making noise for no reason again. "Kiss, kiss, kiss!"
"We're going in the closet like civilized people." Hoseok stands up, only slightly wobbly, and pulls on the back of Taehyung's shirt. Taehyung stumbles to his feet. "Unlike you exhibitionists," Hoseok teases, and ducks away from Yoongi's vengeful foot.
"Oh, Taehyung!" Jimin pitches his voice an octave higher and swoons into Seokjin's lap. Then an octave lower: "Oh, kiss me Hoseok-hyung!"
"Better watch what you wish for." Jungkook points out. Jimin sits up aghast to a chorus of jeers. Hoseok scrunches his face in response, but yanks open the closet door and shoves Taehyung inside.
"Seven minutes!" Namjoon hollers.
The closet has just enough space for them to stand toe-to-toe. There's no light, and Hoseok trips and almost hits his head while still holding on to the back of Taehyung's shirt. They both burst into hushed giggles, and Hoseok tightens the circle of his arm until his elbow cups Taehyung's nape and he can bury his grin in the crook of Taehyung's neck.
"This is so stupid," he whispers, snickering into Taehyung's cotton shirt. It's warm inside the closet, and there's the heavy weight of winter jackets against his back. Under him, Taehyung smells faintly of alcohol and faded cologne. Hoseok takes a deep breath and pulls back. "Well." The corner of his mouth twitches, but he fights down his amusement. "Let me be the first to apologize."
He's joking, but as soon as the words leave his lips he becomes aware of the tremor of Taehyung's fingers, gripping the sides of Hoseok's sweatshirt. It sobers Hoseok like cold water to the face. A thought occurs to him, and he moves his hands to Taehyung's shoulders.
"Hey, is this-" Your first kiss, he bites back. It'll just make things more awkward if he draws attention to a likely truth, not to mention lend more importance to this stupid game than it deserves. "Okay?" he finishes lamely. Taehyung's expression is calm, a little curious, but his body language conveys barely suppressed agitation.
"Yeah," Taehyung says after a beat, voice pitched low and almost hoarse, and the tiniest prickle crawls down Hoseok's neck. He's beginning to sweat in the heat of this cramped space. He pushes his apprehension down and carefully leans in. Taehyung blinks, and Hoseok's caught by his own reflection in Taehyung's eyes for a second: the crack of the closet door slanting a ray of light over his long nose, the dark crescents of his own eyes.
He doesn't miss Taehyung's nervous swallow.
This isn't like spinning and landing on Yoongi or Namjoon, where Hoseok can play it up and know he'll get as good as he gives. Hoseok doesn't know if it's just because he's hung out with older kids all his life, but Taehyung suddenly seems impossibly young. Or at least, Hoseok suddenly feels the responsibility of being a hyung. Everyone gets along, but he has never completely understood Taehyung.
"'Kay," Hoseok breathes. "I'm just gonna..." He tilts his head, aiming for chaste, steady contact. Chickening out isn't an option-Yoongi would smell the lie on them in seconds, that bastard, and then puppeteer their make-out himself.
Hoseok has never managed to kiss with his eyes open. Taehyung's lips catch his faster than he expects, and his eyelids flutter, his hand sliding to cup the back of Taehyung's neck to adjust the angle. Taehyung makes a startled, urgent noise, and fists his hands in Hoseok's sweatshirt. His mouth is damp from repeated licking, and he's stiff, his lips a little too pursed, the huff of his laboured breathing across Hoseok's cheek distracting. Hoseok tries to pull away and Taehyung's body follows him.
A different tactic, then. Hoseok pushes Taehyung gently but firmly backwards, pinning him up against the wall. He holds Taehyung's face in both hands, fingers stroking over the lobes of his ears like he's soothing a demanding cat. "Relax," he mutters. Taehyung's jaw goes slack, and he lets Hoseok press two long kisses to his mouth before he starts kissing back. It's slow at first, too bland to be tender, but Hoseok finds himself enjoying it. The full flesh of Taehyung's lips, his warmth, the way his entire body thrums a response. It's not something he would mind doing more often, and the thought surprises him.
Hoseok breaks the kiss, since apparently Taehyung doesn't need to breathe, peering through his lashes at Taehyung's flushed face. Taehyung's eyes are scrunched shut, his mouth hanging open. There's a bit of wetness on his chin, and Hoseok wipes it with his thumb. Taehyung's eyes snap open, unexpectedly dark and lucid, and he stares at Hoseok for five unblinking seconds before they're kissing again, this time Taehyung lipping at Hoseok's closed mouth. Hoseok feels a wet poke of tongue, and he snorts in his head, but tentatively parts his lips.
It's not the barrage of saliva he feared. Taehyung kisses Hoseok's top lip, then grazes his teeth over the swell of the lower one before tugging it into his mouth. He sucks on it, kissing Hoseok with his tongue barely tickling past Hoseok's teeth. Hoseok lets him. The almost-there licks are maddening, like Taehyung wanted the access just to know he could have it. Hoseok can't suppress a frustrated groan, and Taehyung boldly grabs him by the waist, fingers spread as though he could circle its full circumference. Taehyung has the hands of a man half again his size. He yanks Hoseok flush against him; Hoseok lets him. It's so warm inside the closet. His shirt sticks a little to his back, and he pushes his hands into Taehyung's hair. Taehyung hums, and out of curiosity Hoseok scrapes his fingernails over Taehyung's scalp.
Taehyung freezes. His panting is all Hoseok can hear, and instinctively Hoseok palms Taehyung's neck, stroking over the knob of his spine again.
Taehyung shivers. "Hyung," he says, the second word he's uttered since they began. It's a raw, chest-deep growl, but his eyes are limpid in the dim light, wild and shy as though waiting for an answer. The only question Hoseok knows right now is Taehyung's tongue in his mouth. What does it feel like? He wants to kiss him again, lick inside, taste the lukewarm staleness of beer and kindle the waiting embers in his gut. Taehyung's lips are barely pink, that's how gently they touched. Hoseok wants to feel them the way Taehyung's hands feel through his shirt: overheated, restless, urgent.
He cards through Taehyung's hair again, but Taehyung doesn't flinch, and Hoseok knows Taehyung won't kiss him until he says something. He considers Taehyung for a moment, searching his face. He has a handful of good guesses that range from trivial to game-changing, but Taehyung can't expect anything from him with intentions this unclear. "I don't know what to do with you," Hoseok admits, and leans up to brush their mouths together.
Taehyung slides his hands to Hoseok's back, parting his lips. "Anything," he starts, but Hoseok's already drawing away and turning to the closet door. He can hear Namjoon on the other side.
"Time's up!"
A/N:
- nothing happens what else is new u___u
- halfway through i realized this is actually just the au rewrite of their rookie king kiss oops /o\
- v's massive crush.. when will j-hope see him as a man