But sometimes, Jeongguk gets a feeling. About a place. About a person. He sees someone and thinks, You. I’m going to know you for the longest time. And he’s never been wrong.
You, Jeongguk thinks as Taehyung takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom.
You, he thinks as Taehyung closes the door behind them and presses him up against it, kissing him open, kissing his way down, fastening his mouth over the delicate skin of Jeongguk’s crashing, racing pulse.
You, he thinks as they stumble to the bed and manage to climb into it without ever letting go of each other, without ever breaking this endless kiss, Jeongguk on his back and Taehyung hovering over him, between his legs, pushing his hands up Jeongguk’s shirt, Can I—?, Yes.