After getting diagnosed with a rare, terminal illness and being forced right out of his perfectly normal life, Jeon Jeongguk lost all his faith in living. Just six more months and he'll be dead. Gone. Forgotten. However, when a new hospital friendsh...
But that didn't last for long when he realized what was happening.
Taehyung's entire body was pressed against him, his bigger frame basically enveloping his with this newfound warmth. Jeongguk froze, feeling his palm cradling the back of his head while the other hand was gently yet firmly clutching his lower back. If he focused just a little over the throb of his heart, he could feel the heat of his finger tips digging into his hipbone.
"You good Jeon?" Fuck— since when was Taehyung this close? Jeongguk tried to lean away, eyes splayed wide hearing his husky voice against his ear.
He couldn't come up with a proper answer over the tangle of words twisting his tongue. Unfortunately, it was too late seeing that Taehyung was already turning around.
"Watch where you're fucking going, dude," Irritance rumbled in Taehyung's throat. He could feel his words vibrate against his chest. Jeongguk sucked in a sharp breath, eyes darting around frantically for an escape.
"Learn how to skate, shithead," The idiot that must've bumped into them called back. Taehyung simply rolled his eyes.
"Asshole," He muttered, turning back to where Jeongguk was tensed beneath him. There wasn't that much of a height difference, but there was no doubt that Taehyung was wider than him. Fuller, if that made sense.
"Seriously, are you alright? Are you hurt?" This time his voice softened, the gentleness of his words evoking a chill to ripple through Jeongguk's spine.
"I-I'm fine," Jeongguk said, dazed. He swallowed dryly, hoping Taehyung would understand how close they were. Like, every part of them matched up. Emphasis on the every.
He was close, so close he could feel Taehyung's nose brush faintly against his cheek, tickling him and making his own scrunch. Wait a second. Was this his heartbeat too? Jeongguk could feel it thrashing against his own, that he wasn't so sure which beat was his. He forced himself to look the other way, not daring to look Taehyung in the eye in this awkward position.
"Good," Taehyung murmured, ruffling his hair before pulling away. When the weight in Jeongguk's lungs finally lifted, he snuck a quick glance at the older boy, noticing that he was completely fine. What?
Taehyung rustled his hair with another smile. "Right. Well, I think we had enough skating for today, don't you think?"
Jeongguk blinked up at him, trying to process the entire situation. It didn't make sense how he was just so... unbothered.
"Yeah. Agreed." He cleared his throat, scratching the side of his neck gingerly. Taehyung nodded, and together they went out.
Maybe he was just overthinking this. Jeongguk chewed on his inner cheek as he joined Taehyung in returning their skates. Neither of them mentioned what happened earlier, which was probably for the best.
Taehyung even suggested getting food together, and in the brief exchange, their shoulders brushed, making Jeongguk flinch so hard Taehyung ended up getting really concerned. He apologized profusely, assuring him that they didn't need to go to the hospital at all— that he was fine.
He was fine. Yes, he was fine, and as he followed a little bit behind him to Taehyung's car (there was no way he was walking by his side), Jeongguk tried to shake off what happened earlier. There had to be a reason.
Am I just that badly touch-starved? He frowned, standing behind Taehyung as he fumbled around in his pocket for his keys. He stared hard the ground, tossing back forth a bunch of different reasons that weren't as embarrassing as that.
In no way was he going to admit he was one of those people, who haven't felt the touch of a woman in years. Hell, it was even worse because Taehyung wasn't a woman. He was a dude. With male genitalia. If he did have a vagina, that was okay too, but Jeongguk was pretty sure he had a dick.
Don't get him wrong though— Jeongguk wasn't homophobic. Sae was pretty good on keeping him educated about that when he was young. Plus he knew a couple people who were openly gay in the past, and they were just fine to him. But the thing was, he hadn't thought about his sexuality since high school.
Not like Taehyung was making him question anything. The only reason he was thinking about it was because that part of him was not in use for a long, long time. Wait. You know what— this wasn't helping his case at all.
"Hey Jeon," He flinched yet again when Taehyung lightly pushed his shoulder, but luckily this time he was able to recover without worrying him.
"You ready?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little, attempting to get Jeongguk to meet his eye but he just wasn't having it.
"Just unlock the door already," Jeongguk grumbled, tugging the handle to the back door right behind his seat.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow at him. Jeongguk tensed, lips folding into an awkward line. "You're not sitting at the front?"
"I wanna lie down," He lied through his teeth. He wasn't actually sick, but god, his head was kinda spinning.
"Alright. If you feel sick, we can always head back. Just let me know." He bit down on his inner cheek and nodded dumbly, hating how his stomach did that annoying twist-flip combo when Taehyung gently patted his shoulder.
Yep. Jeongguk exhaled in defeat as he clambered into the back seat, feeling Taehyung's wary gaze on him the whole time. I'm just that touch-starved.
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this was supposed to be a longer chap but i decided to break it up, so stay tuned (; love you guys <3
