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Of all the ways Jeongguk had imagined potentially coming to see Doyoon play, he hadn’t considered it would be after their breakup.
After Doyoon was caught with his tongue down a random girl’s throat at a party because he’d decided his secret boyfriend - Jeongguk - was no good for the image he was trying to build. But Jeongguk was much too desirable under the covers, of course, so there was no need to let go of him yet. Let him stay in the dark.
But Jeongguk wouldn’t have it that easy. Once he’d learned the truth - courtesy of his bestfriend and eyewitness, Park Jimin - he’d posted the most embarrassing videos of Doyoon he had on his phone, including the one where he was panting and begging to suck Jeongguk’s feet through his socks, only to get kicked in the face and proceed to giggle about it. That had been the most viral of all.
Jeongguk’s shitty ex would’ve been lucky, blessed, if he could stay in the dark. Too bad for him, everyone jeered in the face of the ridiculed jock. They were finally aware of his true nature which he was so ashamed of, but the real pathetic thing about him was being a cheating loser rather than a homosexual.
Besides, anyone who could bag Jeon Jeongguk had to have been the luckiest person on the campus, in the city, country, world - you name it. Doyoon had just succeeded by dumb luck because Jeongguk, who had never done anything with strings attached, accepted his amusing, incessant begging out of boredom.
To be cheated, humiliated by someone he wasn’t even that interested in perturbed Jeongguk more than learning his boyfriend had betrayed him. And now that Doyoon had lost the reputation he’d tried so hard to salvage, he wanted Jeongguk back because it was convenient.
Jeongguk could use that to his advantage.
“Please, doll, I’ll do anything. I’m so fucking sorry, I was scared and cornered. Just give me a chance.”
“Fine. For now I’ll only come to your next game. The rest, I’ll think about.”
Jeongguk had thought the rest through very thoroughly. His plans included Jimin, the kiss cam handled by him, and Doyoon’s bestfriend, Yunsik.
Unlike Doyoon, Yunsik wasn’t an athlete and wouldn’t be chasing a ball on the field. He’d agreed to sit beside Jeongguk for when the camera would pan on them. Jeongguk would make sure Doyoon saw his own bestfriend kiss the ex that had dumped him so publicly, in front of everyone whose opinion he so cared about.
Yunsik was timid and stupid, not unlike Doyoon - birds of a feather flocked together - and Jeongguk had offered to help with a chemistry concept he found particularly challenging. Contrary to what Jeongguk’s looks - piercings, tattoos and wild hair growing free till his nape - would suggest, he was actually a diligent student deeply tuned into their studies.
Grades, beauty, grace, popularity - he had it all.
And now, he was about to have his sweet revenge.
Yunsik shifted in his seat to Jeongguk’s right as the big screen focused on them. Jeongguk felt a smirk make its way to his lips which he tamed by pressing his lips together as he turned towards Yunsik for the kiss. His instinctual pout made it look like he had puckered his lips up in expectation, only to be met with Yunsik’s face scrunching up in feigned distaste.
Jeongguk’s confused frown disappeared as his mouth fell open in shock when Yunsik nudged him away with an attempt of a mocking smile. He looked like he was about to shit himself in nervousness, but he carried on veering away from the plan as it dawned on Jeongguk that Doyoon’s bestfriend had cheated him too.
To humiliate him. Again.
The fucking camera was fixed on them too instead of moving away. What the hell was Jimin doing back there?
Just as Yunsik was about to do his worst and pretend to fan away the smell of Jeongguk’s breath, a hand caught his before he could continue with the motion.
Confused, they both turned to the figure who had quietly appeared in front of them. Jeongguk recognised him.
“Kim Taehyung,” the boy introduced himself to Yunsik casually with an easy smile. “We haven’t met before.”
Yunsik gulped and shook hands. “H-hel-” he was yanked out of his seat with the force of Taehyung’s abrupt pull, stumbling like a limp animal as he lost balance and his spectacles flew off his face. The audience either laughed or got disgusted at him crouching and rummaging around for the pair on the row’s floor, accidentally groping some people’s feet. Like his bestfriend, he would soon be known as a feet-feeler.
Taehyung occupied Yunsik’s previous seat, turned towards a stunned Jeongguk. He smirked, “What’s up? Cat got your tongue, Kittykoo?”
Jeongguk scowled at the nickname Jimin’s annoying cousin had tormented him with forever. “What are you doing here,” he hissed. “Jimin told you my plan and you came to make it worse when the camera malfunctioned?”
Because of course, they were still on screen.
Laughing lightly, Taehyung tucked a stray strand of hair behind Jeongguk’s pierced ear. His thumb strayed to the corner of Jeongguk’s eyes, tracing the perfectly winged liner. “You look like this then wonder why I can’t stay away.” His gaze dropped to Jeongguk’s balmed lips. He leaned closer.
Taehyung smiled. “Is that strawberry?”
“Who even cares-”
Taehyung found out when he pulled Jeongguk into a quick kiss and the rest of his miffed complaints faded to a muffled sigh. Eyes closed, Jeongguk clutched Taehyung’s shirt in his fist and drew him closer to kiss back.
Jeongguk had given up on his hopeless crush on his bestfriend’s cousin when Taehyung moved away for some years. For him to return now, his sense of timing and dramatic entry was sure immaculate.
Taehyung leaned back with a lick of Jeongguk’s bottom lip right around the metal ring, the sensation making Jeongguk shiver in his seat. “I change my mind,” Taehyung breathed. “It’s peach, isn’t it?”
Jeongguk licked his lips where Taehyung had, dazed. “You should try again,” he whispered.
Wasting no time, Taehyung dove in again, this time roaming his eager tongue deep inside Jeongguk’s mouth and curling with his own. Jeongguk’s toes curled in rememberance that they might still have been on camera and everybody would be watching him make out with golden boy extraordinaire, Kim Taehyung.
Everybody including his fuming ex, but Jeongguk didn’t care about that right now.
He only cared about Taehyung’s hand drifting to his nape, long fingers tangling around his mullet as the other one found his waist. He fondled the curves of Jeongguk’s waist under the black denim jacket and over the white tank top, the touch searing even through cloth and Jeongguk was reduced to a mess of suppressed moans and shivers in his clutches as Taehyung bit his top lip gently.
Jeongguk sucked on Taehyung’s plush lower lip before pulling away for breath. Flushing in the scrutiny of Taehyung’s awed gaze and eyelids droopy with lust. He looked at the screen expecting to see himself in Taehyung’s arms when he realised intermission was over and the game had already resumed.
Yunsik was nowhere to be seen and Doyoon was out with some mysterious injury, though Jeongguk assumed that was just an excuse. The match wasn’t that serious and neither was Doyoon about sports, he only got swept up in it for clout. Jeongguk knew he’d much rather prefer to save himself the embarrassment of seeing his longtime, one-sided rival suck his best ex’s tongue in broad daylight.
Doyoon had always felt insecure of Taehyung, feeling outshined as Taehyung seemed to blaze as bright as the sun. That light had fallen upon Jeongguk and lit him up like the moon, even though Doyoon never realised that while dating. He’d simply assumed Jeongguk doesn’t like anyone romantically, and was now going to see how wrong he was.
“So?” Taehyung raised a brow, “You agree it’s strawberry or should we check some more?”
Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “Did you not just do that to save me the embarrassment?”
“What embarrassment?”
“You saw what Yunsik was doing.”
“I dont concern myself with the actions of fools,” Taehyung scoffed. “I came here for you.”
Jeongguk pouted, “Jimin didn’t tell you?”
“He did..,” Taehyung looked away. “I was gonna wait in your dorm before knowing that. What have you been up to while I was gone?” He stroked Jeongguk’s cheek, suddenly grinning. “Though it was hilarious hearing how you got back at him.”
Jeongguk raised his head proudly. “No one swindles me and gets away with it.”
“Right,” Taehyung laughed. “Poor idiot, he never even got to suck your toes for what it’s worth, huh?”
Jeongguk winked, “I was saving my foot virginity for you.” Taehyung blushed at the comment, speechless. His reaction made Jeongguk curious and playful as he inched closer, “What’s wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue,” he mocked. “Don’t tell me, you’re actually into fee-”
“Shut up.” Taehyung murmured and kissed Jeongguk again to make his words effective. Going by the silly childhood nickname - kittykoo - cat truly had got his tongue.