Play with me (play that game) chapter 1 - 2.7k

Summary (under review): Taehyung and Jungkook are roommates. But while they seem to get along during the day, at night, it's a different situation.

Taehyung is always studying, with his head stuck in his books and notes, Jungkook, meanwhile, puts a minimal effort into his studies and prefers to enjoy his time playing video games with his friends. Like water and oil (or fire, actually), their differences gets worse when the younger decides that the best time to scream like a crazy when he plays is in the early hours of the morning, interrupting the few hours Taehyung has to sleep.

And everything would be fine for Tae if Jungkook just yelled, but no, with him it can always be worse.


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Notes: This is the first chapter of my fic for the tk yintang fest. I'm still working on the whole story but I wanted to share with you the process and, if possible, you could give me advices or tell me how it is. I'm not a writer so I'm still learning a lot of this u_u

Thank you so much in advance and hope you like it!!

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Quiet days, Noisy Nights

The clock strikes eleven o'clock when Taehyung hears the beginning of his constant nightly torment for exactly three months now.

As the youngest among his siblings, Taehyung hardly knew throughout his life what a sense of owning something is. Most of his toys passed down to him from his siblings, the "new" clothes too. Even the room that at first seemed small because it housed three children of different ages, over time became more and more spacious until it felt empty, the day only Taehyung slept there, looking at the ceiling in the silent nights because he no longer had his older brother to joke all the time, about the nonsense that happened in the day, or tease his other brother for getting married and having a child only two months later.

It didn't matter that no one else was there to say that a part of those four walls was theirs, Taehyung never managed to feel that it was his room. Even if he painted the walls a different color, bought new furniture and put his name on the door.

It was not his.

"He's doing it again, Jimin. I already told him to keep the volume down but the little shit doesn't listen," that feeling remains even now that he moved out of his parent's house, living in a nice apartment an hour away from his college, with his own room full with his stuff. All because, oh, surprise, being an adult isn't that easy and paying rent with his part-time job salary when he's still studying turned out to be a crazy fantasy.

Half a month of trying and Taehyung already had a post offering to share the apartment with another person on fifteen different university forums.

"Don't you think you're just overreacting? Dude, you lived like, what, your whole life with your brothers and you never minded the noise. And that's a lot to say because we both know how loud they were," Taehyung huffs not wanting to agree with his friend because, yeah, he knows his brothers are loud as shit but there's something, something very annoying, about the noise his roommate makes, that only three months felt like real hell. "Maybe you are stressed out because of your classes”

"When am I not stressed out by my classes?"

"You're right, fine, maybe you just don't like him talking at night? You told me you guys get along well in general."

Taehyung leans forward resting his forehead against his desk, lightly crumpling the notes he's been working on since he returned from work. Damn, Professor Choi hates crumpled notes.

"Yeah, that's the problem, Chim," he cries dramatically through his phone's speaker —though he's not far from actually doing it, keep that in mind—. "Jungkook's not a bad roommate. He's clean, tidy, and pays more than half the rent since I told him I was getting a certain amount deducted from my salary for cutting my hours for my tutoring. He's perfect, really. But at night he just-"

"FUCK, YEAH, BABY, THAT'S RIGHT!"

Both friends remain silent, hearing that scream being followed by more screams, along with hard slams against different surfaces and the sound of Taehyung's roommate laughing like a maniac because, surely, he won a round of Overwatch with his friends again.

"Okay, he's a pain in the ass."

"And you haven't heard him yet when he's losing... God, I swear one day he might end up summoning Satan himself because of the way he curses."

Jimin laughs in amusement on the other side. "I'm impressed that a pretty boy like him actually has a dirty mouth like that."

Taehyung groans.

"Yeah, that doesn't help either, you know?" He gets up from his desk grabbing his phone to get the furthest he can from the door of his room. He knows Jungkook is probably immersed enough in his game with his friends to even notice that Taehyung is on a call with Jimin, but what he's about to say makes him a little nervous, wanting to be cautious just in case. "Two nights ago he was yelling about how much he'd like to have one of the other team sucking his ass and, I don't know why, that ended in moans and weird noises. I think they were just joking but..."

"But you and your thing for pretty boys got you hard as a rock."

The distressed moan that slips from Taehyung's mouth is confirmation enough.

"I want to fuck him so bad, Chim. You have no idea how hard is to see him every morning with his shirt off and wearing fucking shorts. Seems like he does that on purpose," the english lit student laments, running his hand through his matted hair. "One day my dick is going to fall off."

"Record it for me, it'll be fun to watch."

"Thank you so much for your concern, you're the best friend in the world."

"You're welcome, that's what I'm for," laughs his friend on the other side, yawning a second later. "I'm gonna sleep. It's late and I've classes with Mrs. Kang at 6 tomorrow."

Taehyung grimaces.

"Good luck with that. I heard she found out her husband was cheating on her with her neighbor."

"Yeah, no news there. I'd cheat on her too if fucking with her is as bad as her lessons. Buh, boring!”

"You're the worst."

"And still can get my dick wet."

Taehyung laughs at his friend's shamelessness and shakes his head, imagining Jimin's pretty cheeky grin as he says that without a hint of remorse. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Okay, okay, see you tomorrow then."

"Have a good rest."

"I'll try."

After hanging up, Taehyung puts his phone back on the desk and heads to the bathroom. The noise coming from Jungkook's room continues the same as it has since he called Jimin, not abating in the slightest, echoing throughout the walls of the apartment. A constant cacophony of screams, insults and, at times, obscene sounds that he now knows the younger simply makes because it happens to be a very effective way to provoke his opponents. Taehyung knows it's because of the fragile masculinity of all those jerks incapable of taking a joke without feeling it touches their balls the wrong way, but sometimes he fantasizes that it's because they feel as irritated as he does to have a pretty boy like Jungkook making such adorable, hot sounds.

Fuck, he's getting hard again.

Walking quickly to the bathroom, he closes the door with more force than necessary and pulls down his sweatpants carelessly, unaware that he's going to regret it later if what he's about to do messes them up. These are his favorite ones to sleep and he always makes sure to wash them with his most expensive fabric softener, but he's thinking like a horny pubert without measuring the consequences of his actions. He's not even methodical about it, just licks a quick stripe on his left palm and holds himself gently, giving a few quick strokes along the length to feel his cock get erect.

This is the part he's never told Jimin. The annoying —and embarrassing— part of his cohabitation with Jungkook, because there's no way in the world he'd confess to his best friend that his new daily activity is masturbating like an idiot while listening to his roommate play a fucking shooting game.

Could he be more pathetic? Jungkook doesn't even do much, he just screams and acts crazy most of the night, insulting anyone who annoys him —or not, sometimes it's just for fun—. But when he does that thing, that damn moaning thing, Taehyung loses it.

It's just hearing a slight hint of a soft whimper come from those pretty lips he longs to kiss into oblivion and Taehyung will be ready to have a mad round of handjobs.

On good days, just one will do. On bad days... the count can go up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the restrained groans echo in the dank bathroom space, sounding too loud in Taehyung's ears who has half his mind fretting over the possibility that Jungkook will at some point leave his room and decide to go to the bathroom as well, the other half concentrating on a well-crafted fantasy where his hand is actually his roommate's mouth giving him the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life.

Soon he is wetting his entire hand with pre-cum, slamming his hips against his fist with an uncontrolled pace. The heat grows in his belly and erodes at the base of his cock, tingling around its full length until it reaches the tip. He's so close and he's sure it hasn't been long.

"God, I'm peeing myself," he hears Jungkook say at some point, causing his movements to freeze suddenly with a pained groan escaping from his lips. "Hold on, guys, I'm going to the bathroom. Won't be long."

Maybe he shouldn't have thought too much about the possibility.

Seconds feel endless in Taehyung's mind as his senses focus entirely on Jungkook. The sound he makes as he gets up from his chair, the soft footsteps because he's surely wearing his white cotton socks, the long yawn that sounds closer and closer.

He hears everything, even the younger's surprise when he realizes that the bathroom is occupied.

"Uh, that's weird. I thought I'd be asleep by this time..."

Despite the situation, Taehyung takes a moment to adore with tenderness the mental image of the younger tilting his head in confusion, thinking whether to knock or wait, always shy about such silly things of living together. Even with his tough exterior —and his spoiled baby face— Jungkook is a sweet and fearful boy, too afraid to make a mistake that might upset others. Which is ironic considering how loud he can be when playing and how profanities leaves his lips like air enters his lungs.

Taehyung must admit that it's partly his fault for being so permissive.

"Hyung? Y-you're in?" The older can notice the hesitation mixed with anxiety in Jungkook's tone, trying to be patient but not quite succeeding. All polite until he can't anymore. "U-um... are you going to be long? I really n-need to pee..."

Taehyung has in mind to stop, be good to the younger, letting him in to relieve himself quietly and then leaving him alone again to continue his intimate moment. But then he thinks about the hell he went through for three months since Jungkook started playing at night, ignoring all the times he asked, ordered and even begged him to turn down the volume, and suddenly he feels a little vindictive.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," he says quietly to himself, smiling just imagining the reaction his roommate will have as he begins to move his hips again against his fist, fucking the ring his cock slides deliciously through. It doesn't take him long to reach a disinterested state again, panting hard with each thrust as he feels the heat slowly build up in his belly.

At first nothing happens, it's just Taehyung jerking off in the bathroom while Jungkook waits as patiently as possible outside. But then, as a cheeky groan escapes the older's lips as he brushes his finger against his frenulum, there's a change. From the other side of the door a loud, surprised gasp is heard, followed by footsteps that seem to be moving just a little away. Taehyung thinks about checking to see if the younger has left but is overcome by horniness and his desire to cum completely, opting to continue touching his member with both hands, fucking his left fist while his right palm quickly caresses the tip.

The heat in his belly becomes unbearable, melting everything in its path, his cock ready to spill it all on the bathroom tiles and make the worst possible mess. He doesn't even care at this point if later Jungkook has to go in there, it's not like the younger doesn't masturbate too or might realize that Taehyung's jerks off material is his voice.

"Oh fuck, so good," he moans loudly, shamelessly, stroking his fingertip up the slit of his head, getting hotter just from hearing his own dirty noises. On the other side of the door, a curse is heard followed by hurried footsteps moving away and then a door slamming shut. Taehyung can't help but laugh in amusement, letting out his groans no longer caring about anything, wanting to annoy the younger as much as he annoys him.

It doesn't take him long to get there, just a couple more swears and a slam echoes throughout the apartment.

"Taehyung, damn it, keep it down!"

The older wants to tease Jungkook, maybe tell him something witty that will leave him with his mouth shut, but he chooses his roommate's favorite tactic to tease others. He jerks hard, moaning about how good it feels to touch himself and ignores all the cursing he hears coming from the younger's room, enjoying his own pleasure. Even when he comes, staining the entire toilet —God willing the stains won't be hard to clean up afterwards— he makes sure to be particularly loud and dramatic, maybe even exaggerated, because he's not particularly vocal during sex but it's not something Jungkook knows about.

He curses at the good job done by his hand and leans against the door, this time cursing his foolish horniness because, indeed, it's not just the toilet that ended up stained. He'll have to buy new pants. Then he gives a few last strokes to his member, getting softer and softer, until he squeezes it all out, taking a moment to calm down, breathing shakily in the small space with his eyes closed and his hands wet.

No more grumbling or cursing is heard from Jungkook's room and, for Taehyung, that counts as a victory.

He strips to take a quick shower, wiping off any sticky traces that might be left and calmly walks out after taking care of his little mess. Out the bathroom he doesn't pass Jungkook but stares at the door in front of his own room, with the little Ironman sticker holding a name neatly written on a sticky note.

Did hearing him masturbate really affect the younger that much?

"Well, at least that keeps him quiet," he chuckles dismissing the situation, grateful to have a quiet dawn for the first time in a while.

He walks over to his desk to check the time, a little surprised to see that it's almost one o'clock already. He has early classes with Mr. Choi tomorrow, he didn't finish his work and doesn't really feel like he can do any more after releasing all his stress from the week in a good handjob. He's just too tired.

Sighing, he decides to let future Taehyung be the one to worry about such things and dresses in just boxers to go to sleep, moaning in relief when he finally touches his bed.

"Are you serious?!"

His eyes snap open when he hears the scream and he looks in the direction of the younger's room, confused.

What?

The silence is again as it was a few moments ago, confusing Taehyung even more. Did he imagine it? But he's sure that was Jungkook's voice.

Curious, he moans again as he did before, but much weaker, lower, wanting to confirm his suspicions. From the other side it doesn't take long to hear cursing and stomping that almost makes Taehyung fall off the bed for holding back laughter. Apparently someone is finally understanding his suffering.

"Oh, Jungkookie, you've given me the best of treasures."

Well, it's time for revenge.


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