"Where are we going?" Taehyung asked, as him and Jeongguk walked into a neighborhood the blond has never been in before. "Are we going to your house?"

Jeongguk tensed and hesitantly nodded. Well, they're going to the house he has been kicked out off by his own parents, the house he once called home. He had the keys with him, his parents are working, so there was nothing to worry about as long as they leave before they come back.

Because Jeongguk had a plan. "I want to show you something."

Taehyung smiled by that, getting a little excited. Firstly, because he was curious about what Jeongguk was going to show him, secondly, because he wonders how the Jeons' new home looked like.

Soon they reached a simple white house. Taehyung couldn't help but compare it to their old one, that in his eyes was prettier. He kept this to himself though.

Jeongguk unlocked the entrance door and to be sure he quickly checked for noises. Hearing none, he opened the door. "Welcome," he said with a smile to Taehyung, one that couldn't be more fake, as he let the boy he loved into a place both actually weren't welcome in.

Taehyung hesitated, remembering what Jeongguk told him about his parents not liking him. "Are you sure your parents—

"I don't care," Jeongguk said reassuringly, reaching out to take Taehyung's hand in his. "They're not here. Come in."

Taehyung did as Jeongguk said, feeling warm by the touch on his hand. While Jeongguk led them through the house, Taehyung looked around, not used to the new structure of this house. He still sees him and Jeongguk running around in the old house of the Jeons.

Soon they walked down a few stairs, Taehyung understood they were walking down to the basement. They stopped in front of a wooden door. "It's here," the older told, pulling the door handle down and revealing a room Taehyung could've expected but in this case didn't.

"Wow.." He looked around the small working room, wooden shelfs with finished pottery everywhere— mugs, plates, vases, even sculptures. Fascinated, Taehyung took steps into the room, looking around, especially when he came around the sculptures. He smiled lovingly at Jeongguk. "You really improved.."

The spoken-to male hummed and closed the door behind him as he entered. "I had a lot of free time."

"These are beautiful, Gguk.." Having grown up with Jeongguk doing pottery, Taehyung knew which ones of them were completely dried and finished, so he carefully took one that caught his eyes in his hands. "G-Dragon?"

Jeongguk chuckled. "The legend himself."

Taehyung gawked at it. "I knew you would be able to do this someday. There's literally nothing you can't do."

"Don't say that. There's a lot I can't do."

Taehyung scoffed and put the small sculpture back. He raised an eyebrow at Jeongguk. "And that is?"

Jeongguk slowly took steps towards the blond. "Taking my eyes off you, for example."

Taehyung blushed instantly, turning away from the ravenette, pretending to be occupied with the other clay work. "Don't be like this."

A chuckle emitted Jeongguk's lips, as he let it drop. "Do you wanna try it again?"

Taehyung looked at him surprised. "Clay work? Just so you know, everything you've taught me before has probably gone lost again," he laughed, which made Jeongguk smile. "Don't worry, I'll guide you. You can't do anything wrong trying to make a simple vase."

Taehyung shrugged. "We can only find that out if I try."

"Okay, let me give you an apron." He pulled a dark blue one out of the cupboard under his working table and handed it to the younger who smiled gratefully, then put one on himself.

And while Jeongguk did it so quick and smoothly, Taehyung struggled with it, letting out an embarrassed laughter. "Can you.. help me?"

Jeongguk laughed too, as he walked to him and helped him stick his arms into the right holes. "Turn around," he then instructed and Taehyung did as the older said, feeling how Jeongguk tied the cords behind his back. For no reason at all, Taehyung found himself blushing by the act, quite liking the way Jeongguk's fingers brushed against his back.

"Now, sit down." Taehyung almost swooned when Jeongguk didn't let go of his back, but placed his palm flat on it to guide him to the table, making him sit down on the chair. He took a shallow breath to calm his heart rate down.

Next, Jeongguk placed the ceramic pottery wheel on the table, brushing off the remains from past work and then placed a new bar of clay on it.

Taehyung looked at it, then to Jeongguk. "Can't you just make something and I'll watch?"

Jeongguk chuckled. "No giving up before even starting. I'll help you." He walked to stand behind Taehyung, leaning froward to place his hands on top of the younger's. Taehyung melted by the closeness.

"You wanted this from the start, didn't you?" He laughed and Jeongguk smirked, intertwining their fingers. "If you have something against me showing you how to do pottery, then tell me."

This made Taehyung quiet down and he shook his head lightly, signaling Jeongguk to continue. "Okay, first of all.." Jeongguk guided their hands, dipping them into a bucket of water. The water is needed to make the clay formable, Taehyung still remembers that.

Taehyung barely paid attention to the clay though, his mind was blank as he watched his and Jeongguk's hands intertwined, gliding over the wet clay. "Now you turn the pottery wheel on and I start forming."

Following that instruction, Taehyung pressed the knob which would make the wheel rotate. When it did so, Jeongguk instantly got to work, pressing two of his fingers into the center of the clay, then pulling them back slowly, at the same time using his other hand to hold onto it, in order to create the form of a mug.

When they were younger, Taehyung had been so fascinated over how the clay formed so easily in the hands of Jeongguk. Now he was fascinated over how attractive Jeongguk's hands looked doing these gliding movements.

Taehyung gulped, quickly shaking inappropriate thoughts off.

"Put your hands back to mine," Jeongguk then ordered and Taehyung could swear the raven haired was now even closer to him than he used to be, his breath fanning right against the blond's ear.

Taehyung slowly moved his hands back to the clay, that by now had the form of a mug, although it was an uneven and unstable one. Jeongguk then grabbed his hands, placing them under his own, so that Taehyung's palms touched the wet clay, feeling it rotate through his touch. He didn't care that Jeongguk's and his hands were now covered in wet clay, he knew it belonged to pottery, what he cared about was how it felt. Jeongguk's firm grip is going to be the death of him someday.

"I-I think I got it now," Taehyung mumbled, not knowing if he would be able to continue if it went on like this.

"You sure?" Jeongguk asked, his voice so deep and so damn close to his ear.

Taehyung hummed, nodding his head, to which Jeongguk then slowly moved his hands away, straightening his back to not be bend over Taehyung anymore. Still, he was standing really close and Taehyung was so aware of it.

Taehyung felt nervous under Jeongguk's gaze, but he still kept going, knowing one wrong move can cause the whole wet clay to spill over the whole room. "How do I increase the height of the vase again?" Taehyung questioned, because his vase hadn't even reached the height of a wine glass yet.

Jeongguk smiled fondly by the questioned. "You stick two fingers into the center and keep your thumb out, as if your pinching it. Then just move them up, as if you're pulling on it."

Taehyung did as instructed, smiling proudly at himself when he got it. "It works."

"Yes," Jeongguk chuckled, "You're doing great, baby."

Taehyung's heart flipped, as his whole body froze for a second and he lost focus, his hands slipping away from the clay, the spinning pottery wheel now causing all the wet clay to spill all around the room and table, a squeal leaving his lips.

Jeongguk was quick to react and pressed the button to turn it off, the rotation stopping.

Taehyung looked to the crushed clay on the wheel, then to his dirtied hands and clothes and then to Jeongguk, who looked at him, too.

And suddenly they both began laughing.

"You're so clumsy," Jeongguk laughed and Taehyung held back to comment that it was the nickname's fault that his hands slipped in the first place.

"Pottery isn't for me, I guess," the blond giggled.

Jeongguk cleaned his hands and then got a wet towel, handing it to Taehyung. "You should clean your clothes."

Taehyung thanked him and began wiping his hands on the fabric, then wiped it over the spots of clay that hit his clothes and weren't shielded by the apron. When done, he placed the towel on the table, his eyes falling on the supposed to be vase. "And what do we do with that now?" The view made him laugh again.

"It's okay, I also fail," Jeongguk admitted, although Taehyung was sure the word "fail" or "failure" doesn't even stand in the ravenette's vocabulary.

A short silence followed when their laughters died down, a silence Taehyung welcomed with open arms as it was just too comfortable. That until he felt Jeongguk looking right at him and he looked up to the taller male too, tilting his head a little to the side in wonder. "Is there something?"

Softly shaking his head, Jeongguk stepped closer to him, reaching a hand out to place it on the blond's cheek, wiping his thumb over it. "You had a little clay here.."

Taehyung's cheeks turned burning hot, when Jeongguk didn't remove his hand after that but kept it there, his eyes wandering from the the spot he just wiped on the younger's cheek right to his eyes. His gaze held something Taehyung couldn't quite identify, what he knew though was that it entailed a force that created a burning desire to be closer to him. As close as possible.

Heat shoot to Taehyung's cheeks, through his whole body, when Jeongguk inched closer, now being right in front of him, really close.

"Thank you for today," Jeongguk whispered, his breath fanning against Taehyung's lips, clouding his mind.

"For what?" He muttered, gulping as he fought against his own desires of kissing Jeongguk.

"For being here with me..." Jeongguk moved his hand to cup Taehyung's chin, making him look straight up to him. "For letting me near you.."

Taehyung gulped once again, his heart beating in his throat, as he waited for Jeongguk to do something.

And he did, in the next moment Taehyung felt Jeongguk's lips on his, his heart combusting and his head spinning. It was a soft press first, where Jeongguk waited for a reaction of the younger, to know if he wanted to continue or not.

Taehyung definitely wanted to continue. He kissed back, hooking his arms around Jeongguk's neck, pressing his body flush against his. As close as possible.

What was a lovely kiss, turned more eager when Jeongguk tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss, both boys getting consumed by the taste of each other and the desire of never stopping, of never letting go, of never leaving again.

A soft, pleased sound left Taehyung once, a smirk forming on Jeongguk's lips by that, not being able to hide how proud he felt by hearing Taehyung making sounds like this because of him.

"Gguk.." the blond breathed out after a few more seconds, he stopped to catch some breath, his face flushed, lips swollen, eyes filled with bliss.

"What is, hmm?" The ravenette questioned with a light smirk, placing his forehead against the of the younger.

Taehyung just shook his head, a smile now on his lips, too. He leaned up to reconnect their lips again, the act being welcomed wholeheartedly by Jeongguk, who couldn't help but smile too.

This was pure happiness.

Jeongguk abruptly lifted Taehyung up by his waist to make him sit on the table, while he stood between his legs, the kiss not being disturbed, their lips staying glued to each other.

For a moment everything was forgotten, everything in the past, Jeongguk's parents, where they were right now. Things were about to get even more heated when Jeongguk let go of the blond's lips, to trail them down the skin of his neck.

But then—

They heard key's dangling and immediately cut off from each other, Jeongguk's chest filling panic. "Your parents are home?" Taehyung asked.

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