Forget Me Not

Chapter Twenty-three

Reasonably, it should have been guarded,- and Jungkook's talking at least two over average wizards, kinda guarded. Especially if it was literally holding clues to erased history,- yet it hadn't been.

Instead, the seven boys cloaked themselves, slipped into the back half where all the employee files were stored,- actual pieces of paper covered in thick layers of dust, and locked the door.

They spread out, digging through drawers and filing cabinets to try and understand the organization, and he and Taehyung landed themselves in a secluded corner, the others blocked off by shelves.

"We're like," Tae shook a spider off his hand and onto the floor, "Spies or something. Like Ninjas."

"Spies and Ninjas would know what they're doing," Jungkook laughed. "And I have no clue what I'm doing."

"No but I do,- and you'd beat the shit out of anyone who tried to hurt us, so like,- we're two halves of a whole Ninja." he smiled widely, cheeks moving up as his mouth formed a boxy grin. He moved another file back before turning again, "I'm bored." he huffed, wrapping his arms around JK's neck.

"I don't know what you want me to do."

"Don't know." He hummed pulling closer, "I can think of a few things." One of his hands traveled down further, gripping Jungkook's hip.

Jungkook gulped at the proximity, subconsciously stepping a bit closer to Taehyung, hesitantly slipping a hand over his hyung's waist. Ever since the two had confessed? Talked? Conversed somewhat seriously? Whatever it was,- ever since then, Jungkook didn't initiate as much as he used to. It felt wrong to. Because now that the two were something more, he needed to make sure whatever it was he was doing was okay. Right now he didn't know what his limits were. So, In response to that, Taehyung started getting much more touchy, even if it were subtle. But Jungkook didn't know what he was doing. Especially when Taehyung did anything suggestive,- A.K.A., anything beyond innocent cuddling. Did Jungkook even have a first kiss? If he did, he couldn't remember. In terms of a romantic relationship, he was just as lost as Jimin.

"I love your hands." Tae purred, kicking a filing drawer closed, "Specially when they hold me like this." he moved his hand off Jungkook's torso and up to his hair, "How long till we can kiss?"

No words left Jungkook's mouth. It was just simply an incoherent sound that was some sort of cross between a 'Hng,' 'Ah,' and a moan.

"Oh~ I like that." Tae giggled, and they were supposed to be working. Yet when warm lips were pressed against Jungkook's jawline, nothing seemed less appealing than leaving this position, "You like that, bun?"

Oddly enough, this was one of the first times in a while that Jungkook was reminded that Taehyung was, in fact, his hyung.

He mustered up the ability to make a normal sound. "Mhm...,"

He felt the Gryffindor's hand move again, this time fingers tangling with the base of his hair, long strands falling over his nails. "What else do you like, Koo?"

"Not that question," his face turned bright red, even his ears heating up. He didn't like being asked that. It made him feel panicked. Embarrassed. Uncomfortable in the weirdest way.

Now Taehyung was pouting, hand moving yet again to push some hair out of his face and behind his ear, "Come on, tell me~ I wanna know how much fun we'll have."

"I don't want to talk about it," he looked away, pulling his hands away from Taehyung only to look back at the files he was previously going through. To him, the best way of not doing something is to avoid it.