~Lied To~

Chapter 3.5

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—Jin's POV—
I was screaming at everyone to get themselves ready, switching my gaze to them and the kitchen knives. I watched as Jimin leaves his room fumbled, Hoseok speeding around the house to find something which I may guess is his bucket hat, Namjoon heading to the living room drawer to take out another pair of glasses since he just broke the earlier one he just had, Yoongi preparing his sling bag, Jungkook probably still in his room trying to change and as for Taehyung... Taehyung. Oh what on Earth is he doing? I groaned as I made my way towards his room, planning to check out what he's trying to do. Whether he's finding something, changing or whatever. Probably broke something like his other latter. Intentionally forgetting to knock, I open the door to Taehyung's room. I was about to shout at him to hurry up with whatever he was doing until my words came to a stop.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my GOD.

I open the door only to see Taehyung with his shirt over his head, with him laying down on the bed. In such a position, you would know what I would be seeing. His stomach and chest were in view. My eyes went over every feature his upper part showed showed, how chubby his skin could look and may as well be fluffy when felt, his tone was milky-white, and how perfectly slim his waist has become. He looked... tasty.

Oh shit, what did I just say? Oh my god, I just cursed in my head! Gah, that's my dongsaeng for God's sake! What was I thinking? I came back to my thoughts as I realized I was still holding the door open. Luckily, Taehyung seemed to have stopped working as well which is odd. That alone gave me enough time to close the door before he can ever know who witnessed him in such a state. A state where parts of him were displayed, a state where his back was on the bed, a state where I have the chance to tower over him... OKAY I NEED TO STOP. This is wrong. We're both alphas, and plus I'm supposed to be his hyung. We can never be compatible no matter the features we both hold.

Maybe if he was an Omega, I'd change my mind.