Switch the Rewritten || taekook (ON HOLD)

15. Virtual Buddies ✯

"Jungkook! Come on we're leaving!" The younger's mother called for him.

With that we unattached our lips, our breaths fanning each other delicately. I whined in a displease, "You're leaving?"

"Looks like it," He says as he tickles my waste and not failing to put on a smirk. "What? Want me to stay longer?"

"I never said that," I spat.

He hummed before giving me one last peck on my lips. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, bye."

I rolled my eyes, giving a petty wave as I watched him leave the bedroom. I stretched my limps on the bed, my thoughts wandering wildly. From his gentle touches to his sweaty body beneath me— the lewd scenarios were just so divine.

With that lustful image in mind, I jumped.

Looking down at the wet stain on my bed sheets, I sighed in relief seeing how I hadn't touched the area. I grumbled as I pulled the sheets out, throwing them into the laundry and cleaning the overall bed. Along with this chore, I couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook— his moans were heavenly, so erected.

Never have I slept with someone as good as him.

Taehyung what are you thinking! He's a boy! I internally scolded myself, lying on my sheet-less bed and groaning into my hands. His touch still lingered, his lips on mine— it was so unfair.

With a huff, I whipped out my phone to distract me. That didn't work out, as my thoughts trailed in a different area, one where I've been attempting to avoid.

What's Jungkook's number?

I sighed once again. Before I could comprehend what my fingers were doing, they already pressed on the call button to a friend of mine.

After a few rings, the call was declined by the other line.

"Not this again," I muttered as I started the call again.

After more ringing, the other line finally picked up: "What do you want."

"Hyung, no need to be so rude," I responses solemnly.

"Well you just woke me up from a good sleep, now what is it?"

"Yeah I figured that's why you didn't answer my call the first time," I scratched the back of my head, preparing to ask a question in mind. "So, I was wondering. . . if you uh— you know. . ."

"Spit it out already," Yoongi impatiently said.

"Okay okay, do you have Jungkook's number?"

"Jungkook's number?" The older restated my question. "I do, why?"

"Uh, could you send it to me?"

"Why?"

"Yoongi-hyung, please?"

"Thought you hated Jungkook, I find it weird that you're asking for it. Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"He already left."

"He was at your house?"

I was hesitant in my answer, "Yeah. . ."

He hummed on the other line. "Well, I don't like giving out people's numbers without their consent. Its a violation, Taehyung."

"C'mon Yoongi-hyung, please? My bro? My best friend? My best man?"

"I will hang up on you."

I sighed, "Is there any way?"

"Well," Yoongi was interrupted by a yawn. "You can always ask Jimin, if he allows it then you can have Jungkook's number."

"Are you being serious?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "You know damn well he hates me."