An old friend agrees to help make your crush jealous...but what are his motives?
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"Wait. Don't tell me. You like Taehyu-mmphm"
"Shhh!" You slap your hand over his mouth, pushing him back against the wall. "Will you shut up??"
"Well if you wanted...
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It's been two weeks since your rather eventful weekend, and you haven't seen or heard from Jimin.
It's not like you have a reason to worry. He's not obligated to tell you where he is or what he's doing.
And Taehyung is such a sweetheart. He's everything you've ever hoped for in a boyfriend, though neither of you have dared to put labels on your relationship yet in fear of transitioning too fast.
He takes you on dates. He walks you to class. He sits with you even when you're doing nothing, satisfied with the notion of just existing together in the same room. You're convinced you can't be happier than this.
Nevertheless, you worry.
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Taehyung is seated on the couch in your living room, with a mouthful of sushi in his mouth, and your legs draped over his lap, as the two of you watch the Grammy's award show in excitement, waiting to hear your faves receive an award.
His unassuming fingers drum light rhythms on your leg, making you feel things you shouldn't.
"Those pathetic fucks have no taste!" He tosses his chopsticks on the table, upset by the academy's obvious ignorance toward significant talent and influence.
You attempt to stifle your giggle by stuffing another piece of sushi in your mouth. He gets way too emotionally invested in these things. You wish he didn't care so much.
"And what are you laughing at, huh?" He pokes his tongue on the inside of his cheek, a hint of amusement in his smile as he turns your way.
He looks so goddamn attractive.
"Mmm-mm," you close your mouth, cheeks still stuffed with sushi, and shake your head to deny his accusation.
Carefully thinking over his next move, he skims his finger playfully down your leg, leaving behind a trail of questionable desire.
Is he doing this on purpose?
Your eyes widen from the ticklish sensation, but watch him cautiously, sensing the mischief in his smile.
"I like the sound of your laughter though..." The corners of his mouth raise into a smirk, and before you can object, he's got his fingers dancing under your feet, tickling you relentlessly.
"Ahh Tae no!! Please! Ahh!" You writhe and kick, laughter spilling out of you as he watches in utter amusement.
"There it is. That beautiful laugh." His boxy smile appears and you're left completely defenseless against him, as he turns his attention to what he knows is your most sensitive spot—your belly.
"I could listen to it forever and never get tired." His fingers continue on their tickling rampage over either side of your waist, as your body squirms beneath him, and you grab aimlessly to try to stop him.
