Hide & Seek ➤ Taekook/Vkook

Chapter 10

𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅
𝑨𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕
𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏’ 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉
𝑵𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅

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Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

With those serene white clothes and gorgeous brown eyes...the mesmerising black hair and the tempting curly strands...the beautiful smile and those tantalising pretty lips...

Though Jungkook's eyes were blankly fixated on the TV screen in front of himself, you couldn’t tell if he was at all watching the movie that his mum had kept on. He was in his own private theatre hall situated in his dumb head and managed by his obstinate mind, where (at least for today) the only showcase was of the queer yet unforgettable dream he had had last night and it went on over and over and over again.

He wanted it to stop, cursing himself out in his mind saying that it was disturbing and absolutely uncalled for coming from a guy who was in a heterosexual relationship, that simply put– it was gay, but he couldn’t be successful. It didn't stop.

Goddamn it, why didn't he have any work in hand today? Namjoon could have called them to practise before the day of the concert too. Didn’t Hoseok have things that he needed them to work on before hitting the stage tomorrow? Taehyung had gone out somewhere as well. "Gotta buy some stuff," he had said. Whatever, it was not like Jungkook would have interacted with him if he had been home anyway. He would've tried his best to ignore the guy. But still...It was ridiculous how even Taehyung wasn't as jobless as him right now.

It was uncommon for him to feel such a profound sense of ennui from lack of work since he always looked for free time out of his hectic schedule– studies, uni, practice, his friends and family, Lisa...etc etc, but now that he was granted a rare day of leisure, he suddenly was too free to stop his brain from running wild. Talk about an idle mind being the devil's workshop!

He had taken showers twice in three hours to cool himself down, had tried playing games for two hours at a stretch which had, for the first time, seemed boring, had scrolled through the band's Instagram feed and his own Twitter timeline maybe fifty times. Nothing! Fucking! Helped! No matter how much he tried to engage himself in something to keep his mind off of this insanity, the dream kept flashing up in his brain and dragging him to a world where only Taehyung existed.

At this point, he was ready to do anything to stop thinking about the dream and Taehyung, even if it meant helping his mum in her garden-work which he usually didn't prefer doing. But unfortunately, she, too, had all the work done for the day and was enjoying a lazy afternoon movie session, lying peacefully on the couch in their living room. He lingered around her though, hoping at least the movie would be a good distraction, but nope. Before getting lost in his thoughts (AGAIN!), he had been downright judging the male lead. Nah! The guy didn't look even half as beautiful as Taehyung in his dream.

The guy didn't have those serene white clothes and gorgeous brown eyes...the mesmerising black hair and the tempting curly strands...the beautiful smile and those tantalising pretty lips...

"JUNGKOOK!"

He snapped out of his thoughts with a jolt when he heard his mum loudly call his name. He turned his head to his right and found her looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips.

"Jesus, where did you get lost? I called you like three times!" She complained, sounding a little annoyed and concerned at the same time, "Pick up your phone! It's been ringing."