Be My Only Sin (TAEKOOK 18+) Complete

Chapter 5

Now, there's a problem. A big, naked problem.

The arm that caught Taehyung's head is still cradling the wetness but the rest of JungKook is mostly on top of the very naked figure, chest against chest, a thigh between two.

The dark, soft eyes are right under his, staring up in surprise.

Taehyung blinks. And again.

Nothing happens, they just breathe into each other's breaths, eyes locked in what feels like an endless moment.

The trance that JungKook is in is broken by a small movement -Taehyung's tongue coming out to nervously lick at his plump lower lip, the small action wetting the pink cushion delightfully until it glistens like a cherry, ripe and ready for picking.

JungKook's breath falters.

"A-are you OK?" his voice is thick with something and he decides that wherever they are can't possibly be reality because he never blushes and he most definitely never stutters.

Taehyung nods but doesn't say anything, his eyes large dark pools of something between curiosity and terror.

JungKook reluctantly pulls his eyes back up from Taehyung's mouth and realises that the pink on Taehyung's cheeks is even deeper than it was when he was in the bath. This intrigues him and he really wants to give into the need to tease and taste.

Taehyung figures he's just confused because of the fall. Surely that has to be the only reason why he is feeling so out of breath right now, so hot despite the cold and wet of the tiled floor against his naked back.

Perhaps it's exactly the juxtaposition of the heat above him and the cold below him that has his body in such turmoil because Taehyung can't figure out why else he would feel so hot on the inside but has cool waves of prickliness running up and down his body... or why he feels like he can't even breathe.

A new feeling, like a discovery, a beginning of something, blooms inside Taehyung when he suddenly feels inexplicably naked and highly aware of it where before he never gave it a moment's thought.

...After all, angels' bodies are closer to plain vessels that carry their consciousness than anything else -which is pretty much exactly the opposite to what Taehyung is feeling right in this moment with the heavy hardness on him with the delightful smell wafting around him.

Right now, Taehyung is aware of his body more than he's aware of his mind.

In a move fast enough to startle Taehyung, JungKook climbs off him, throws the towel to cover his nakedness and yanks him up like a rag doll off the floor, leaving him confused and standing against JungKook.

Still not used to the feeling of another body against him, Taehyung doesn't move away because he's too busy observing his body and how it feels.

JungKook clears his throat and takes a step back instead, gently pushing Taehyung to move, one hand on the arm that is clutching the towel hanging down his middle, only just hiding the important bits, the other just on Taehyung's naked midriff. Despite pushing away, the hands remain on Taehyung as if glued on when they just stand and stare at one another like a pair of idiots.

It's beginning to dawn on Taehyung that there must be some sort of a human thing going on here that he really needs to get a hold of sooner rather than later before it becomes awkward because he can't seem to be able to fight this inexplicable need to stay in body contact with JungKook.