Smoke Me.

Chapter 48: Sauce

When I woke up, V was eating instant ramen, watching Boku No Hero Academia.

I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. When my bladder demanded I stop pretending, I quietly got out of bed.

A paranoid part of me didn't let me go past the closet. That is why I made a quick stop to check the inside of the hidden pocket to make sure that the coke bag was still there.

Exhaled out of relief and...

"Good morning!" Taehyung exclaimed, slurping on a thick noddle.

I stared at his lips and felt my face heating up.

Immediately turned back around to look for something to change into.

"Morning," I grumbled.

"Did you sleep well?"
'This is not awkward at all! This is fine. Especially since he's never asked me that before. Ever!' I screamed in my head.
"Yes. You?" I casually played along.
"Best sleep I had in months."
"Great."
"Jungkook, are you being shy right now?"
"Why would I be shy?" I asked, trying to keep the volume constant and uncaring.
"For starters, you picked up a t-shirt, put it back. Picked up another one, and put it back. You want me to leave the room so you can change in peace?"
My lips parted and no thoughts joined them but a new feeling did. Like I was inside a cart swinging on top of a roller coaster drop, bracing myself.

I walked up to him, requesting: "Joint?"
He put it in my hand and I lit it up while he watched me take hit after hit.

And decided to change the subject.

"What day is it?"
"Sunday?"
"For sure?"
"About ninety percent." He said, grinning.

I smoked as much as I could while he slurped the rest of the noodles. And when the plastic container hit the desk, I went back to the closet and with my back to him, took the shirt off to prove that I was unaffected.

'I think my tolerance's dropped again, shit. No, don't panic. It's fine. It's just Tae. Yesterday has never happened. Yesterday will never happen again. It was a dream. A wet dream but a dream nonetheless. A hallucination after cutting that wom...'

I felt like I could faint.

Two long arms wrapped themselves around my naked frame.

"Aa...what are you doing?"
I asked anxiously before his head rested on my shoulder.

"Don't be shy."
"I'm not shy. I'm changing. Aren't I?"
"You're blushing."
"You're blushing!" I accused back.
"Don't be so defensive..."
"I am not defensive at all!" The high-pitched tone that came out didn't help my case.
"Jungkook, I won't do anything to you. Pinky promise."

'But...why?' I thought.

"I trust you." I lied.
"Unless you want me to."
"I don't."
"Because you've liked it or because you're afraid Namjoon will rip my head off?"
"..."

'Both. But with you, for some reason, I felt even worse after.' I thought.

Taehyung took his hands off me as I put on the biggest sweatshirt that I owned since I felt exposed in more ways than one after my skin was clothed only by the air of the room for a short moment.

'Isn't this sweatshirt Namjoon's?'

Sighed and decided I'll start to take my pants off only when V wasn't present from today onwards.

Taehyung went back to his chair and turned the anime back on again. Which made me think that he did stare at my naked back until now.

It was hard to believe that someone would do what he did yesterday and then act as if nothing's happened. No pushing around. Biting. Pulling. Or screaming.