Chemistry - taekook

chapter 2

There’s a handful of things Taehyung knows about Jeon Jungkook. He’s uptight, he’s a know it all and a bit rude about it, he’s the fastest man alive, he gets embarrassed easier than anyone Taehyung has ever met, and he’s really fucking hot.

Even though Jungkook’s a member of the Flat Ass Society, the jeans he wears are so thin and so tight that Taehyung can see every muscle in his legs. Including the ones that bulge in his ass cheeks when he walks. And his thighs? They’re like brick houses, two brick houses beside each other and Taehyung wants to live in them.

Taehyung feels honored by the invitation to stare at his ass, though the comment had thrown him off. He wasn’t expecting Jungkook to say something like that.

Nor was he expecting the invitation to keep dancing. Taehyung wanted to talk alone some more, to keep making Jungkook flush, to try to get the stick out of his ass.

Because despite what Jungkook says, there’s definitely one up there.

The music is fast, pumping through the room and Taehyung’s veins. He feels a little breathless as he moves his body to it, but light and hot at the same time. Jungkook seems to move to it effortlessly, his eyes closed and neck arching back like he’s desperate for the cool air that sit on top of the dance floor.

Taehyung grips Jungkook’s hip, pulling him close so he doesn’t lose him when he closes his eyes too. He lied earlier; this is his favorite part of partying.

The buzz inside of him, strong enough for him to feel nothing but the music and the heat of Jungkook’s body against him, but not too strong to make him sloppy. The pounding of his heart, which he isn’t sure is because of the dancing or the way Jungkook’s arm curls around the back of his neck.

Taehyung blinks his eyes open, grinning around a teasing comment but he stops when he sees Jungkook.

The dude’s lit, eyes half open and his grin like a creepy old man making a perverted joke.

Fuck. Yoongi’s going to tear his life into pieces.

“Jeon,” Taehyung says over the music, grabbing Jungkook’s chin to lift his head. His eyes are unfocused for a moment before they land on Taehyung.

The arm around his neck tightens and Jungkook’s body presses into his more.

Maybe Taehyung shouldn’t have gotten him his last drink before dragging him back to the dance floor. He hadn’t even seemed tipsy at all, his body too taut to be so.

But the alcohol has clearly caught up to him now.

“The baby is drunk,” Taehyung laughs, trying to remain cool but Yoongi is definitely going to kill him.

He prays to the creators of Mario Kart or whatever other gods are out there that Yoongi is completely occupied as he tries to lead Jungkook from the dance floor.

At least Jungkook can walk properly, Taehyung thinks. He doesn’t stumble too much and he seems more alert outside of the dance floor, but his face is burning red and his words slur too much to be sober.

“Hot,” Jungkook complains as Taehyung guides him into the kitchen after making sure it’s Yoongi free. “I’m so hot.”

“I’m well aware,” Taehyung teases.

Jungkook is cute as his face crumples in complaint, lips pouting out. Cute, until he hangs his head back and grabs the bottom of his sweat soaked shirt to pull it off.

Super fuck.

His torso is just as red as his face, just as sweaty. Taehyung grabs his elbow, dragging him towards the sink.