SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

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Jungkook cocked his far-too-beautiful head to the side, as if appraising him.

Under his probing look, Taehyung squirmed uneasily. It seemed as if there was fire on his skin... heating him... burning him... admonishing him.

Prized cow, remember? Get to work on obtaining that bell!

Taehyung felt compelled to, but he wasn't sure, speak something? But what exactly?

He was socially awkward to begin with, and this.... This was completely out of his league. He could handle an email, but an actual interaction... not so much.

He meant, what was the proper etiquette in this case? Was this a situation that many people had encountered before?

What, do you believe you're the world's first 'intellectual' whore? Please, get a break! Taehyung's face flushed scarlet, likely to match the colour of his shirt.

Was this who he was going to be, the person he was going to create for himself? An 'intellectual' whore?

Was he better than a regular whore, or was he worse since he understood he shouldn't be humiliating himself like this in the first place, Ivy League education or not?

"That's a beautiful sight." Jungkook murmured quietly, as if almost to himself. He was still leaning against the screen door, having not turned away from him.

Taehyung looked puzzled at the comment.

Then he realised where they were. Cumberland Bay was directly behind them, and he had no choice but to agree with him – it was a spectacular sight.

Taehyung nodded slowly and cautiously. "It's breathtaking."

There. He spoke. He had said something.

Jungkook furrowed his forehead and tilted his head in the opposite way, capturing the last minute rays of the evening setting sun. He seemed... confused.

Jungkook took a cautious step towards him... and then another, and another, carefully observing his reaction until, all too soon, he was standing right in front of him.

Taehyung held his breath in nervous anticipation, unsure of what he was about to do... do with him... do to him.

Jungkook carefully lifted his right hand from the pocket of his fitted pants, not that the brunette had noticed them in the first place, and raised it up towards his face.

Taehyung had completely forgotten how to breathe. He could have turned blue and started shaking and no one would have noticed.

The only thing he could think about was his hand, which was getting closer and closer to his heating skin.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph... save him.

The backs of the older man's fingers lightly glided over his cheek with a short flick of his wrist. The younger felt his face flame once more as the delicate touch tickled... tingled.

Jungkook's response was a gentle, kind, even caring smile. And the next thing Taehyung knew, his face was bent down towards his, and he was taken off guard and nervous.

"I was referring to your blush, Taehyung. Not the scenery." Jungkook whispered, leaning in further.

Oh my God...

Oh my God...

Oh my God...

Jungkook's breath fanned across his face as he spoke, "And I must say." Taehyung felt woozy. "I think I'm rather partial to it." His lips made contact with his cheek, lightly and chastely kissing his skin.