SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

13

"M'kay... where am I sleeping?"

With a final kiss to his head, Jungkook began sliding their bodies towards the edge of the sofa. "You, my beautiful Mr. Kim, are in the bedroom."

Taehyung ignored the compliment and tried his best to squash down a snort.

"Where are you sleeping?" Taehyung could not help the anxiety that crept its way forwards and shot straight into his voice. Jungkook had said he would have his own room, but there was only one. Did that mean...?

"Relax," Jungkook hushed, giving me a reassuring squeeze. "I won't be sleeping. I have a lot of work to catch up on for tomorrow, so I'll be in here. Just shout if you need anything though, alright?"

"Alright," Taehyung agreed, his nerves somewhat pacified.

Taehyung started to move from Jungkook's lap, but he clung on to him. Confused, he looked up into his sparkling emeralds and saw... unease.

"Jungkook?"

Jungkook looked... nervous. Nervous, but... wanting.

Licking his lips – lovely, full lips – stop it Taehyung! – he took a deep breath.

"Can I kiss you, Taehyung?"

Can he what?

Taehyung felt his breath catch.

Oh my.

Kiss Jungkook? Jungkook, the beautiful, older man before him? Kiss him... properly?

Did he want to?

Was it a test of some sort? If he failed, would that mean he didn't want to proceed with any kind of arrangement?

Oh Lord, he didn't know what to do!

Taehyung felt those should-be-illegal thighs of his shift beneath him; his fingers danced their way up his side repeatedly before settling on his hips, gripping him lightly.

"Trust me?" Jungkook murmured, inching closer towards his face, his eyes trained hungrily on his mouth.

Man alive. What was this feeling? Taehyung's entire body felt as though it was pulsing... beating... thrumming. He could feel the heat from his body radiating in waves, gravitating towards his own and mixing into one whirling, fiery inferno.

Taehyung's traitorous body began leaning towards him, being pulled in – by him, by his spell.

An orchestra suddenly began belting out the chords to 'I Put a Spell on You' by Nina Simone in his head.

Taehyung's anxiety was crippling, screaming at him not to mess this up – not helped in the least by the powerful notes free-flowing through his inner mind. Thank you Nina – way to have a boy's back.

Taehyung felt his breathing spike, his shoulders lifted in rapid succession as the anticipation of watching Jungkook's lips closing in on his own became maddeningly intense.

Taehyung's brain fled. His subconscious was left shell shocked, staring wide eyed and not blinking at the scene about to take place. One half of his body was re-enacting the part of the poor boy who always gets killed off at the beginning of most horror films, screaming uselessly and running away, whilst waving his hands about in the air. The other half seemed to have taken up the part of Hussy the cheerleader, rustling the pompoms about eagerly whilst doing somersaults and shouting out in glee.

Taehyung was a mess.

Pucker up Jeon; you are in for a real treat...

Taehyung's claim to fame – hyperventilating with wild, uncensored bloody panic as he kissed Jeon Jungkook. Would he ever live that down?