SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

15

Cumberland Island was stunning, and it captured Taehyung's attention wholeheartedly as he stood and admired the view from the balcony. It was just breathtaking. He felt... enraptured.

But when he felt two, strong, well toned arms wrap their way around his torso... he froze.

Taehyung's grip on the glass balustrade tightened, and he found his inner voice having to lecture him on the art of relaxing yet again.

Taehyung had been hearing a lot from his "inner voice" this morning.

It had gone from understanding and breezy, to high pitched and demanding, to now wanting to throw its copy of 'Overcoming Anxiety for Dummies, UK Edition' straight at him.

They had already torn through the American edition – mostly during his shower, and his inner voice was fast losing patience with him.

Taehyung couldn't help it.

It disagreed.

Taehyung wanted it to shut up and leave him be.

His inner voice put on its camo gear, adjusted its hardhat and gave him a 'drill sergeant, no nonsense' glare.

Inner was 'in it' for good.

Gah!

If Jungkook felt his start, he gave no indication of it. Instead, his chin came to rest on top of his head, and his arms tightened around him.

Cheerleader Hussy revelled in the feeling of Jungkook behind him, radiating warmth, his chest hard and pressed firmly against his back, the general tingle of merely being wrapped up within him swishing and swashing through his veins.

He smelled clean and fresh from his shower... smelled like him. It was heady.

Taehyung's poor, screaming would-be murder victim other side of his inner voice however, was a blubbering, shaking mess, all drenched in sweat and curled up foetal style.

Inner was siding with Hussy.

They were as thick as thieves. Bullies. No doubt Inner would start coaching Hussy's cheer squad as a marked sign of brotherhood.

It's not that Taehyung meant to be deliberately awkward; in fact, he thought he was getting better.

Taehyung found that if he was facing Jungkook and he could see him coming towards him in an... affectionate manner, he could at least... prepare himself.

But the times where Jungkook came at from behind and he was stood, or sat, unknowing and unaware of his intent, well, that's when Taehyung became 'Taehyung the Terrified Statue'.

And suffice to say, Jungkook had taken him by surprise quite a few times this morning.

It was becoming wholly apparent that Jungkook was an extremely affectionate being.

It was almost as if he needed it... craved it... revelled in it.

And the tragically amusing thing about that was how... uncomfortable Taehyung was with the notion.

Jungkook could not have picked a less attentive person to lavish his charms upon.

Ever since he had woken up this morning and joined him for breakfast, he had felt a shift of sorts.

It was present in the way Jungkook gazed at him, the way his fingers constantly sought out contact with his own, the way his eyes followed him whenever he had moved about the suite.