SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

16

Ten minutes later, Taehyung was stood next to Jimin's Mini watching as Jungkook put his overnight bag into the back.

Taehyung did try not to ogle him. It was hard.

The man awoke the strangest feelings within him. It was the thighs. It was all their fault. Illegal thighs.

Taehyung just wanted to wrap his fingers around them... bare... and exposed... and...

What?

Down Hussy! Down!

"You promise me you will call or send me a text as soon as you have reached St. Marys safely and once again when you have arrived home?" Jungkook asked, closing the car door quickly.

Taehyung nodded, smiling. He actually felt a little... saddened to be going.

Although, he did think some reflective distance was needed – so much had happened. Jungkook couldn't throw money at him with all of those miles between them either.

Jungkook stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked towards him slowly. He looked shy all of a sudden, amazingly God-like, but shy. "Would it be entirely inappropriate of me to say that I wish it was already Saturday?"

Taehyung chuckled. Nervous as he was about the move, he had to admit, the same thought had crossed his mind as well.

Taehyung found himself somewhat eager to begin this next phase of his life... college... New York... Jungkook.

Taehyung was getting his dream. Jungkook was making it all come true.

How surreal.

For the time being, and with a great effort on his part, he was managing to keep his early morning feelings locked up tight.

Taehyung was trying exponentially hard to just... let things be. This was what he had sought out, what he had signed up for, and he had to get used to it.

"Not entirely inappropriate, no." Taehyung smirked.

It felt nice actually, knowing he felt that way.

There was something very... soothing about having a person wish a little time away, just so that you could be with them once again. Yes, he decided he quite liked that.

Glancing back at the car briefly, Jungkook seemed to be deep in thought. "What were you planning on doing about your car, Taehyung? It's... new. Were you going to leave it at home or would you like for me to arrange a collection, and have it brought over to New York?"

Taehyung bit his lip, feeling the blush spreading across his cheeks. "Uh... it's not my car. My friend leant it to me for the trip."

Jungkook cocked his head. "You don't have your own vehicle?"

Sighing, the brunette reached a hand out to glide across Jimin's fabulous little nipper. He was fond of this car.

The action did not go unnoticed by Jungkook.

"No I do. But my truck couldn't have made the journey. I'll have to get rid of it before I leave; I suspect it's probably ready for the scrap heap now."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "Is it safe to drive?"

"Yes, it's just old." Taehyung said protectively. He loved his hot wheels. His truck. Good old truck. Big pat on the hood for truck.

He was watching him carefully, almost as if weighing something up.

"Are you sure?" Jungkook asked slowly.