Behind the Scenes

Euphoria

/ Third Person POV /

Taehyung would have instantly dismissed the idea had he not downed 5 cans of alcohol. The liquid courage had diluted his personal inhibitions, and so, he went with an honest:

"Sure."

Jungkook bit his lip ring,

"Cool. Let's see here..."

and whipped out his phone. It took him a few moments to unlock his phone screen because the world was swaying, but once he did, he went on to type "Taekook fanfics wattpad" on his default web browser.

Taehyung limply scooched over to Jungkook's side of the couch until their bodies collided, and observed the contents of the phone screen.

"Hmm..." Jungkook continued to mindlessly scroll through the endless stream of Wattpad search results, "Tell me when to stop."

Taehyung chuckled, "Okay... hm... stop!"

Jungkook stopped scrolling as instructed and tapped the story his thumb landed on.

The two took a moment to skim through the fanfic, and stopped to read one particularly racy part. Taehyung's eyes slowly widened while Jungkook continued to study the extract seriously, as if he were memorising dance choreography.

"Uh... isn't this a bit..."

"Sshh. I'm reading."

Taehyung unstuck himself from his dongsaeng and started reversing towards the opposite end of the couch, his drunken confidence starting to subside.

"Okay, I got it."

Jungkook turned off his phone screen and placed the device on the coffee table. He swiftly turned to face the now nervous Taehyung, who flinched in response.

"Uh," Taehyung had now reached the arm rest of the couch, forcing him to end his retreat, "I-I don't think we should—"

"—Just trust me on this," Jungkook moved towards Taehyung, using his arm to propel him forward and his feet on the floor for stability. He stopped when his knee met the other's leg.

Then, he lifted Taehyung's leg and plopped it on the couch; he positioned himself so that he was comfortably seated between the older boy's legs. He further adjusted himself so that the two of their bodies were completely facing each other.

Jungkook smirked, "For easy access."

Taehyung's lips were pursed shut throughout. He felt helpless, and it was getting harder to breathe.

Slowly, the tattooed boy raised his free hand and gently placed it on Taehyung's cheek.

How is his face so small...?

Jungkook leaned forward and continued to scan the flustered boy, who was now on the verge of hyperventilating. He continued forward, until his breath tickled Taehyung's ear.

"Breathe, hyung."

Taehyung gasped when he felt soft lips press against his neck.

The contrast between Jungkook's warm lips and cold lip ring were obvious on Taehyung's sensitive skin.

"Ah- mn..."

Jungkook nibbled on the older boy's neck, then sucked a little, followed by more nibbling. Taehyung burrowed his face on the curve of Jungkook's neck and tugged the fabric on the back of his shirt.

Jungkook furrowed his brows at the feeling of Taehyung tremble beneath him. He sealed the neck play with a soft bite, then pulled away.

"Hahh... I did it. I... made a hickey—"

Jungkook paused when he saw the condition Taehyung was in: his eyes were a little watery, his hair disheveled and cheeks flushed. On his neck, right above his prominent collar bone, a round reddish-purple patch revealed itself.

The immense adrenaline had worn Taehyung out. Now he was left panting, with half-open eyes gazing straight at the handsome perpetrator.

Fuck.

Jungkook could've sworn he heard a rubber band snap before he charged forward and planted a rough kiss on the boy's lips.

A soft moan was forced out of Taehyung's throat on impact.

Then, almost instantly, Taehyung embraced the warmth and nostalgia the other's lips provided. To him, it was like being deprived of water at a long concert performance, then finally being handed a cold bottle of Bonaqua.

To Jungkook, it was refusing to eat because he needed to stay in shape for an important photoshoot, then giving in and relishing in the finest Korean cuisine.

They didn't realise how starved they were of each other's touch until now.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck, and the latter placed his hands on the other's waist, and they kissed like two teenagers who had just discovered intimate pleasure.

They were only making out, but it was euphoric.

Taehyung's hands didn't know were to go, so they went everywhere. From Jungkook's messy dark hair to his toned biceps to the nape of his pale neck.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's hands had already sneakily made their way up Taehyung's loose shirt, and caressed his bare skin.

Jungkook's weight gradually pushed Taehyung down until his back lay flat on the couch.