The Boy In My Bed | TK

CHAPTER 18

Taehyung's POV

"Give me a couple of seconds to clean up." Lucas says before closing the door in my face, the sound of pacing and rummaging echoing from inside his bedroom. Out of boredom, my eyes roam the hallway, rolling across the multiple family photos on the wall. gawk over childhood photos of Lucas, his bright, pearlescent blue eyes radiates from within the frames. His father carries the same looks he blessed his son with - I see where Lucas gets his looks from. Slowly, as my eyes trail over the photos, the family starts to grow, eventually finishing with

4 kids 6 people-damn.

I press my ear against the door, hearing the similar rummaging before returning my eyes to the photos on the wall The family starts to shrink in the photos, the most recent a picture of just Lucas and his 3 siblings in his arms-what happened to his parents?

The squeaking of the opening door behind me snaps my attention away. Lucas emerging in the doorway-slightly out of breath. "Come in." He ushers, signalling his arm inside the bedroom.

My eyes enter before my body, examining the poster-covered walls and tie dye bed sheets a direct clash against the simplistic stylistic choices of Jungkook. Stop thinking about him Taehyung, because he's definitely not thinking about you.

"Sorry for the wait, I would've tidied up beforehand if I'd known someone was gonna be here" He stands beside me, hands on hips, proudly gazing over his room. My eyes wander, every inch of the room covered in memories how sweet.

"So you always have a bottle of vodka next to your bed or... ",I ask cautiously, trying not to sound bland and prudish- the blue Smirnoff bottle shimmering in the streaming sunlight - it's beautiful.

"Oh that...well, you need something to take the edge off when you're raising 3 kids." My eyes slowly track to him as his tone saddens. "So yeah, that bottle is my best friend when I'm happy, sad, angry, scared...lonely...but...enough about me..." He laughs, shifting the mood and changing the tone of the conversation, sliding the bottle into his bedside table drawer. I know his bubbling tone is a ruse to hide his feelings, but I won't poke further.

"Wanna play a game of Grand Theft Auto?" He plops into his gaming chair, nudging at the TV screen, swivelling around with a gleeful grin on his face. stare at him vacantly...how the fuck do you play Grand theft auto? How the fuck do you play PlayStation?

"Sure. That's my favourite game ever", bluff, my mind instantly beffudled by all of the buttons and sticks on the controller He turns on the screen, waiting expectantly as my character stands still-my strategy of random-button pushing achieving nothing Damn it.

"You don't know how to play do you?", I bow my head, avoiding his gaze.

"Not really. just wanted you to think I'm cool",admitted receiving a chuckle in returning.

"Come, I'll teach you how to play" I push off the bed, staring at him awkwardly as he spreads his legs open, creating a little gap for me to sit on the chair "Alright, it's not that hard, promise." His hands settle on top of mine, guiding my fingers onto the buttons. My mind zones out as his breath tickles my neck, sending tingles down my spine His instructions fall dead to my ears as his firm hands control my fingers, caressing them the colours on the TV combining into a mush

Time passes comfortably, his voice piping up as he starts shooting around - my mind only focussed on his warm grasp around my hands holding me, delicately.

The screen draws black, my attention returning to the controller in my hands as his voice booms into a victory cheer. "You did it, you completed the mission!" His hands leave my wrist, patting me on the shoulders in excitement stand and twirl around, smiling at the glimmering brightness in his eyes. His gaze falls from my face as his eyes freely explore my body. He slumps back into the chair as he stares at me, his cocky smile making me somewhat self-conscious.