The house is quiet and cold today. All the windows are closed for the bad weather outside, raindrops falling on them with dripping sound. The bedroom is untidy, food everywhere in the kitchen, the bathroom smelling strongly of sex. Why such a state you ask? That's because the inhabitants of the house have gotten two weeks of holiday from work and they have been through just one week of it, not planning to clean their mess until the very last day.
Where are they now? Well, they are in the only room existing in the humble house but not mentioned above, the living room. Currently huddled up in the couch, using each others legs as pillows and chewing on chicken wings while enjoying the MAMA performance of the one and only, BTS.
On the screen, the background dancers are positioning themselves for the performance. As the main rapper, Min Yoongi styled in black dress shirt with matching black pants and corset showcasing his his thin, alluring frame, started to rap, more likely spit fire on stage, Taehyung grunted, "God, his voice....!" "D-doo gud~", Jungkook finished the sentence for him, his mouth stuffed with food. The dancers behind him create waves behind him as he does his part, covering him up looking like swallowed by the sea as he completes.
As Kim Seokjin came up next, the two boys just whistled. His stunning visuals, unreal body proportions, lazy gaze and most importantly, the world wide broad shoulders made him look like the prince of any fairy tales. His stable voice hit the notes just right, cementing his title of Golden Vocal.
The limelight was now on the Lead Dancer, Jung Hoseok, as he smoothly enters covering Jin. The flexible movements and amazing dancing skills as well as the upbeat rap just got all the audiences along with Taehyung and Jungkook awestruck. His and Yoongi's presence in the performance were so different, as if from the two poles, yet so mesmerising to the same extent.
With a beat drop, all lights went out. As the spotlight showered over the leader of the group, a loud squeal came out of Jungkook's throat. It was followed by a "Daddy!~" which made Taehyung chuckle at the younger's cuteness. His eyes still stuck on the screen as he observed Kim Namjoon, standing tall and proud in all-black outfit, attacking jamless hearts with neat deliveries of his deep words.
The way all four of them performed so well getting all sweaty in the sexiest way possible, made it hard for the boys not to drool over. Like, come on, all four of them are -- wait, four? What do you mean four?
As if on cue, Taehyung felt himself stiffen at the mere sight of his bias, Park Jimin. Hell, even Jungkook stopped chewing. Chained up black fur coat and black leather pants is all he wore with not so much accessories, yet he looked so delicious. Two of them just gaped at him as they take in the chorus part, forgetting to sing along like thet always do.
Taehyung kept his eyes fixed on the Maknae walking around the stage during Namjin's part. Jimin. Even his name makes Tae feel so many things. Right now, he watches as his bias runs his fingers through his black hair, making his baby-fingers not so baby-like. As he puts his mic close to his mouth and parts his lips, the 26-years old from the other side of the screen finds himself praying to die and resurrect immediately as the mic now being held by none other than PJM. Just in case if all of this was not enough, the universal tease rips open the chain of his coat, revealing his bare, tatted chest, curved by abs. His meaty arms and things are all on display for the hungry, needy eyes and hearts to savour.
Taehyung feels uncomfortable down his shorts. Oh no, this is not good. He feels ashamed he got turned on by his idol while sitting just next to his boyfriend. Is he a saesang? Is he a potential cheat? Why else would he look at some other guy like that? Maybe it is-
"Ahh~" a small moan from across the room snaps Taehyung out of his mind. Who could it be, unless, Jungkook? Tae peeked at his boyfriend, who was all red in the face. The boy bit down his lower lip and blushed furiously getting caught. So, Taehyung is not the only one. The older got up from his comfortable position and said in his deep, hoarse voice, "Can't help yourself, baby?" The taller, muscular one looked down, embarrassed to the highest point. "Let me help you then." Taehyung smirked and messily kissed his lover as the Park Jimin winked through the screen.
