𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌. | taekook

22. | cry on my shoulder

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, BODY INSECURITY, AND REFERENCES TO SEXUAL CONTENT, HICKEYS AND CHEATING

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As the sun begins setting beyond the horizon, Jungkook sharpens his pencil for the tenth time that evening and sighs in frustration. He can't wrap his brain around this algebra equation – he shouldn't find this as hard as he is, but there's only one person constantly on his mind, causing him to lose focus.

Taehyung.

He thinks back to the event that happened in the shower only mere hours ago. He remembers the feeling of Taehyung's lips pressing against his own; he remembers the feeling of Taehyung's lips trailing along his collarbone and sucking marks into his tanned skin; he remembers the feeling of Taehyung's hungry eyes staring down at him, causing a dark blush to flare Jungkook's cheeks.

He remembers it all so vividly. Repeating the event in his mind once again makes his lips curl into a small smile, staring down at his work with puzzled eyes. He can't even concentrate on algebra – he just wants Taehyung cuddling him, kissing him, calling him pretty, marking Jungkook as his own.

Suddenly, like God answers his prayers, the brunette feels hands on his shoulders. He slightly tilts his head to the right and locks eyes with a damp-haired Taehyung, who leans down and plants a chaste kiss against his pink cheek.

"What you up to, princess?"

Taehyung pulls the spare chair beside Jungkook and sits himself down, staring down at the paper filled with equations that he won't even attempt. Jungkook stares at him and softly smiles, resting his head against the older's arm.

"Finishing work for my Math class," Jungkook sighs, blushing as Taehyung wraps an arm around his waist. "Normally, this would be super easy... but I can't stop thinking about something."

Taehyung clicks his tongue and smirks. "And what are you thinking about?"

"You."

Although he already knows that that was what Jungkook was thinking about, Taehyung still likes to hear him shyly admit it and turn into a blushing, stuttering mess. He tightens his hold around the brunette's waist and presses another kiss against the side of his head.

"Come here, princess," Taehyung says, pushing the chair away from the table and making his lap vacant. "Sit on my lap."

At first, Jungkook awkwardly chuckles and stares up at Taehyung, realising that he's being totally serious. Nodding along, Jungkook discards his pencil on the notepad and hesitantly hovers above Taehyung's lap because, once again, he's so self-conscious.

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at the brunette's hesitance and chuckles at him, softly gripping his waist and pulling him down. Jungkook squeaks out in surprise and his eyes widen, cheeks flaring a dark red as he begins playing with the strings of his sweater.

"I-I don't... I'm heavy." Jungkook sighs, and although Taehyung brushes it off as a joke, he can tell that Jungkook really meant it.

"Stop worrying, okay?" Taehyung smiles at him, and Jungkook stares at him with a shy smile. "I'm so strong. I bet I could carry hundreds of you."

At the silly joke, Jungkook erupts in a fit of giggles, resting his head against the older's chest. He starts to feel a little more comfortable and properly relaxes in Taehyung's lap, deciding that maybe he should start flushing away his insecurities.

A comfortable silence settles over the pair as they cuddle in the quiet kitchen, drowned in the peacefulness. They can hear birds chirping outside, cars racing down the street, and the sound of Jungkook's next door neighbour yelling at her children, encouraging giggles to fall from their lips.