Sirenic Menace

⑥Unless If You're Offering

 
Taehyung’s condition was just a fraction better, he perceived, as he stretched his sore body. His throat still burned, but its constriction wasn’t that severe. His head ached and his cheeks bore a warmth that indicated his low fever. The vertiginous coil around his senses had worn off enough to allow him to climb down from his bed without help.

His friends prepared for him a fruit salad yesterday after his lunch and also made him the medicinal herb Jay bought for him. It was one of the most disgusting things Taehyung had ever tasted, but the soreness in his throat soothed a notch right after.

Taehyung thanked Jay for bringing him that icky green thing, as he had called it, but his frigid response wasn’t what he hoped for. He couldn’t comprehend what had happened so suddenly. They had started talking here and there, even if Jay was still a bit curt, and now he didn’t even acknowledge his existence anymore.

After Jay had helped him get to his bed and then stormed out of the room in a daze, he had returned a totally different person. And it bothered Taehyung a ton.

. . .

Taehyung strolled into the room with a cup of the magic remedy and sat at the table. His two friends had gone for their usual swim after he pestered them to enjoy their time again, and he was left alone with Jay. Although it felt like he was completely alone since Jay didn’t bother to turn around and face him, let alone talk to him.

He slid a blank paper in front of him and picked his favorite pencil. His fever had dissolved after the aspirin he took, and only that annoying burning in his throat remained, so he felt strong and focused enough to begin drawing again.

“Can you turn on the air conditioner?” Taehyung asked.

“Your friends took the controller.”

Taehyung searched around the room and located the wanted item on Hoseok’s bed. He bended forward between the two beds and reached it with a groan. As he drew back, his head slammed against the upper bed, and he crumbled in pain as he whined continuously.

Jungkook sat bolt upright and glanced down with frantic eyes. He found the man on his knees, rubbing the back of his head and spilling muted profanities. “Yah. Are you okay?”

“I have to almost die to make you talk to me?” Taehyung muttered with obvious scorn. He heaved himself to his feet and laid his watery eyes on Jay, his features still slightly contracted in pain.

“Stop overreacting.”

Taehyung registered he was about to lie down again and made haste to hold on to his wrist. “Seriously, what’s wrong? Did I do something? Because after gawking at my thighs, you became a completely different person.”

Jungkook yanked his arm out of his grip, his dour eyes piercing through him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Trust me, I know. What I don’t know is what happened to you. Did you realize you’re gay and freaked out? Did I make you gay?” Taehyung asked with taunting joy, and a string of hoarse giggles dripped from his lips at Jay’s unamused countenance.

“You’re so full of yourself, really,” he snarled. “I was gay even before I met you, just so you know. So stop being delusional.”

“Hmm. Was I delusional when I saw you gawk at my thighs?”

“Yes. Now fuck off.”

Taehyung huffed as he watched him lie down with his back facing him. A devilish glint sparked off in his weary eyes, and his lips tilted into a sly smile with the words his brain conceived. “You know, it’s been over a year since the last time I had sex. If you want to see my thighs from up close, just say the word. Maybe touch them as well. And kiss them.”