Sirenic Menace

⑦I Hate It More

 
Despite the faint feeling of hoarseness that persisted in his throat, Taehyung joined his friends at the beach. He didn’t go for a swim since he was afraid his condition would worsen and instead enjoyed the scenery while drawing sketches of random people.

“Tae,” Jimin uttered as he tilted towards him. “That guy has been glancing at you nonstop.”

Taehyung followed his friend’s eyes and located a young-looking man, who was reclined in the sunbed close to them. He had mellow characteristics, short black hair, and a lean figure. He was cute — he couldn’t deny that, but nothing sparked inside him at the sight of him. “He’s okay.”

Hoseok tossed his head in Taehyung’s direction as his eyes popped. “Okay? Just okay? He’s hot. Go for it.”

Taehyung laughed his suggestion off. “He seems... too nice. I’m tired of nice. I want a challenge.”

“Oh, so you’re hung up on Jay. That’s why you don’t want to make a move on that guy.”

Jimin’s face distorted with a baffled frown at Hoseok’s words. “What does this mean? Do you seriously like Jay?”

Taehyung lowered his gaze to the drawing in his hands. “I’m having weird thoughts, guys. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“What thoughts?” Jimin asked.

“Highly inappropriate thoughts. Not to say horny.”

The two exchanged a surprised look, and Hoseok was the first to register the meaning of his words. “You want to have sex with him? You still haven’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t seen his face yet, whatever,” Taehyung snarled. “I don’t care. Looks aren’t everything in life. All I know is he has muscles and I want to lick them.”

Jimin choked on a laugh. “You’re so lewd, Tae,” he teased. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What do you mean, Chim?” Hoseok asked, brows drawn together. “Nothing. He will do nothing. We don’t know anything about him. He’s been an ass since day one. Don’t get involved with him.”

“It’s too late for that,” Taehyung breathed out as his eyes saddened. “I want him. And he’s not that bad. He took care of me in his own way. We’ve gotten a bit close, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.”

A long nasal sigh sounded from Hoseok, intense disapproval written all over his face. “I told you what I think. Do whatever you want. Just be careful.”

Taehyung nodded. He brought a blank paper in front of him and browsed the place for the next face he could draw. His eyes caught that guy he had been seeing since day one around the hostel and rested on him. He began drawing the outline of his face as his two friends bantered about something he didn’t pay attention to.

He soon finished the sketch and observed it, sighing. Why is he keep coming here?

 
They headed back to the hostel a while later. After a brief stop at the reception to chat with Yoongi, they resumed their way to their room.

“Oh?” Jimin eyed the empty room with slight surprise. “Jay isn’t here.”

Taehyung shrugged his absence off and took out the sketches he made earlier to analyze them. A faint smile pulled at the corner of his lips with a glimmer of pride.

“Let’s go shower,” Hoseok said, already holding a casual outfit in his hands and his towel.

“Wait for me,” Taehyung said in a sing-song tone. He placed his drawings on the nightstand and grabbed his towel and clean clothes before he exited the room with the other two.