Sirenic Menace

⑩You Had Your Chance

 
The dryness at the back of Taehyung’s throat caused him to grimace as he swallowed. A pounding ache girdled his head, as if a spike were being driven into his skull. He blindly reached for his bottle of water that was squeezed between the bed and the wall beside him and lifted his torso to gulp it down.

His eyes split open, and he blinked on repeat as he took in the brightness of the room. The next thing his eyes absorbed was Jay, who was sitting in his bed cross-legged and staring at him with a notion of concern.

Too disoriented from his headache to analyze his view, Taehyung glanced down at his friends’ beds in turn. “Guys. What time is it?”

“It’s after eleven, Tae,” Jimin uttered, smiling softly, as he stood up. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” he sighed. “We missed our morning swim because of me. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Hoseok chirped. “We can go now if you want.”

“No, I feel too tired and everything hurts. You guys can go, though. I want to take a shower.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay, let’s go out for lunch later, at least. I have a date with Yoongi in the afternoon.”

“Have fun,” Taehyung said with a knowing smile and lay down again, as his two friends got ready for the beach.

Jungkook nipped at the inside of his lower lip as his agitated eyes remained at a standstill on the opposing bed. The five minutes Jimin and Hoseok took to change their clothes and head towards the exit felt like an eternity by his bottled-up apprehension.

“Bye, Tae,” Jimin smiled.

“See you later.”

“Bye, guys.” Taehyung followed them with his gaze until they stepped out of the room. He absently looked ahead and caught Jay in the same stance and still peering into him. “What?”

“Why did you drink so much yesterday?”

Taehyung’s face wrinkled in bafflement at the unexpected question. “I just felt like it. Why do you ask?”

“Because. Did you do it?”

“What?”

“Did you find a guy to fuck?”

Taehyung heaved himself to a sitting position, questioning eyes lingering on him. “Why do you care?”

“Just tell me,” Jungkook snarled.

Taehyung could recognize his annoyance even with his mask on, and he gazed at it long and intently before his lips slanted in a faint smirk. “Yes, I did. It was the best fuck I ever had.”

A riptide of bitter rage crashed over Jungkook’s form at once. The blood in his veins felt like lava searing his skin and his stomach lurched with ultimate exasperation.

He shouldn’t feel like this. He brought it to himself. Taehyung practically begged him yesterday, and he threw him out of the room without another word. Himself was the one to blame. But it still drove him outrageously mad.

“Why are you so pissed?” Taehyung questioned as his vision narrowed on his seething eyes. “You had your chance.”

“I’m glad I missed it, seeing how easy it was for you to find a replacement. Just any cock is good enough for you, huh?”

Taehyung scoffed. “Don’t be an ass just because your ego is hurt.”

Jungkook’s menacing gaze spoke louder than any comeback. He jumped off his bed in a spurt of fuming fury and bolted out of the room before Taehyung could try to stop him.