Sirenic Menace

㉗You Know

 
Taehyung padded into the kitchen as soon as he woke up in search of water. He had already finished the bottle Jungkook got him yesterday as the multiple rounds of ecstasy they had left his throat throughout dry.

Wanting something cool to drink, he opened the fridge and his jaw went slack in awe. It was filled with ingredients, fruits, beverages, sweets, and so many more things. His urge to stay here for a few more days truly skyrocketed.

His fridge was always nearly empty since he spent his whole free time drawing, caring little about food. But seeing all these delicious snacks sparked his appetite so much he could think of nothing else.

“Tae.”

Taehyung twisted his head at the raspy voice of his baby, and his breath froze momentarily. He was standing beside the door in nothing but his short sweatpants, mouthwatering abs, stout chest, and brawny biceps on display for him.

He had seen him naked countless times. He had kissed every inch of his heavenly muscles. But still, the spectacle was otherworldly.

Jungkook, of course, comprehended where his eyes lingered. The tip of his lips slanted up. “You felt my muscles for hours yesterday and even devoured them, I can say. Still not enough?”

“It’ll never be enough,” Taehyung breathed out. “Fuck, you’re sinful.”

A gentle snort jumped out of Jungkook. “Close the damn fridge.”

“Oh. Right.” Taehyung tittered, and he grabbed a bottle of water before closing the door. He gulped down a few sips and pattered closer to him. “Did I wake you?”

“Yes.” Jungkook looped his arms around his waist and pecked his lips. “But I realized you sneaked away from me when I heard the door opening. How dare you sneak away, hmm?” He playfully pressed his forehead against his, feigning affront.

Husky giggles flowed through Taehyung as a grin cut across his features. “I needed some water. It won’t happen again, sir,” he said in a purposefully louder voice in an urge to tease him back.

“Good boy,” Jungkook uttered against his lips before he captured them longingly. His hands ventured lower and squeezed his plump asscheeks, thrusting their pelvises together.

“Can’t you guys keep your hands off each other for like a second?” Yoongi sneered as he walked past them to get to the fridge.

The two broke their kiss but didn’t draw away from each other. “Where’s Chim?” Taehyung asked as he glanced back at him.

“Sleeping. I know he’ll be thirsty when he wakes up, so I came to take water for him.”

Taehyung’s eyes flew to Jungkook. “See? That’s a good boyfriend,” he teased with an impish fleer.

But Jungkook’s brows glided upwards and stood in two curves of dumbfoundedness with no inkling of a smile on his frozen face. “I... I—I’m your boyfriend?”

“Oh boy,” Yoongi muttered. With two water bottles in his hands, he strode towards the door and added, “Dumbass,” before he disappeared.

Taehyung remained still, then he broke into little giggles at how fucking adorable Jungkook was in that moment of realization. “Of course you’re my boyfriend, Jungkookie. And I’m your boyfriend as well.”

“Wow,” Jungkook let out, and his eyes found their focus on him soon enough. “What’s a boyfriend supposed to do?”

“Everything you’re already doing. Don’t worry. You’re doing amazing.” He drew a quick kiss on his cheek.