✓ Our Dirty Little Secret (Taekook; Completed)

Chapter 4

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Taehyung sometimes wondered if a little cute devil was sitting on his right shoulder.

Considering that instead of feeling sympathy for Jungkook's unpleasant situation, he was as pleased as a cat that had captured a mouse.

With twinkling eyes glued downward toward Jungkook's crotch, Taehyung bit his index finger as a light laugh worked its way through him yet again. Even though he knew he shouldn't laugh, the sight of aroused Jungkook – and aware of the perfect solution to his condition – was like the warm touch of the sun.

Hoping against hope that Taehyung already understood his situation, Jungkook put his tucked leg down and stretched his legs, positioning his feet next to Taehyung's. Yet still, there was a touch of uneasiness racing through him, reminding him that something was going to happen.

The trouble was, he couldn't figure out what.

The temperature in Taehyung spiked. Whereas fidgeting with the sleeves, his mind spun in a million lustful directions. In the wink of an eye, naughty thoughts and sensual scenarios turned into a goddamn filthy fairy tale, making him chew on his bottom lip to keep himself under control.

But there still were three facts.

Fact one: Despite being aware of the situation, he didn't want to stop teasing Jungkook.

Fact two: He wanted to make Jungkook needier and more desperate than he already was.

Fact three: He always gets what he wants.

Sticking to his plan, Taehyung darted his tongue out to wet his lips briefly before starting to tap on Jungkook's foot yet again—undoubtedly, a little cute devil was sitting on his right shoulder, devilishly delighted that he could kick the angel far, far away.

A smile dropped off Jungkook's lips right away. Heck, his instinct wasn't just right... it was holy hell accurate.

Knowing where this was going, Jungkook swallowed hard, suppressing a shaky, needy whine as a mixture of bliss and agony rolled through him in tidal waves, and stretched his arms above his head. He couldn't control how his body begged for more, but he simultaneously wanted to push Taehyung away.

Truthfully, he felt hopeless. Everywhere. In every nerve ending, in every inch of his skin, and, inconveniently, in his crotch as well.

"It seems like there's really nothing to be upset at me about." Jimin took the papers and read, "'Why did you give me an expression as though you saw something horrible when I winked?'" He turned to Jin, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hyung, if it's you who wrote this, I could really see why. I don't even need 30 seconds."

"I will give you 3 seconds," Yoongi joked.

"Taehyung, from now on please stop doing it, seriously," Jimin demanded, his eyes locking on Taehyung.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Taehyung sneaked a quick glance at Jimin; immediately after their gazes met, Jimin tossed him a knowing look.

There was no point in further explanation. The meaning behind Jimin's words was pretty clear—and the realization that he'd been busted and had to stop was one cold hard fact.

A ribbon of heat raced through Taehyung's body in a second, and his cheeks burned red. Fibbing with the sleeves, he hung his head in shame and pulled his feet away from Jungkook's.