Twelve Days of Summer (TAEKOOK) {18+} COMPLETE

Day 6.1

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"Why are you not wearing your glasses, Tae?" Jungkook asks at the sight of his boyfriend lying on top of the large, square coffee table in the living room, squinting at the screen.

They discovered the spacious, modern room with its gigantic, white couches and modern art hanging on the walls on one of their explorations of the house. Today, this is their choice of location because Jungkook needs to catch up on exercise and since Taehyung would rather do anything but that, he's playing on the games console.

The screen in front of him is massive, yet he chooses to play on his front on the low glass table, rather than on the comfortable couch – it has to be because he can't see it well enough.

"It's just the detail, don't you worry about me, you just concentrate on your exercise, Baby, I'm quite alright over here." Taehyung calls over way too loudly with his headphones on, without looking away from the screen of flying bullets and explosions.

Jungkook would happily concentrate on his exercise but the presence of his beloved boyfriend in the same room is complicating things, no matter how much he tries to focus on counting his push-ups, the long, naked legs are spread wide, bent at the knee and Taehyung waves his feet in the air like a bored child, constantly inviting his gaze.

It's a problem because the way he is sprawled on the table at an angle to Jungkook, he has a very clear view from between the legs, of the tiniest shorts that cover hardly any of the glorious, honey ass, leaving the juiciest, bottom half of the cheeks in clear view. Of course his t-shirt is also off the shoulder where Taehyung leans on his elbows, like a whole meal on the table. Add to all that wet hair straight out of the shower pointing in all sorts of directions... God damn... Taehyung clearly has no idea what sort of constant temptation he presents to Jungkook just by his mere existence.

Jungkook switches to an agonising one-handed press-up combo of lifting one arm off the floor to twist toward the ceiling while holding his whole body tense, feet far apart, but even the burning in his muscles isn't enough to remove the temptation right in his field of vision, the full mounds of flesh are teasing him, calling his name.

"Why don't you come and do some exercise?" he calls to Taehyung.

"Ha! I'm quite happy with my mental exercise... or do you think my butt looks big in this?" he teases, grinning over his shoulder, wriggling his ass in the air, obviously, just to tease him!

"Your ass looks fucking edible, Angel," he puffs, "you should watch out, leaving it out like that might get you in trouble..." Jungkook mumbles to himself, groaning, pushing a few extra reps just to punish himself for the obvious bulge he feels in his shorts.

But Taehyung doesn't reply, too engrossed in the massive battle raging on across the large screen. It's so easy to imagine the look of concentration he must have on his face, that little bit of tongue that's bound to be sticking out from the corner of his mouth...

Suddenly, Taehyung speaks into the microphone which extends from the headphone part of the headset to his mouth.

"They're just behind the bunker, I'll go right, you go left."

"Who you talking to?" Jungkook finishes off and strolls over casually, cooling down his muscles by shaking his arms and legs a little with every step.

"Jimin. Don't interrupt, it's a ranked match." Taehyung says with unexpected seriousness and Jungkook's brows rise in surprise. He's well aware his boyfriend has a competitive streak – but they're on holiday... Why so serious? Tongue pushing against his cheek at the rudeness, Jungkook considers the distracted troublemaker in front of him down the length of his nose... and totally oblivious to his boyfriend's annoyance, Taehyung merely carries on playing.