Babydoll

5

Since that evening in the gym, Jungkook seemed to be keeping space from Taehyung. They were still training together but Taehyung could feel that the older was avoiding any longer physical contact, always letting go of him quickly.

Some evenings it was really hard to sleep, he was rolling in his bed for hours until he gave up. Sometimes he went down to the gym, sometimes he was painting and sometimes he just went to the kitchen to make himself a tea.

Tonight was one of those nights he went to the kitchen. He made himself a camomile tea and sat up on the counter. The room was only dimply lit by a small light. The house was quiet and it was peaceful. He thought about how he lived there for over two months and nothing seemed to ever be happening. He’d expect bigger chaos in a gangster layer but he supposed that the action and all that was going on outside. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t disappointed, he would like to see some action.

Jungkook stretched his sore back when he got up from the desk chair. People would never believe how much paper work there was in a gang, everyone thought it was just fighting or shooting but it was mainly about business, transactions and covering because of taxes and even though Namjoon was doing most of those things, he couldn’t get out of everything.

He decided a beer would be a great thing before going to bed so he went to the kitchen. He was exhausted so he wasn’t really paying attention to anything. So he stopped in the doorframe when he raised his head and was met with Taehyung sitting up on the counter. He felt a tug in his stomach when he took in the younger’s appearance. He was sitting up so his legs were dangling over the counter. They looked so long and smooth, Jeongguk was sure that he was shaving. He was only in a silky, silver robe that was riding up his thighs and hugging his petite frame nicely.

“Can’t sleep?” Taehyung spoke up, bringing the boss from his short daze.

“Just finished working,” Jungkook cleared his throat. Taehyung was sitting right next to the fridge and it didn’t look like he wanted to move so that meant Jungkook had to go right to him.

Taehyung brought the cup of tea to his lips, staring at the older. When he put the cup down, he was slightly smirking: “Did you come here for something?”

“Yeah, a beer,” Jungkook nodded. He was taken aback by Taehyung’s nonchalance and smugness. The younger was usually either annoying or shy but now it looked like he was almost flirting.

Jungkook went over to the fridge, standing right next to Taehyung. He took out the bottle and stretched his hand next to the younger’s thigh to take out the opener. His hand almost twitched as it was an inch from Taehyung’s thigh. His eyes involuntarily slipped to the soft thighs.

“Good night, hyung,” Taehyung smirked playfully, obviously seeing Jungkook’s internal battle.

“Good night,” Jungkook looked him in the eyes intently, making Taehyung feel suddenly not so confident. It was just a game that Taehyung knew he’d lose but he didn’t mind.

Jungkook took the bottle and left.

*

Taehyung didn’t think he’d have to ask permission from his hyung to go partying at twenty two but apparently he had to. His classmates went out on Friday night in January and he thought that getting out from the house for a while wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, he was no saint, despite what Yoongi was apparently thinking. He had some wild college years, partying, drinking and having one-night stands like everyone else.

He promised Yoongi to take a cab or call when he wanted to go home so he happily promised him that. He took his time with his looks, he wanted to look hot and irresistible because who knew? Maybe he’d be lucky and get some tonight, it’s been a while since he had a fuck. Like the responsible young man he was, he took a packet of lube and condoms with him.