Priceless Possession | Taekook

6. Why are you crying?

Taehyung woke up to the most terrible headache he has ever experienced. He remembers drinking a lot of alcohol, he rememberers Hobi bringing him back, he remembers holding onto Jungkook's muscular arms, but then what happened after that?

He checked on himself, hands smoothing the satin fabric of his pyjamas, something he don't remember wearing it own his own.

He splashed cold water on his face, a sudden flash of Jungkook's wet lips on his startles the model. 'Was it a dream? Oh please tell me that's not true. No no it can't be true. Jungkook hates me, he would never do that.'

He gathers all his willpower to get out of the room, halts when he sees a shirtless Jungkook in the kitchen cooking some soup based on its aroma. 'Why is he shirtless?' Taehyung's cheeks flushed in crimson but he has to go to the kitchen, for he is very dehydrated and hungry.

"Oh good morning sleepy head, did you sleep well?" Jungkook's voice sounded so content something Taehyung is unfamiliar with...not being the usual one.

"Hi, umm....I—I don't quite actually remember what happened last night." Taehyung stammered and averted his eyes as he couldn't meet other's piercing gaze.

"What a shame that you don't remember the most intimate moments we shared! You wanted that didn't you? You wanted that ever since you laid eyes on me." Jungkook smirked fully aware that the other doesn't remember anything at all.

Taehyung's eyes widened in disbelief, not understanding what really happened between them. "I was drunk, I didn't do anything." Taehyung tried to defend himself.

"Oh no sweetheart, you definitely wanted me to smother you with my lips. To quote you, you said 'Why don't you kiss me jungkookie, everyone else die to devour me. I had to sleep with those old fvckers against my wish and when I got one single hot young man, he don't even want to kiss me.'

"Now tell me Kim, don't you still remember anything?" Jungkook chuckled seeing the embarrassed face of the model. "Did we —did we shower together? I mean I do vaguely remember your—your lips but nothing after that." Taehyung lowered his head, too shy to look at the other.

"What makes you so sure that nothing happened between us? Especially after that deep throat kiss. I must say Kim, your experience taught you really well, I quite enjoyed—."

"No, I ...I don't feel anything inside me." His shocked and embarrassed voice made the other laugh.

"You are wearing your pyjamas and I don't have a shirt so what does that mean?" Jungkook closed the distance between them, as his hand snaked around the model's waist smoothly tugging him close.

"What? Oh god this is so embarrassing. I really didn't want to—." Taehyung ran away from Jungkook, attempting to hide in his room when he heard Jungkook call out loud.

"Relax, nothing happened between us. I was just messing with you. But seriously you better stay away from me. I am not liking this friendliness between us."

Taehyung closed the door without responding. 'So the kiss? Was it my imagination too? I really wanted to kiss him but I want to remember it too. So I'm happy that nothing happened between us yesterday because I want every moment, every touch and every kiss with him etched into my mind.'

He sighed deeply, not understanding what's happening with his heart, not understanding what feelings are these, something he never experienced, something he thought he would never come across.

In the meantime, Jungkook grabbed a clean shirt. His thoughts still stuck in the previous night. He is glad that Taehyung doesn't remember anything but also wished if he did. Subconsciously his fingers touched his lips, taking him back to the moment he kissed the model while they were dipped in the shower, tasting alcohol and strawberry scented lip balm.