Kim Taehyung makes a hobby of observing the rich.
The rich being primarily Jeon Jungkook and his marvelous girlfriend, Julia.
The rich sometimes get bored and ironically, the poor pay for it.
The poor being Kim Taehyung.
Alternatively, Jungkook and...
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Please someone stop me from publishing chapters like bullet train lol.
"Jungkook is cheating at a game and Taehyung thinks he might be going insane."
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Taehyung hates the fact they sit at a table he has to serve. He eyes the pair apprehensively as they position themselves and feels immense dread at the fact he has to approach them.
Hecannot, not after his body had decided to be treacherous in the most embarrassing way humanly possible. It is a little sick of him, he realizes, even though on a conscious level he does not find anything in the situation sexually exciting, especially considering the circumstances and the message which was specifically contemptuous against him, for him to go and pop a boner. Hormones, though, never really mind one’s personal supposed preferences and have absolutely no consideration for appropriateness and simple adequacy, do they?
He wonders, still, what was it that made his body betray him so horridly and thinks it might have been the adrenaline of confrontation from his object of curiosity combined with his unfathomable wondering of whether Julia could feel Jungkook’s ring.
His fingers are thick and considerably long, look warm, though, mostly, his whole body does, and he imagines the cold metal of the ring must be quite a juxtaposition to the heat of his skin.
He wonders if the ring feels cold and metallic now as he presses it into his lip, toying with it for a moment, then it hits him he is watching Jungkook play with his mouth, and whips his head away, going to check on a customer.
He is starting to question this worrying infatuation he has with observing the Taunting Twin. It is getting rather bothersome, especially because it does not only involve looking, which is not that surprising to do, he is a lot to look at. He is handsome, sharp featured, muscled.
It is the muscles that began it. Taehyung has always wanted to work on himself, but never really imagined he could actually put it as a priority. Jungkook is exactly what Taehyung has always dreamed of -- to be, not to have, Taehyung chastises the misinterpretation his flow of thoughts could have even in the confines of his head -- perfectly proportioned, lean, sinewy muscles, skin stretched tightly over protruding veins. He could see definition through his clothes, chiseled as the structure of his sculpted face, are his stomach and his thighs, trousers and jeans always clinging into the shape of him, flexing apparent as he adjusts. His arms are constantly exposed, and it is borderline rude, Taehyung thinks, how pronounced each muscle is on there, perpetually on show making Taehyung all… envious, he concludes.
Taehyung thinks he should dislike Jungkook more than he does, considering. He certainly should not be as aware of him as he is. Lots of rich, entitled pricks surround him at his particular place of work, some have been suggestive towards him, none quite as far and as bold as Jungkook had been to prove a point, but lots have done things to make him aware of their presence. None have left much of an impression, though.
