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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'My heart seemed to stopped beating when you smiled at me'
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Taehyung finds himself in the uncomfortably luxurious suite, same time, same place, as instructed and paid for, and Jungkook is not there. He's sat, legs pressed tight together, hands in his lap with his long fingers tangled and clumsily intertwined, tugging at each other absent minded, palms rubbing together. He's leaning forward by the elbows, body folded in on itself, eyes focused on the carpeted floor.
Julia is there. She's sprawled on the bed on her stomach, her ankles crossed and lifted into the air. She's propped herself on her elbows, chin in her palm and she appears as if it is hard for her to hold it up just on her neck. Her hair is disheveled; it's everywhere. Her eyes are intense on him, focusing and losing it every few seconds as her lips, maybe dry, for she tongues at them a lot, stretch lazy and sultry on her pale face, teeth shine whitened in between. Her lashes bat slowly, illicitly. She's somehow suggestive in the very way she lays on her bed, skin mostly bared. Taehyung is once again not convinced the crimson piece of branded fabric on her body is not simply underwear, but he hasn't been looking at her enough to judge fairly.
He is afraid the sound of his gulp rings around the room, that she can hear his breaths and his moistened skin rubbing together as well as he can hear the sheets rustle with her merest movements and small sighs he feels she makes on purpose. They're soft and unnecessary and border on moans as they are expelled through her parted, dried lips.
"Are you nervous, Taehyungie?" Julia says and it sounds like a sigh as well, breathy and leisurely.
His eyes shoot to hers. Only his sister calls him that and he feels her mouth dirties it, he does not want to hear it again. "I- no," he replies, and it is a lie so blatant it is unnecessary to even attempt to convince. He keeps his chin up though, nose high. "It's not like I have to do anything," the justification falls through and it is voiced for his own sake and not for hers, but she smiles.
"You don't have to," she's amused when she pauses, something new is flashing through her eyes now as they dart across Taehyung, scrutinize his traitorous body language. Her tongue coats her lips again as they stretch cunning and cold. "You canif you want to," she finishes and Taehyung pales.
A "What?" slips through his mouth, brusque even to him. It's mostly through his teeth, near a gasp. It's breathy as well, but different to hers, listed by disbelief. His eyes search her for teasing, to see her break character and laugh at him for falling for her implications.
Her body rolls to the side, her whole body stretching, and he swears he hears her purr, like a cat, her entire behavior is feline, he concludes in a suggestive, nearly perverse way. "Don't you want to touch me, pretty boy?"
She's offering herself, it occurs to him, and Taehyung's blood runs hot with the immediate question of what would Jungkook thinkinvading his head. How would he look, his eyes, would he even react, or would that completely bypass him as well, allowing him to remain calm and collected, keeping that cool, utterly frustrating demeanor? Taehyung wonders were he to lift up off the couch now, look at his girlfriend straight in the eyes and say yes, he wants to touch her, wants to do everythingto her, spread her on the bed they pay for, would it at least tug at his goddamn rich kid pride if not at his probably inexistent emotions?
