Royal Ace Lounge

㉓It's Too Much

  
Taehyung spent his day off doing absolutely nothing. He lolled on the couch all day long, watching different shows and falling in and out of sleep as if he were sick.

His body needed that day off more than he thought.

He couldn’t lie; the image of Jungkook often sprang in his mind, randomly wondering what he would be doing at that moment or if he thought about him too.

It was so annoying. Why couldn’t he just get out of his head? What the fuck was that? And how could he make it stop?

Late at night, since his sleep schedule had changed completely because of his work, he took a relaxing shower and lay on the couch again. It wasn’t long before he flinched in his spot at the sound of the bell blasting out across his apartment.

With mystification showering down his face, he flung the blanket off him and pattered to the intercom. Shock dropped in his stomach like a shattering punch, as his bulging eyes scrutinized Jungkook through the small screen. What the... Was I thinking about him so much that I manifested for him to appear?

As the initial spurt of stupefaction toned down, Taehyung buzzed him in. His mouth felt too dry suddenly, and he wetted his lips as he shuffled to the door. He opened it and waited barely a minute before Jungkook emerged from the stairs. He spectated him as he neared him, traces of his surprise still engraved on his traits. “What are you doing here?”

Jungkook didn’t speak right away. His gaze circled the floor before it climbed up his form to merge with his. “I... I don’t know, actually.”

It was amazing how much Jungkook had changed, Taehyung observed. He always wore that mask of apathy on his face, always knew what to say, nothing fazed him, nothing interested him. And now he seemed like a lost puppy and stammered as he talked. He could project what he was feeling so freely and easily.

Taehyung liked it more than he should — so much indeed that his mouth formed the warmest of smiles just for him. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” A shallow crease leaped into sight on Jungkook’s forehead. “Why are you smiling?”

Taehyung bit his lip in his effort to smother the said smile, but failed. “You’re just... cute. I never thought you would be cute. You changed so much.”

“I’m not cute,” Jungkook dissented, an edge of affront slithering out of the cracks of his sharp voice.

That only made Taehyung’s smile unfold into a beam as he released a suave chuckle. “I only accept cute guys in my apartment, though. If you insist you’re not cute, I can’t let you enter.”

Jungkook huffed at his obvious teasing, his eyes rolling almost imperceptibly. “Fine. Maybe some people can find me cute. Rarely. Good enough?”

“I’ll take it.” Taehyung stepped aside to let him enter and closed the door behind him. He remembered the blanket he had thrown on the couch and hastened to transfer it to the armchair. “Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting any company.”

Jungkook didn’t mind at all the various items on the coffee table, along with an empty plastic cup of noodles. He perceived Taehyung reached for the trash he had left, but he clawed at his forearm. He tugged him against his body and smoothed his damp hair back as he twined an arm around his slim waist. “I don’t care about that.”

Taehyung gripped his hips and closed his eyes as Jungkook leaned to place a kiss on his lips. “Are you sure? Your house is always squeaky clean.”

“Yeah, because I pay for a cleaner.”