Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK

14.

Taehyung POV

"Uhh." I groan as slowly wake from my slumber. Fuck, that was nice a nice sleep.. Opening my eyes tentatively, I find myself instinctively shutting them again. Am I dreaming?

I open my eyes again to see if I'm actually stuffed against Jungkook's chest. What the fuck happened.

I try to pull back but Jungkook tightens his grip around my waist. Where did the goddamn pillows go. With Jungkook's bare chest pressed against me, the warmth of his skin ignites a blush on my cheeks, distracting me momentarily. My gaze involuntarily drifts over his exposed torso, the subtle contours and defined muscles captivating my attention. Did we actually sleep like this?

He's really muscular.

No, don't think about that.

"Jungkook!" I yell, pressing my hands against his abs. Fuck, they're so hard. "Stop touching me." I manage to say.

"You're the one who has his hands on my abs." Jungkook grunts. I crane my neck to look up at him, taking in the sight of his tousled hair and the hint of exhaustion in his half-opened eyes. He looks so. . .

so attractive.

I scowl. One night with him and I'm already saying he's attractive. What has gotten into me?

"I was just trying to push you away," I mutter despondently, feeling overwhelmed by the intense emotions coursing through me. "Now, back off," I plead

"Nah. I really like seeing you blushing." Jungkook rolls us over, resting his head in the crook of my neck.

"Hey! Get off me," I demand, attempting to push him away, my efforts proving futile against his unwavering proximity.

His response is a low murmur, his warm breath whispering against my skin and causing me to squirm awkwardly under his weight. "Mmm," he mumbles almost lazily, his closeness becoming increasingly stifling.

"Jungkook, stop—" I start to protest, only for my words to catch in my throat as I suddenly realize the undeniable hardness pressing against my thigh, causing my eyes to widen in shock. "W-what the fuck," I gasp.

"What?" Jungkook inquires innocently, seemingly unfazed as he presses himself closer

"YOU'RE FUCKING HARD." I scream. Fuck, it's so big. Oh my god.

"Morning wood." Jungkook mutters, casually. "And you were touching me so..."

"G-get the fuck off me. I don't want to feel your—your tiny little dick," I manage to assert, though my words waver slightly.

"Tiny? You wanna see if it's tiny or not, doll?" His husky whisper sends a shiver down my spine, the underlying challenge in his words impossible to ignore.

"No," I mumble, my voice trembling. "Get off and go do whatever you need to do to get rid of that shit," I command.

"Wanna help me out with that, doll?" Jungkook purposes.

"No!" I screech. "Get your fucking horny ass off me and go to the bathroom. Now."

"Jeez, wifey," Jungkook remarks in a somewhat teasing manner as he rises from his position.

"Do not call me that." I demand.

"Okay, wifey," Jungkook taunted, a smirk dancing on his lips as he sauntered over to the closet. My eyes follow him as he retrieves his clothes, tracing the contours of his bare back with a mixture of fascination and annoyance, my gaze lingering on him momentarily before refocusing.

Jungkook walks back in, clothes in his hand. "You sure you don't want to join me, doll?"

"Fucking go." I huff. Jungkook grins and walks into the bathroom.