jeon jeongguk couldn't wonder more! how could perfectionist kim namjoon could've an asshole cousin like kim taehyung? it was notifying how much he liked one & despised the other. well feelings were mutual in hate's case.
until one of the them start...
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"And you said you weren't making out?" Jeongguk scoffed. His arms—bulky, wrapped around his chest ( again bulky ) ever so contemptuously. Dear God, Taehyung couldn't remember the last time he thought that chest, moreover of man appearing this exquisite.
"I wasn't." He didn't know when he got in sexual terms with the younger, well it wasn't mutual at least. The only thing the younger felt about him were—rage and infuriation, he was sure of that certain fact. Although, when among the lines he again came under feeling extreme rush of hormones after looking at the younger, he wasn't so sure about that one though.
"You were jerking-off really. How do we put this, after ride wood?" He didn't miss the way his eyes travel onto his lower region—that minutes away he was almost at the death's door to hide away from those certain pair of eyes. Perhaps, now the problem was solved so it wasn't that much of a big issue.
"I'm not existing to answer you," he snickered in the best offensive manner he could afford at the time, when realistically he was more on the flustered sides of emotions—Jesus, why wouldn't he be? Jeongguk was sitting on the bed. On the bed!
Those flashbacks were entering back again in his mind like they never really left: from the way he'd grabbed Jeongguk's thighs while kissing all over them to his lewdly spectating eyes directly gazing onto his as he suc— "I-If that's what you're here for, then just-t go away." He was in an urgent need for some action, he'd to get his mind off from that subject for god sake.
"Whatever, I came to ask about Namjoon. Where is he?" The younger asked as he widened his eyes. Eyes.
"Why the fuck I'll know about that? It should be you assisting him all the time." The younger sighed, flipping his hand on his strands as he stood up, heading towards his direction.
"Kim, Just tell me. Will you?" Why his voice was suddenly so low and deep? Why in the hell he was using his Busan accent now? " I know, you know."
"He'll be here tomorrow. He was needed somewhere today." He nodded, giving a suspicious look before finally getting out of the room. Taehyung let out the breath he didn't actually register when he begun to hold, well again stiffing back when Jeongguk again entered the room, coming closer by a diameter until his lips were centimeters away from his.
It all fall so rushed and simultaneously slow motioned as Jeongguk whispered something into his ears, again using his Busan accent: "Your moans sounded sexy."
What the actual fuck?
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"Tae, where's your focus?" His coach shouted at him as he again for the fifth time in the row missed the ball getting into his direction, like he were to be some rookie in the game when on the serious note he'd been playing since he was six.
Taehyung was supposed to be their team's one of the best, so his coach getting frustrated from the amount of frivolity he was showing today at the field wasn't really an offensive subject rather something sort of a reminder.
