Book Of Tease

Shower II

After a few minutes, Taehyung emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, still trying to shake off the flustered heat lingering in his cheeks. He threw a wary glance at Jungkook, who was still lounging casually on the bed, but to his relief, the teasing seemed to have subsided for the moment.

"Your turn," Taehyung muttered, gesturing toward the bathroom. "And don't take too long."

Jungkook arched an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "No promises," he said, pushing himself up from the bed with an easy grace. But instead of heading out of Taehyung's room to his own, he strode right into the bathroom attached to Taehyung's room.

Taehyung's eyes widened, a spark of panic flaring in his chest. "Wait-what are you doing? Your room is right down the hall!" he protested, pointing toward the door.

Jungkook just shrugged as he stepped inside the bathroom, turning back to give Taehyung a playful look. "It's more convenient here," he said casually, his tone almost innocent-almost. "Besides, you don't mind, do you, Tae?"

Taehyung's jaw dropped, and he scrambled to find a retort, but Jungkook had already closed the door, leaving him standing there, speechless and flustered all over again. He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his damp hair. "Unbelievable..."

He tried to distract himself while Jungkook showered, but he couldn't help but feel nervous with the knowledge that the younger man was just behind the door. It wasn't long before the water shut off, and Taehyung heard the door creak open again.

Jungkook emerged, steam trailing after him, his hair dripping wet and a towel slung low around his hips, water droplets glistening on his bare chest. He smirked as he caught sight of Taehyung, who immediately turned away, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment.

"J-Jungkook!" Taehyung stammered, facing the wall. "C-Couldn't you have... I don't know, put on some clothes before coming out?"

Jungkook chuckled, thoroughly amused by Taehyung's reaction. "Oh, don't worry, Tae. I'm already wearing a shirt now," he said, his voice dripping with playful innocence.

Taehyung hesitated, his cheeks still burning, but he cautiously turned back around. As soon as he did, his face went from pink to a deep shade of cardinal red. Jungkook was still very much shirtless, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that practically radiated mischief.

"You-you lied!" Taehyung sputtered, covering his eyes with his hand again. He felt his heart leap into his throat, his mind a whirlwind of panic and embarrassment.

Jungkook's laughter filled the room, warm and teasing. "You're just too easy to mess with, you know that?" He then turned abruptly and ran out of Taehyung's room, still very much shirtless, the sound of his laughter trailing behind him as he sprinted down the hallway to his own room.

Taehyung blinked in confusion, lowering his hands slightly as he watched Jungkook dash away. He was only starting to feel the rush of relief when, a few minutes later, Jungkook reappeared. This time, he was at least wearing a pair of sweatpants-but his chest was still bare. He held a shirt loosely in one hand, a cheeky grin curling his lips.

"Hey, Tae, could you do me a favor?" Jungkook asked, stepping closer. Before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook tossed the shirt to him. "Mind helping me put this on?"

Taehyung stared at the shirt in his hands, then back up at Jungkook, who was leaning in with that infuriatingly smug look on his face. The blush that had barely begun to fade from Taehyung's cheeks flared back up, this time deepening into a rich shade of amaranth.

"You-you can put it on yourself!" Taehyung managed to stammer out, his voice cracking slightly. He thrust the shirt back at Jungkook, but the younger man just stepped even closer, closing the distance between them.

"Come on, Tae," Jungkook drawled, leaning in until their faces were just inches apart. "I thought you might like a little... hands-on experience."

Taehyung's mind went completely blank, his breath catching in his throat. He could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response. And before he could react, Jungkook gently took one of Taehyung's hands, guiding it toward the hem of the shirt.

As Taehyung's fingers brushed against Jungkook's bare skin, he felt a jolt like electricity shoot through him. His hands trembled slightly as they grazed the warmth of Jungkook's chest, feeling the faint beat of his heart beneath. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sensation of the smooth skin under his fingertips as he clumsily lifted the shirt over Jungkook's arms.

Jungkook's breath hitched at the touch, but he hid his reaction behind a smirk, watching Taehyung's face as it turned an even deeper shade of red. Taehyung's fingers fumbled with the fabric, brushing over Jungkook's collarbone, then trailing down his sides as he tried to get the shirt to settle properly.

"Y-You're impossible," Taehyung muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper as he struggled to keep his composure. His cheeks burned, and his hands trembled with every small movement. He finally managed to tug the shirt down over Jungkook's chest, but the lingering feel of Jungkook's skin seemed to imprint itself on his mind, leaving him dizzy with embarrassment.

Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound rich and amused, and he let his gaze linger on Taehyung's flustered expression. He tilted his head, letting his hair fall messily across his eyes as he gazed down at Taehyung. "Thanks, Tae," he murmured as the shirt finally settled over his chest, though he made no effort to step back or give Taehyung space. "You're the best."

Taehyung hurriedly stepped back, his face a brilliant shade of amaranth, his hands still trembling slightly from the close proximity. He turned on his heel, retreating toward the corner of the room, desperate to calm his racing heart. But even as he tried to catch his breath, he couldn't help but hear Jungkook's quiet chuckle behind him, sending another wave of warmth through his cheeks.

Jungkook, meanwhile, stretched his arms above his head, feeling the brush of Taehyung's lingering touch on his skin, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glanced over his shoulder at Taehyung, who was trying-and failing-to hide his flushed face. "You're really cute when you're all flustered, you know that?" he teased, enjoying the way Taehyung's blush only deepened in response.