Right One

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐱

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After the fateful event in morning, now everyone sat in the dining table, waiting patiently for the maids to serve food.

Namjoon had left for his house after his friend Ho-seok, as is hobi, called, Eunwoo had just returned home back,  junghyun had invited Jimin and Yoongi to the mansion, recieving a positive reply that they'd be there at evening.

Now all of them, Mr and Mrs Kim and Jeon, Junghyun, Hyerin, Eunwoo, Irene, Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook, ready to dog into the food as soon as it gets served. Oh- did i forget to mention that Jungkook is sitting on his all time customized the most expensive chair that no one but only he can afford? And it's Taehyung's lap we are talking about by the way.

The atmosphere was quite, not an eerily quite type because the sound of plates being served and maids rushing here and there still lingered in the air.

Jungkook was sitting comfortably on Taehyung's lap, playing with— well, Taehyung's shirt collar. Mm.. the colour is very unique. One of Taehyung's arm was loosely wrapped around his waist, caressing it, giving a nice amount of pressure where needed, while he himself watched his bun fiddling with his shirt, out of nervousness. He was biting his bottom lip, nibbling and torturing it with those sharp bunny teeth of his, making it more redder and swollen than before.

The baggy white t-shirt, hanging loosely around his frame, falling off his shoulder once in a while, giving everyone a nice view of his pretty slender neck and collarbone filled with numerous hickies and bruises, looking dark purple in colour and some of them are angry red- indicating they're freshly made, maybe before an hour or two. Taehyung adjusted Jungkook's shirt everytime it fell off, not wanting anyone else to look at his bun. Possessive? Very.

Everyone in the dining had a neutral expression expect Irene and Eunwoo.

Eunwoo opened his mouth to say something but stopped when the head maid arrived and started serving. He waited for him to finish and when he did, Eunwoo quickly dismissed him, asking him to leave.

Looking at Eunwoo's gesture, everyone had different types of expression plastered on their faces, like- sympathy, pity, curiosity, mischievous, guilty, nervous and many more of them, and all of them were caused towards the young couple, Kim Taehyung and Kim Jungkook.

Jungkook gulped audibly at the looks he got from others and clutched onto Taehyung's shirt tighter.

"W-why y'all are looking at us l-like we committed some big cr-crime?" He shifted a little on Taehyung's lap and peeked his head from Taehyung's shoulder to take a look at others but quickly his himself again when he noticed the expressionless look on Eunwoo.

Wow!

Man looked scary.

Nope. Bunny's not gonna look at that. Bunny only looks at good things. Mm.. think about nice and pretty things, for like- bunny, Taehyungie hyungie hyung, hyungie's lips, hyungie's smile, hyungie's voice, hyungie's tongue, hyungie's dic— welp!

Jungkook slapped himself in his mind and immediately shifted on Taehyung's lap again, trying to find a more comfortable position. He looked around only to find everyone looking at him with wide open eyes and mouth. There were perfect shaped jaws are dropping on the ground. Mm.. interesting. "Wh-what happened?" The question left unanswered but Jungkook wanted answer. He looked at Taehyung and tilted his head confusingly, a silent gesture to let him know that he, really, is utterly confused.

"Uh-"

Before Taehyung could say something Mr Kim interrupted, saying, "Bun, your thoughts were very much loud, learn to keep your thoughts in that pretty little coconut head of yours,  and not on your mouth." Jungkook's hand went flying to his mouth, purely shocked as he registered those words. Did he- did he really thought out loud? Thank heavens he didn't completed the word dick!