pretty boy | taekook

save me

chapter twenty-one ;; save me
jeongguk's perspective
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He was so close to me. Our thighs touch and graze in a failed attempt to somehow make me interested on the idea of kissing him. We were meant to be playing video games, not have a make out session. I don't think I'd enjoy his hands on my hips or plump lips slicked against my own. I know I wouldn't.

Jimin wasn't paying attention to the video game. His bottom half of the screen constantly flashed a 'GAME OVER' from staring over, and I never realized my face could be so interesting. I didn't know what Jimin was thinking about, but I could get a rough idea of what his plans were, and it made my palms sweaty at the thought.

I carefully put down the extremely warm console controller and grab my phone that laid next to me. The glitter moved down as it got picked up, but my eyes averted away from the pretty occurrence and went back to my heavily important task.

Taehyung told me to text him if anything were to happen, and so I was telling him to come soon. It was funny how things seemed to patch up so quickly. What a great rebound we had. Except something still felt so off. We were a boat with a few small holes, our crew doing all they could to frantically patch them up.

to: taehyungie
please come here soon. jimin might-

"Who are you texting?" A curious and boyish voice asks from next to me. I glance over to see Jimin's orange hair falling into his face while he looks over, trying to get a view of my phone screen. I personally felt like it was none of his business. But it was evident that lying was the only option.

to: taehyungie
please come hear soon. jimin might try something...
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I wish that my pleading could be heard through the pixilated words. My senses were banging on the walls of my brain, begging to be saved from their locked cells and shouting for mercy. It wasn't necessarily inappropriate as in sexualized, but it wasn't right. The whole thing made my aura feel offset.

Taehyung never responded, but I knew that he was on his way, easing some of my anxiety as I lock my phone, the satisfying click sounding in the silence. Fearful eyes meet Jimin's close ones, breathing through parted lips, the kind when you're in a haunted house and don't know what else is bound to come barreling down the dark hallway.

"It was just Seokjin." My wavering voice outright lies. Dryness consumed my throat in a viscous way, making it feel scratchy and burn. Claws were being dragged down my pharynx and trachea at the moment.

"What was he asking about?" Apparently, both of our controllers had fallen onto the floor, making it impossible for me to pick mine up and start the game to distract Jimin from this position. The only escape route was through Taehyung who wasn't here just yet. There's still a well set ten minutes to sit through which seemed to drag out more and more as the ticking from my clock went.

"If I had done my homework," lying has become easier, I've realized, especially when lying to Jimin. It hurt to say the words, but the truth sometimes hurts.

"Mm," he hums, drawing closer to me.

Jimin was practically crawling on top of me. Stupidly, I had accepted all of the hand brushing and pecks on the cheeks received from the latter, so it was only common sense of him to go conjure up at that desire of mine. Only it was not a true accusation, causing me to slide back more and more until my spine hit the arm of my uncomfortable white sofa.

I tried to say his name, to protest the current situation, but it felt like my epiglottis was made to trap the air in my lungs that quivered in fear of Jimin's close face. Both of his hands on either side of me were placed near my waist.