1.2 - 계속 전진하다
jungkook pov
When I woke up the morning after talking with Jimin, I smiled at the warmth secured in my arms, snuggling closer to it. I guess he fell asleep after we talked.
"I didn't know you loved me that much, Jungkook-ah."
"MOM WHAT THE FUCK," I yelped, realizing it was her, immediately scurrying away.
"Language, Jungkook! My lord, is that how you talk in front of Jimin?" I visibly gulped at the mention of the boy. I haven't told my mother about our little incident.
Standing up from the bed, I scratched the back of my neck with my hand awkwardly and exclaimed, "Of course not! He's too special for me to use that kind of language towards him," I trailed off, in a daze just because of speaking about Park Jimin.
"Then why do you talk that way towards me? I'm your mother!" the small woman exclaimed, black hair somehow styled to perfection even with just waking up, still snuggled into the blankets as she spoke.
"Because you accept my behavior, always have," I huffed, rolling my eyes in the process, arms falling down to my sides in defeat, as I began my journey downstairs to prepare food for breakfast.
"Jeon Jungkook, where are you going?" I heard my mother's high pitched voice ring from upstairs.
"To make breakfast!" I yelled out, hoping that she could hear my voice from upstairs.
Assuming from the silence afterwards, I guess she did hear.
Walking into the kitchen, I contemplated on what to make for myself and my mother before my phone rang out.
My brows raised in surprise, searching profusely for the ringing device, hands rummaging through drawers in the counter drawers, fingertips grazing over table tops, until I found it.
On the screen a few irrelevant messages and notifications displayed except for the two that mattered -
Chonsa - (at 10:00 pm, yesterday) i left. after we talked for a few hours, you passed out from crying. i felt bad so i carried you up to your room and tucked you in. text me when you get this.
Taebae - (at 9:00 am, today) Hey. I miss you. We should do the thing we did at that party again ;)
What the actual fuck. Did Taehyung want to have sex with me again? Did I want to have sex with him? No, I definitely didn't. I had Jimin, and he was more than enough, better than sex. But in the back of my mind, I can't help but miss the feel of Taehyung's warm, tan skin against mine, and how it felt inside of him.
I texted Jimin back with a -
me - (at 10:00 am, today) thank you for that, chonsa
me - (at 10:00 am, today) i woke up with my mom in my bed
And I also replied to Taehyung with a -
me - (at 10:01 am, today) what? you want to have sex?
me - (at 10:02 am, today) you can't tell jimin, i just miss sex
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taehyung pov
"Shut up Hobie, I'm not gonna suck you off," I groaned for just about the millionth time, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
"But you totally would though," the older of the two laughed, rolling over of his bed to face me.
"Would not," I teased playfully, turning away from my hyung's warm presence.
I heard his soft whining noises, his soft fingertips grazing the back of my arm, hot breath fanning my neck, goosebumps arising all over my body.
"You sure about that?" his husky voice whispered into my ear, arm wrapping around my small frame, practically spooning me.
"Fuck Hobi, stop it," I whispered harshly, my body disobeying me by snuggling further back into him.
"Taehyung," he moaned into my ear, crotch rubbing against my ass.
I couldn't help but get turned on by this action. Suddenly feeling my pants begin to tighten, I instinctively rubbed my ass back into his crotch, letting out a little moan in the process.
Almost immediately, Hoseok flipped up over, him hovering over me, looking into my eyes with his entrancing hazel colored orbs. He smiled his infamous Hoseok smile, all white teeth and glimmering eyes and said, "Wanna just make out and get each other off?"
Fuck. This boy knew everything that I wanted. "Definitely," I sighed out in content as he immediately placed his vanilla flavored lips on mine, savoring the feeling of the plump flesh rubbing against mine.
Not forgetting about the text I sent to Jungkook. Or the reply I read from him. Who knew he could be such an unloyal boyfriend? Then again, he'd probably have sex with a fucking grapefruit if he could. Maybe I could bang both of them, if I'm lucky.
End.
