The A.I

Chapter 6

Taehyung quickly hangs up his phone and jolts out of bed. Running a hand through his hair he brushes his teeth while throwing on the first thing he finds in his closet, not caring if it's one of his DIY home projects or a dress shirt. He almost falls twice when he attempts to put his socks on while walking to the bathroom, finally conceding that he may not be a multitalented as he thought. He doesn't realize he's making suck a ruckus in his hurry until Chris's groggy voice filters into the open bathroom.

"Tae?" Taehyung pops his bed head out from the bathroom, before practically throwing the toothbrush into its holder before walking out. "What's going on?"

"Sorry babe," He replies without looking up from buttoning his shirt. "Jimin called with an emergency." Scanning the now messy bedroom floor, Taehyung looks for his belt, letting out a happy 'Hah!' when he find it under their dresser.

"But it's Sunday!" Chris's voice is soft and sad and Taehyung feels terrible. It's been forever since they've spent more than a day without fighting, let alone had sex. Even though parts of Friday had been rough with the party, Saturday was amazing. They had spent the entire day together, watching movies and teasing each other until their bodies eventually graduated together in needy touches. They'd been at it for hours, panting and moaning in pleasure as Taehyung brought him to the edge over and over between wrinkled sheets and hot kisses. They'd taken a nap, passed out from content exhaustion until Chris woke them up to change the dirty sheets and shower, almost bringing Taehyung to his knees with the hot suction of his mouth against the wet tiles before falling under the sheets at 3 in the morning. Even now, his boyfriend looks delicious. Dark hickies from his lips colors the pale flesh of his neck and torso exposed as he shifts to sit up, lips still swollen from their activates, face glowing with post-sex delight. God, Taehyung's tempted to crawl back between the sheets, and maybe his legs and give him a proper good morning. But then his phone vibrates again, this time from his father. Even though he's not supposed to return to the office until tomorrow morning, Jimin had called in a panic, saying that Yoongi was hurt pretty badly during the pipers mission and his entire system might need rebooting. Normally, Taehyung trusts his team to fix whatever problems they encounter but Jimin was adamant he come in person. Plus, if the mission went as badly as Jimin made it sound, then what about Jeongguk? And Seokjin? Are they alright? Ugh, this is too much after only three hours of sleep.

"I'm sorry, I really wish I could stay in bed. But I'll promise to be home by lunch." Taehyung walks to the bed to press a kiss to his pouting lips before gently pushing him against the pillows. "It's only six so go back to sleep. I promise I'll be home before you even get out of bed." He says with a wink, groaning when strong arms pull him into the warm body and god, Taehyung's never been more annoyed with his job than now. Still, the sooner he leaves the sooner he can return. He reluctantly pulls back, meeting Chris's eyes. There's something there, almost seeming like he wants to say something but instead he removes his arms before turning around and pulling the covers over his head. Taehyung lingers beside the bed, hoping Chris understands how sorry he is, before turning away with a sigh.

He arrives to the piper lab in record time, barely avoiding being run over by a group of mechanics as he steps off the elevator. "Jimin!" He calls, looking for bright pink hair amidst the hustle.

"Tae!" He rushes over to one of the examination tables only to feel his throat close up. Yoongi is lying there with his eyes close, wincing in pain as some of Jimin's crew holds him down, with Jimin sitting on his chest to stop him from sitting up reflexively.

"Fuck! What the hell happened?!" Taehyung exclaims, taking in the way a mess of wires and bolts protrude from where his arm should be, fluid leaking in a thin stream, causing the body to twitch with each spark.