fiendish heart [1]

12 。i love you

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From afar Taehyung judged the lake skeptically, contemplating running back to his hut and hiding there until he was sure the rest of the boys were out of sight. Instead he decided to watch them from where he hid behind a tree trunk. Standing there gave him a vivid image of what it would be like to share a bathing space with them. In the past he had always washed up alone. But now, he was faced with a decision that really would determine his thoughts of the place.

Discretion wasn't in Taehyung's list of skills as he mindlessly peaked out from the tree, staring dumbly like some hormonal teenage boy at Hoseok's toned chest. He had better muscle than his own boyfriend and his tanned skin looked incredible with the droplets of water glistening in the sun. Taehyung groaned when he noticed Hoseok smirking knowingly at him. God, I must look so gay right now. Giving up on his spot, he chose to join the five in the shallow waters.

He averted his gaze when he stripped scrupulously, shifting with discomfort at the sets of eyes watching his every move. A whistle came from another, causing him to jump as he slipped on the edge of the rocks and fell face first into the body of freshwater. He rose to the surface, spluttering and coughing up water, eyes stinging with the sudden intrusion of liquids.

„Aww Yoongi, you scared the poor kid." Taehyung pressed his fingers to his eyes, rubbing them thoroughly to remove the pools that had clung to his lashes. He then stared at the five observing expectantly. It took a moment to figure out what they were waiting for. When he finally did he slammed his palms to the water in a tantrum,

„What the fuck, no! I'm not taking the rest off!" He grabbed his clothes that had fallen in with him, throwing them back to the rocks and staring down at his navy boxers, then back up at the others.

„We have all done it at one point, don't be such a wuss. Consider it a christening, Kim Taehyung, the gay yet prude boy." Taehyung plopped himself down in the water, glowering at Seokjin as he shook his head stubbornly.

„Using a Christian term to refer to a gay man isn't exactly a match made in heaven. I'd rather visit hell then strip in front of any of you." He replied with thick underplays of sass.

„Please, you just did. Must say, it was quite a show." Taehyung's cheeks heated up noticeably, his face going red as he swallowed rather forcefully.

„Shut up..." A chorus of laughter encircled him, only deepening his embarrassment as he silently began to scrub the grime from his body. Not once did he lift his gaze, not even when he heard paddling as someone approached him from behind.

„Hey." Silence. „I was kidding."

„I know." He rose his head to stare at Seokjin, expression dimming when he saw the smirk still present. „What would you have done if I did though?"

„Hmm, would you like details?" The statement brought back the colour to Taehyung's cheeks, Seokjin bursting out in a fit of laughter as he fell onto the younger with force that pushed him to the lake floor. Taehyung felt an odd material come in contact with his thigh, wrapping his fingers around it to identify the object. His face paled at the familiar shape, eyes darting under the murky water as he pulled the prussian blue pouch to the surface. Seokjin caught sight of it immediately, eyebrows raising in interest as he sat back, „What is that?"