Detonate Me, Granulate Me | BTS

Chapter 22

Taehyung, being Taehyung, gets addicted to ridiculous animations from thousands of years ago and discovers some kind of hidden aptitude for imitating the exact same corny lines from those animations. Maybe in a past life, he could've been a movie star or something, but now, he just makes do with bursting out into melodramatic renditions of lines from Olden Masterpieces.

"I'm hurt because of you!" Taehyung shouts, pounding his chest like a gorilla. This time round, he's discovered some kind of dancing movie, the kind that had been so popular during the early 2000s, and he's busy imitating the dance moves to said movie right now. "You are so bad to me!"

"Okay," Jungkook says, not looking up from his lunch. Why Taehyung chooses lunchtime to show off his newfound skills, Jungkook has no fucking clue, but it sure makes lunch every day entertaining, if not really weird. "Okay, Taehyung."

"You're no fun," Taehyung whines, pouting at Jungkook. Jimin muffles a snort, watching as Taehyung slinks up to Jungkook and tugs at Jungkook's sleeve. "Come on, do it with me!"

Jungkook sighs and puts his fork down. "What are you up to now? Did you discover another one of those 2D cartoon people videos about ancient ball games? Are you going to make me play, what was it called again... volleyball? With Namjoon's experimental sphere again? We're lucky we didn't break that damn thing."

"Naw, just a little acting. Come on! Hey, handsome bastard!" Taehyung shouts, grabbing the collar of Jungkook's shirt. "Are you fucking around with me?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes. If Taehyung wants Jungkook to play, then Jungkook will play alright.

"Yah," Jungkook shouts, grabbing Taehyung's hand and throwing it off his shirt. Jimin lets out a bark of laughter at Taehyung's shocked face, and Jungkook smirks. "What are you doing, you ugly trash baby?"

"Okay, I don't want to play anymore," Taehyung says, running over to Jimin, who's laughing his ass off, and Jungkook grins as Taehyung makes a mock-hurt face at Jimin. "Jiminnie, look, he's bullying me."

Jimin flicks Taehyung's forehead, pulling out the seat next to him. "Just sit down and eat your lunch, idiot," he says, and Taehyung quietly obeys, shoveling the fried rice into his mouth.

The three of them get more and more accustomed to the morphs. Now, Jungkook finds that it doesn't hurt as much, that he can control the Lynx inside him when he's in his animal form, and even the heat that comes rushing in afterwards is more bearable, more manageable. Honestly, it gives Jungkook an excuse to seek out Jimin and Taehyung afterwards, gives him an excuse to press up against them, drink them in, and for that, Jungkook is glad, because he'd never be able to admit to their faces that sometimes, he wants this, wants the closeness, wants their touches, even without the heat driving him to action.

But all of this, the morphing, the insatiable heat, takes a toll on their bodies. Sometimes, when Jungkook's in his heat, Jimin will be too worn out to help, having just recovered from his own heat, and it's left up to Taehyung to bring Jungkook down from his high, with his familiar touch and years of practiced partnership. Sometimes, Jungkook will be the one too worn out, and he'll sit up in the lounge room and curl up for a catnap while Taehyung and Jimin go at it in the bedroom below.

This time, though, Jungkook's just finished his seventh morph—his most successful one yet, he'd been able to hold form for an hour before losing the edges of control over the Lynx—and he's just reverted back to his Hybrida form. He can feel the familiar burning in the pit of his stomach again, the desperate hotness welling up inside, and he searches the room only to find Taehyung curled up on the sofa in the corner, snoozing away.