Wet Dreams and Stuttered Confessions

Stuttered Confessions

After a long talk with your dad, two trips to the store for popsicles and mac n' cheese, and five episodes of Supernatural, you texted Taehyung back. It was one in the morning, but you knew he'd be awake. It was Friday, for Lucifer's sake.

(1:06) You: hey... i'm really sorry about earlier.

You sent the message and switched your phone to Pandora, placing it on the counter of your sink before stripping down for a well-needed shower.

Forty minutes and too many angsty songs later, you stepped out of the steamy room, a fluffy black towel wrapped around your middle. You flipped the radio off and looked at Taehyung's messages, smiling at his apparently instantaneous response.

(1:06) Weirdo: if u apologize one more fuckin time, i'm going to come over there just to stab u.

(1:52) You: if u stab me, i won't be able to share any popsicles with u. XP

After pressing send, you again abandoned the device to get dressed in a sports bra and boyshorts, curling up in bed when you were finished. The light flashed on your phone, notifying you of Taehyung's reply.

(1:53) Weirdo: jesus u take long showers.
(1:53) Weirdo: and shit ur right.

(1:58) You: aren't i always?
(1:58) You: and how did u know i was showering?

(1:59) Weirdo: the only reason u ever take that long to answer is showering or frickin urself
(2:00) Weirdo: and i'm p sure that you don't frick urself that long ever

Your cheeks heated and you stared at the text, not really know how to respond because he was talking about you masturbating and oh, god the images are coming back again fuck-

(2:03) Weirdo: actually, considering ur newest obsession, i wouldn't be surprised if it took you that long.
(2:03) Weirdo: i am quite the looker, after all

You literally shrieked and shut your phone off, taking five minutes to calm down before going into your contacts and closing your eyes as you pressed 'call'. After two rings, the call picked up.

"Yes, hello, 'tis the Taehyung."

"I will fucking stab you, Kim Taehyung. What the fuck was that?!"

"I true statement? I'm hot as fuck, [Y/N] even your dream state knows that, apparently."

Cue a garbled and confused mess of sounds from you.

"How can you just say that?! I literally just fucking told you about that and you fucking-" You paused, taking a deep breath. "Don't joke about that, you ass. It's awkward enough."

You heard him chuckle, a shiver raking down your spine without you wanting it to because stop being attracted to this assmuncher, body.

"I'm trying to lighten it. Comedic relief helps everything. Not my fault you have a lady boner for me~"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," You said, a monotonous sound that perfectly described your feelings at the moment.

"Apparently, you like saying that lot to me. In your dreams, of course."

"Kim. Motherfucking. Taehyung-"

"I have a new middle name? Cool."

"Oh, my god, can I please have a serious conversation with you?"

He snickered before clearing his throat and you could hear his grin over the phone.

"Fine. Bore me."

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, falling back on your bed and groaning exasperatedly.

"I just wanted to say that I don't want this to be awkward again. When Monday comes along, I just want to be able to talk to you without you being... weirded out by this..."

"Who said I was weirded out?"

"Your face when I told you," You murmured, picking at your pillow's threads. "You looked like I just shot your dog in front of you."

Taehyung was silent for a few moments before he sighed.

"Trust me, I'm not weirded out, babe. Just... It's kind of hard to explain."

You rolled your eyes.

"So is your theory on Mario's psychopathy, but you seem to manage just fine with that," He brought your hand up to bite at the dead skin on your fingertips. "Just tell me."

Again, he was silent, and you could again feel his emotions through the line. He seemed... Scared, judging by his breathing and his never-before-seen silence.

"I just..." He sighed, "I really fucking like you. This sounds like a K-Drama, but for real, the only real reason I started talking to you in fucking fourth grade was because you were cute, and then you ended up being a hilarious and nice person and I kind of just pushed my crush to the furthest corner in my mind. And then..."

"...And then?" You prompted, your voice coming out shaky because holy fucking shit what? He liked you? Likes? Aaaa?

"And then you hit puberty and I hit puberty and you got fucking hot and I wasn't ready.

You laughed. Honest to god, you laughed at the absurdity of that because you looked like a boiled potato. And then you kind of realized that he basically just admitted that he's been heart-eyeing you for six years. No way.

"You... You, like. You got over it, right? I mean, you've been so many people..." You trailed off, hoping he understood what you were saying.

(Un)fortunately, he did.

"Because I was pretty damned sure you didn't like me. I mean, you didn't even know you, quote-unquote, 'liked' me until your mind slapped you with my dick."

God damn it, this was serious for like five minutes.

"I slept with those people and got in relationships because I was trying to move on before you could reject me... God, we sound so stereotypical."

You laughed again and nodded.

"Yeah... Yeah, we really do." You smiled and curled up on your side, holding your phone to your ear.

"Do you wanna maybe... Come over tomorrow? I really wanna hug you, but my dad would kill me if he found out you came over at like two in the morning," You paused. "And, yes, he would find out, Taehyung, don't even try it."

He sighed and you could hear his pout.

"Fine... I'll be there." You grinned widely and softly giggled. "Just expect me to kiss you because I've lowkey been waiting for like eight years and you're not fucking stopping me now that I know you want me to."

You flushed and nodded, biting your lip to try (and fail) to stop your smile.

"I guess I won't protest if you do."

He laughed and you felt your heart flutter at the sound, unknowingly having missed it for the past two weeks.

"Alright... You gonna go to bed? You're gonna need your rest."

"Fuck you. And yes. See you tomorrow, Tae."

"See you tomorrow, babe." No, your heart didn't flutter again, fuck you.

You brought the phone from your face and pressed the 'end call' button, rolling over and humming as you shoved your face into the pillow to sleep.