She leaned forward and met his soft, plush lips. Her hand trailed up to cup his jaw. His fluffy hair brushed against her forehead. Taehyung made an attempt to pull her jeans down, but she pinched the skin on his hand.
"No," she scolded. "You've been...
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Quite some time passed and Taehyung never brought up his concerns with Iseul. He was too chicken to actually talk to her about it. He didn't want her to laugh in his face and dismiss him as stupid.
Taehyung wasn't the bravest person in the world, but he knew when to man up when times got too dire for him.
"Iseul, what—Jungkook?"
Taehyung dropped his bag by the door and watched as Jungkook topped Iseul.
The two of them were on the couch together. Jungkook straddled Iseul and held her wrists above her head. Iseul seemed flustered and tired, while Jungkook seemed fine and barely broke a sweat.
Jungkook smiled. "Hyung, you're finally home! I told you I'd make it up to you, remember?"
"I—what? How is this making it up to me?"
"I contacted Iseul and told her you wanted to talk to her. Things got a little out of hand. I had to get her into the mood for you before you got home. I kinda did it, Hyung," Jungkook explained.
"Jungkook is—uh—a very talented person," Iseul replied, swallowing the saliva stuck in her throat along with her pride.
Jungkook grinned. "Would you like to join us, Hyung? I did all of this for you."
"Jungkook, you can't just force someone to suddenly—" Taehyung waved his arms around "—this!"
"It's not force if she enjoyed it and let me do what I wanted to do. Besides, I had a good talk with Iseul. She's been wanting to fuck you again."
Iseul hit her shoulder against the couch angrily as her wrists were held against the pillow by Jungkook's one hand. His other hand was resting on Iseul's lower stomach. He was in the process of trying to grab her boob, but Taehyung ruined the moment.
"Hey, Tae, how's it going? Wanna watch?" Iseul suggested.
"I—what? Do I want to what?"
Jungkook sighed. "Do you want to watch us make out?"
"Come sit in front of us, Taehyung. You get front row seats. That is, if you're fine with it," Iseul said. "I can leave if you want. But, I did come for you, Taehyung," Iseul said.
