✔ || Distract Me

Chapter 7

Over the next couple of weeks, Taehyung learned how life as a member of BTS worked. He hadn't moved in yet - they were waiting until the paperwork process was done - but that didn't mean that they weren't preparing. A new bed had already been purchased and set up in Jeongguk's room - the maknae had volunteered to get the new roommate after letting Yoongi struggle to politely say, "I really don't want a roommate, much less a noisy one," for a couple minutes. It was the funniest thing he'd seen all day, and Yoongi just rolled his eyes at his dongsaeng's laughter. Taehyung was moving a few things over to his soon-to-be room whenever he could so that it'd be easy to just move in. Jeongguk tried not to put too much thought into the giddiness he felt whenever he looked over and saw Taehyung's random stuffed animals and clothes scattered on the new bed.

And when Jeongguk slept, he experienced even more bliss. Dream-Taehyung was not as happy and smiley as real-Taehyung - he was angrier, more withdrawn, and in pain. But Jeongguk couldn't deny that a shudder of pleasure went through him whenever dream-Taehyung asked to be touched.

He also couldn't deny that the feelings he had in his dreams were starting to seep over into the conscious world. He couldn't ignore it when Taehyung smiled anymore (not that he really ever could). A stab of jealousy overtook him whenever Taehyung gave one of the hyungs his attention instead of Jeongguk. And whenever Taehyung touched him, Jeongguk was nearly blinded by the yearning that overtook him.

It didn't help matters any that Taehyung was clingy. The first time he jumped on Jeongguk's back, the maknae noticed two things. One, Taehyung was incredibly light. As in, how could any human being of his stature be that light? How the hell did he have any muscle at all? Was he actually just skin and bone under his clothes?

And two, Jeongguk really, really liked having his hyung wrapped around his body.

He made it his mission to touch Taehyung as much as possible without it being weird. If he could hug him, he did. If he could find an excuse to tackle him, he did. If he could sit in between his legs as they rested on the floor, he did - hopefully Taehyung couldn't hear his heartbeat spike whenever he wrapped his arms around the maknae's torso.

It seemed like Taehyung had the exact same mission, for he was constantly touching the maknae. Jeongguk's favorite was when he absentmindedly rubbed his ear with those gentle, perfect fingers. The maknae made a conscious effort to wear earrings so that Taehyung would have something to play with.

The first time Taehyung kissed him, Jeongguk was so startled that all he could think to do was shove him away. Thank god that didn't scare him off, or else Jeongguk would have hated himself forever.

It wasn't the type of kiss that Jeongguk was slowly accepting that he wanted. It was a brotherly kiss to the ear and done in passing when Taehyung was hugging him. But Jeongguk understood that he had to take what he could get - he shouldn't have a crush on his hyung, and his hyung most certainly did not have a crush on him back (no matter what his dreams tried to convince him).

"Hyung!" Jeongguk jerked away with a shaky laugh, rubbing his ear on his shoulder to hide his burning face.

Taehyung simply flashed a boxy grin, "Sorry, Kookie, you just make me relaxed."

"And you kiss things that make you relaxed?" Jeongguk asked.

"Only cute things," Taehyung said, reaching forward and pinching Jeongguk's cheek. "Aw, I made the Golden Maknae blush. How cute."

With that, he brushed a quick kiss against Jeongguk warm cheek. Jeongguk batted him away, "H-hyung!"

Taehyung sighed, long and low, and loosely hung his arms around Jeongguk's neck, "You are quite stubborn, aren't you?"