✔ || Save Me [[SEQUEL to DISTRACT ME]]

Chapter 32

Taehyung couldn't seem to wipe off his shit-eating smirk as he sat across from Jeongguk. The maknae did his best to ignore him, putting way too much focus into his cereal, as the elder gazed at him with his chin resting in his hand. But after a few minutes of silent staring, Taehyung's arrogant little smile finally got to him, and Jeongguk set his spoon down and snapped, "What?"

"Nothing," Taehyung said quickly, but his smile stayed right there on his stupid, gorgeous face. Jeongguk frowned and the older boy straightened, flipping his palms up in surrender. "You're just cute, that's all."

Indignance made Jeongguk's eyes narrow into a glare that probably only proved Taehyung right. However, he still said in the most authoritative voice he could muster, "How so?"

"You're just so sensitive," Taehyung snickered. "My naughty baby boy, coming in his pants before I even touch him."

Balling his hands into fists, Jeongguk snapped, "Okay, that's it."

Before Taehyung could respond, Jeongguk jumped up and snatched his arm, marching him to their bedroom where he all but threw him on the bed.

"I'm not -" Jeongguk pounced on top of him, clawing off the elder's shirt "- cute. And that was one hundred percent your fault."

"What was?" Taehyung asked innocently, smirking. "Oh, you mean when you came in your sleep like a horny teenager? You're telling me that you came in your own pants, and that's somehow my fault?"

Jeongguk bristled. "I'm going to kick your ass."

"I was hoping you'd fuck my ass," Taehyung said, wiggling his eyebrows.

The maknae gagged, "What are you, twelve?"

"Three," Taehyung giggled, holding up the corresponding number of fingers. Then, his frown betraying his nervousness, he asked, "Are you down or not?"

Wow, he's so romantic. How did I get such a poet?

Jeongguk was, of course, being sarcastic. As he smirked to himself, his eyes dropped to the bulge in Taehyung's pants.

He could work with this.

"Is that what you want, baby?" Jeongguk growled, heat pooling in his stomach at the mewl Taehyung released at the nickname.

"Uh, duh," the elder rolled his eyes. "Why do you think I'm being a brat?"

Jeongguk's eyebrows shot skyward. "Did you mean for that to sound as kinky as it did?"

Taehyung huffed irritatedly, hands roaming under Jeongguk's t-shirt. "Jesus, Kook, yes."

Excitement bubbled in the maknae's chest. "We haven't switched in awhile."

"We haven't done anything in awhile," Taehyung whined. "Stop being shy for two minutes and fuck me."

Jeongguk didn't need to be told twice. He snatched Taehyung's hands out from under his shirt and pinned them by his head on the pillow, twining their fingers together as he bent to press a deep kiss to Taehyung's needy lips. "Tell me -" kiss "- if you get -" kiss "- uncomfortable."

"As long as you don't go easy on me," Taehyung responded, eyes glinting, "I won't."

Jeongguk lifted himself up on his hands and knees, boxing Taehyung in between his limbs, and tilted his head to the side. The boy's shaggy black hair brushed past his brows, framing his dark, begging eyes. His cheeks were flushed with need, and his bare chest was already heaving. Damn. Licking his lips, Jeongguk mumbled, "You're so sexy."