Illegal (vkook/taekook fanfic)

6 ~ The Slut and a Hard On

{A/N: The words in bold are to be emphasized. So if your reading aloud or in your mind just emphasize those words to ... well to make it more fun??? I don't know what I'm doing here. I hope you enjoy the chapter :)}

Taehyung's P.O.V.

After we were in our seats I released Jungkook.

"What the fuck was that about Taehyung," Jungkook spat out quietly.

"Don't associate with the slut," I stated.

"Oh please. Since when did you start to care about who I hung out with?" Jungkook asked.

"Since you started talking to a girl who's obviously kissing up to you so she can fuck you senseless," I said sharply.

"Did you ever think that that might be what I want?" Jungkook whispered.

"I-" I started.

"Please. You don't have an ounce of empathy. It's all about you isn't it?!" Jungkook said sternly.

Before I could reply our teacher walked through the door as the bell rang. Every time I tried to talk with Jungkook the teacher spoke up. I sighed internally. I never thought that Jungkook might be straight. Whenever I did I just dismissed the thought, because I frankly wanted him.

I got a text from Jiminie and I saw Jungkook shift uncomfortably in his chair. I shut down my phone and stared ahead.

After class was nearly over The Slut came over to Jungkook and I. 

"Do you need any help Jungkook-ah?" she whispered.

I groaned internally.

"Not at the moment Grace, but if I ever need anything I'll call you," Jungkook said in a dark and raspy voice.

His voice did things to my cock and I shifted in my chair to try and hide the bulge that was seeking Jungkook's attention.

"Ms. Eun? May I go to the washroom please," I asked,

"Sure Taehyung," Ms. Eun smiled.

I left the room in a hurry so no one would notice my hard on. Now out of all the times I could've gotten one!

Jungkook's P.O.V.

After Taehyung left I got bored of Grace, but she wouldn't leave after I politely tried giving her a piece of my mind. I took out my water bottle and unscrewed the top. Grace came over to the other side of the desk and tripped over Taehyung's bag. She bumped into me which caused me to spill all my water over my clothes.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"Mr. Jeon? Is there troubl-" Ms. Eun started.

"May I go to the washroom?" I asked desperate to get out of class.

"Hurry on then," she said eyeing my wet clothes.

I located the closest washroom and walked in to the sounds of grunts and moans. There was only one other man in the washroom.