Nightfall [hiatus]

17) wrong impression

t a e h y u n g

rubbing his feet together, taehyung listened to jungkook moving around in his room as his eyes focused on his fiddling fingers. he, now, sat in jungkook's grey sweatpants, his jizz stained pants now discarded in the bottom of his backpack.

"why are you not speaking?"

startled, he glanced up at jungkook quick before hurriedly bowed his head again. a chuckle sounded from jungkook which made his cheeks to heated more.

indeed, he was more than embarrassed than any other shy kids could ever be on their first day of school. he didn't know how he lost control of himself and just 'finished' from a few plays jungkook did.

shit taehyung why are you like this

he flinched when jungkook kissed his forehead and sat close to him on the bed - yes, jungkook's bed. him being constantly shy after his that little act and not able to find his voice, jungkook said nothing and just carried him to his room which jimin had shown him before.

taehyung's eyes widened at the thought.

oh my god ! jimin !

"jungkook! my phone! my phone! where is it?"

"for what?"

flustered by taehyung's sudden outburst, jungkook gave him a confused stare, his eyes following every movements taehyung did who was fumbling the things in his backpack.

"found it."

he unlocked his phone and dialled jimin's number immediately. only a few rings passed before a loud shriek came out from the other line.

"fucking kim taehyung! where the fuck you went?"

grimacing, taehyung pulled away the phone from his ear while jungkook still stared at him, amused.

"your queen is fine. don't shout."

"balls queen! where are you?"

"kook's room."

the call went dead after that. dazed, taehyung blinked at the screen. he squealed when the door burst opened and took a grip at the nearest thing which happened to be jungkook's leg since he's sitting on the floor to find his phone while jungkook sat on the bed.

"I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU BOTH AFT- THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!"

the couple blankly stared at jimin who had stopped screaming and gaped at them in horror. taehyung bat his eyelids before looking up at jungkook and cursed when it hit him (not knowing jungkook had a hard time restraining himself from pinning him under instant 'cause of his little eye battings and shit)

he was in between jungkook's parting legs, his hand gripping on those damn thighs did surely gave jimin wrong impression.

"it's not what you think!"

"don't fuck with me! you smell like sex!"

"i do not!"

"you want me to belive that?! when - "

"what if we do something? it's none of your business." feeling irritated, jungkook spoke up which made the other boys look at him. "and how many times do i fucking have to remind you to knock the damn door?!"

jungkook raised his voice and taehyung cowered, finding it hard to gulp the saliva down his throat as he backed away from jungkook. reddish shade flashed inside jungkook's pupils and no, that was not sweet and gentle kook he knew.