him | taekook

chapter 4

A few drinks later, Seokjin and Namjoon are laughing way too loudly and Jin has already forgotten about the girl he intended to seduce with his charms in the first place. Instead, he thinks he is seducing his supervisor in ways that are probably considered inappropriate. He whispers sweet nothings into his ear and barely refrains from playing with the other's earlobe every time his lips brush against it. Namjoon shudders whenever this happens but does nothing to stop his antics, he even goes as far as to giggle a few times, surprising Jin who only knew him as his serious supervisor. And yet, that same title was the one that attracted Seokjin's attention in the first place, back when he was on his second year of Medicine. He never tried anything on him, knowing it wouldn't be right, but he knew Namjoon liked him at least a bit, and sometimes he may or may not take advantage of that fact.
However, neither of them have ever been on a room together while drunk. Let alone at a wild college party. So with clouded judgments and sly smiles, they hold hands and share a few awkward dances. They both suck at moving their bodies to the music but it only suffices to make them laugh even louder.

Jin fails to remember why he was always against kissing his supervisor when he has it right in front of him, acting as careless and young as a teenager. He shouldn't lean against his body and let their mouths brush, but he does it anyway, blaming the alcohol. Once their lips clash though, he even fails to remember his own name.

"So speechless." Jungkook utters under his breath, his hand falling as the words leave his reddish lips, leaving Taehyung instantly craving for his touch. He feels his eyelids dropping against their own accord and his mouth is opened up in surprise and he just can't understand for the life of him what is going on. But the intensity of Jungkook's eyes have him ruminating around his words. It's not just what he said but also the way he said it.

"I wish I could---" Jungkook whispers, raising his right hand once more, his fingers close to caressing his cheek but far enough to make Taehyung's eyes stare at them with wonder, following their movements and wishing for a simple, delicate touch. The sentence dies yet again in Jungkook's lips, who struggles to come to an agreement with both his words and his actions. However, Tae can't bring himself to care, too enthralled in the need of his body, in the gentle promise on the other's hands.

"Tae! You need to help me---Hoseok he-" Jimin interrupts them then, abruptly breaking the spell. Taehyung turns to his best friend; eyes bright with unshed tears, cheeks red due to the alcohol he must've had.

"Wow, what's wrong?" Tae asks him, trying to ignore Jungkook's muffled sigh and failing. He looks at him out of the corner of his eyes and sees the younger covering his face with both palms of his hands, rubbing his eyes. What's wrong with him?

"I---I did something so stupid." Jimin mumbles between hiccups, his voice trembling just as much as his hands.

"Okay, come with me," He says and then turns his attention to Jungkook for an instant, "I---have to take care of this." He tells him, awkwardly, even though he doesn't know why he feels the need to explain himself to him.

"Yes, of course." He nods, bites his lower lip slowly and Taehyung nods back fighting the urge to stare at his mouth, yet again. "I have to go anyways and---um, take care." He mumbles before walking away from them. Taehyung is left looking at the spot the other was in only seconds ago, thinking the unthinkable. He shakes his head at the absurd thoughts, trying to bring himself back to the present.

"Was that Jungkook?" Jimin whispers pretending to sound mad or even threatening, although as a tear falls silently from his left eye, Taehyung realizes how defenseless and small he looks.

"Shh, let's go." He smiles softly at his best friend taking hold of his hand and walking him towards the toilets, since he can't think of a better place to talk right now.