Behind the Scenes

Do You?

"Hyung! What's wrong?"

I snapped my laptop shut. Still trembling, I forced an awkward smile of reassurance and blurted out in dialect, "Nothin'! Just one-a-those jump scares ya know?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yes."

His lips slowly warmed up into a smile and the edges of his clear eyes crinkled with genuine amusement, "Must've been some jump scare to make you scream harder than I've ever heard Jin-hyung scream."

Jungkook's usual carefree attitude helped me calm down. I caught my breath and the trembling ceased. I forced a laugh, "Yea. Scared the shit out of me."

"Can I see—"

"—No!"

My heart started racing again. "I mean... I closed the window and I don't remember the link."

"So? You can just look it up in your history." Jungkook raised a brow while strutting towards the edge of the bed where I was seated balancing the laptop on my lap. 

I couldn't find the words to respond and continued to stare intensely at my laptop cover. The silence was so loud and awkward that I could hear my heart ramming through my prostate—

.

.

my chest. 

What the fuck Taehyung. 

I mentally scolded myself and peeked at Jungkook through my eyelashes. My mind was so occupied with the fanfic I just read that I hadn't noticed how close Jungkook was standing in front of me and the sudden grin creeping up on his face. He bent down until our heads were levelled. "Oh I get it. You don't want me to see your history," he teased. 

What? 

"What?" I read my thoughts aloud, my eyes slowly widening. 

He continued to flash his cheshire cat grin at me, "You don't want your cute little maknae to see all the dirty stuff you browse, right?"

I blushed. "What?! No!"

He laughed, "Hyung, it's fine! I'm 21 now so you can share anything with me." then without warning snatched the laptop from my lap and pounced on my bed with it in his grasp. 

I gasped and grabbed him by the arms, attempting to yank them off my laptop, "Yah, Jungkook! Stoooooopp!" But all the heavy workout he's been doing lately meant his grip was almost impossible to break. Eventually, while my untoned arms helplessly clutched his to try and get him off my laptop, he managed to pry it open anyway and effortlessly typed my password.

Why. Why did I give him my password.

And there it was on full screen display. 

Voila. Boom. Ddaeng.

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'...V was continuously slamming his cock into Jungkook's prostate.'

FU    CK.  

I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die

I screamed internally and tears began forming on the edges of my eyes.

This is it. It happened. This is the end of our friendship. The end of Taekook. Fucking Taekook.

At that point I just wanted to throw my laptop out of the window and myself along with it until I saw Jungkook calmly sit up straight from the corner of my eye. All this appeared to happen in slow-motion and so did the next few of words that came out of his mouth. 

"Do you want to try?"