Behind the Scenes

Good Night.

Do I want to try?

Did Jungkook really just ask me that?

My fingers gave up on me and my grip on his arms loosened. I stared at him wide-eyed; I was in awe, embarrassed, and horrified all at the same time. Slowly, my lips parted, "I'm sorry, what?"

His bright eyes glistened with innocent curiosity. "Do you want to try... that." He pulled his arms away from mine and gently wrapped his fingers around my wrists.

"J-Jungkook—"

Before I could say any more than his name, I was pushed down onto the bed and a gasp was forced through my lungs. His body and face hovered inches above mine. 

My instincts were screaming at me to slap him and push him away but at the same time I felt a slight flutter in the pit of my stomach that urged me to stay still and enjoy the view. I swallowed a lump in my throat as my eyes flit from his long lashes to his lips that were coming closer to mine. 

I bit the inside of my cheek. Too close.

He snorted.

"Just kidding."

I snapped out of it and grabbed his shirt, quickly pushing him off me. I groaned, "You're such an asshole."

He clutched onto the bedsheets to balance himself and sat beside my legs. He chuckled, "Sorry TaeTae. It was the perfect moment for that kind of skit. I couldn't help it."

"Yea, yea." I laughed it off and moved to the edge of the bed, my feet on the carpeted floor and my back facing Jungkook to hide my now pink tinted cheeks.

I felt the edge of the bed slant to my right where he was now seated cross-legged. He tilted his head questioningly and began interrogating me, "No but really though. What the hell were you reading? Why are the characters named after us? And why is your character's dick in my character's ass? Is this why you've been locking yourself up in your room these days?"

"No."

"Is it a new fetish of yours? I never knew you were the kinky type." 

"No!" My face was now cherry red.

"Do you read stories like that where you shove your dick in Namjoon's ass too—"

"—Fuck no!" I sighed, "Can you not? It's not like that."

He shifted closer, "Then what is it?"

I bit my lip.

If I tell him that I've been obsessing about 'Taekook' for the whole day and couldn't help but google it, he'd think I was weird. And that would just make things awkward.

"I was on the weird part of Twitter. There was this one fan who posted a thread about us and this link was there so I clicked it. That's it."

Jungkook cocked his head to the side and squinted, judging me. "Really?"

"Yes."

He shrugged, "Okay then. You should go to sleep. We've got practice tomorrow morning and I don't want you to screw up the choreography again."

He swiftly got off the bed and walked towards the door with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slightly raised, trying to suppress his giggles over the skit he just did on me. I threw a pillow at his back. "Yea, yea, I won't. So go back to your room."

He looked at me over his shoulder, "Good night hyung."

"Good night Jungkookie."

We smiled at each other until he retreated and closed the door behind him.

I breathed out the biggest sigh of relief, "Thank god." I grabbed my laptop and cleared my history then turned it off and cast it aside. After turning my lights off and burying myself under my blankets, I looked up and stared at the ceiling.

An image of his face nearing mine and the sensation of his breath on my lips whizzed through my mind. I grabbed the pillow from below my head and pressed it against my face, muffling the squeal that I failed to suppress.