Behind the Scenes

Top to Bottom

'he felt his climax approaching'

'dug his nails in'

'roughly fucked'

'in'...

...'and out.'

I threw my phone.

It landed safely on my bed and I jolted up from my gaming chair.

What was that? What the fuck was that?

I gnawed on my lower lip and began pacing back and forth my room, my fingers fidgeting inside the pockets of my black hoodie.

Taehyung did as I asked and sent me the link; I did as I wanted, I read the the fanfic. But not even halfway through and I couldn't stand the mental images forming in my head of him and I...

Ugh, I can't. This is so wrong.

The sound of someone knocked on my door abruptly put a stop to my thoughts. 

I almost shrieked at the sudden sound and took hesitant strides towards the door. I steadied my breathing and nervously turned the cold doorknob, slowly swinging the door open. "Yes?"

"Yo." 

It was Jin. I felt my shoulders relax.

I sighed, "What's up?" 

"I just wanted to ask if I could borrow your blouse again. The blue checkered one I wore for our FESTA dinner party?"

"No." I deadpanned. 

"Please?"

"No. You know I don't like sharing clothes."

"Yah, Jungkook. You and Taehyung share clothes like all the time," he whined, dragging his last few words with a pout displayed on his hopeful face. 

I blinked unimpressed. "No." 

"Pleaaaaaaseeeee—" his whining grew louder and I groaned at how childish this hyung was being. 

"—okay, okay. Wait."

I opened my unorganized mess of a closet and scavenged for the blouse through a pile of unfolded clothes.

Found it.

I grabbed it and threw it at Jin who caught it by the sleeves, "Here you go Jin hyung."

"Thanks!" He smiled then tucked the piece of fabric under his arm and skipped away. 

I closed the door and resumed my stroll around the room. 

Now where was I —

Someone knocked on my door again.

Irritated, I clicked my tongue against my teeth and stomped towards the door. I flung the door open and half-yelled, "Hyung I'm not lending you any more of my clothes—oh."

Where I expected to see a puppy-eyed Jin appeared a puppy-faced Taehyung with his hair slightly damp and his slim frame wrapped up in blue stripped PJs that were way too big for him.

"Hey," he flashed his boxy smile at me and helped himself into my room.

He sprung onto my bed, "Let's play Overwatch. I got this new character skin and I want to show it to you."

I chuckled, "It's 12am and we've got a live performance tomorrow. Not a good idea, hyung."

I closed the door behind me and gingerly sat next to him.

He sulked. "I want to play."

He's so cute. 

I stretched my arm out so I could wrap it around his shoulders but just before I could rest it on the nape of his neck, he flinched. His body tensed up.

I paused and withdrew my arm. 

Of course. 

He's scared of me.

My heart sank and my smile dropped a little. 

I understood that there was no excuse for what I did to him yet I couldn't help but feel a hint of gloom over Taehyung's sudden defensiveness. He felt a little distant, which was something I only felt whenever I saw him hang out with celebrities other than me. I cleared my throat, "Hyung, you should go back to your room..." 

"So did you read the fanfic?"

I winced. He just has to bring it up.

"...Yes..." I mumbled.

He let out a nervous laugh, "So what did you think of it?"

"...I couldn't believe ARMYs would even think of you as the dominant one in bed."  

He blinked then burst out laughing, genuinely this time. "Seriously? That's your concern?"

"Yea. You're totally a bottom." I shrugged. 

His laugh grew louder. He wore a sarcastic expression and titled his head, "So you think you're a top?"

"No shit. I can literally lift you up and throw you around yet they think you'd be able to pin me down and have your way with me? No way." I shook my head with a smug look on my face.

"You're a bottom, Jungkookie. You're too cute to be on top."

"And you're too pretty to not be bottom."

His laughing ceased and the wide boxy smile plastered across his face faded, slowly getting replaced by a flustered and confused gape. I mentally cooed at his reddening cheeks. 

Adorable.

His gape slowly turned into a frustrated, almost annoyed scowl which I didn't take much notice of. Instead, I cracked up. "TaeTae hyung you know you're really—"

Without warning, he grabbed me by the neckline of my hoodie and slammed his lips to mine.

My eyes widened. The kiss pushed the words I was about to say back down my lungs and I hardly had a moment to react.

Recollecting my senses, I held his shoulders and pushed him away.

"Hyung—"

Again, he leaped forward and interrupted me by planting another rough kiss on my lips.

I snatched his arms and pushed him onto the mattress, my body looming on top of his thin frame clumsily covered by his loose PJs.

"Taehyung!"

I panted. He panted.

His eyes glistened and I could see tears start to form.

He looked away, "I... I-I don't know why I did that." 

I felt my heart melt.

He continued, "I don't... I don't know what's what anymore."

His lips were trembling and his big glassy eyes were complemented by tear glazed cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I loosened my grasp and used one hand to caress his cheek, wiping a tear away.

His skin is so soft.

I gently turned his face towards mine and leaned in to press my lips against his forehead.

His arms relaxed and a deep sigh left his lungs.

I pulled away and whispered, "Me neither."