Behind the Scenes

Instincts

So do it again.

Taehyung stiffened at Jungkook's demanding tone.

Normally he'd just take it as a joke and laugh it off. But something soft yet persistent kept ringing in the back of his head, something that made him kind of want to comply and actually do the deed.

Jungkook took another step forward, his lips now only millimeters away from Taehyung's. He closed his eyes and waited for the older boy to close the gap between them.

Taehyung pursed his lips, should I do it? His eyes wandered from Jungkook's lengthy eyelashes down to the cupid's arrow on his upper lip.

Ah fuck it. I already did it anyway, might as well.

The older boy titled his head slightly and leaned forward, shyly pressing his lips on Jungkook's. Taehyung swooned over the sensation of plump lips against his and unconsciously parted his lips and closed them again, to feel more of—

"...Yeah, and so I told them that I wanted a different outfit."

Jungkook's and Taehyung's eyes snapped open and the two jumped away from each other, ripping their lips apart. Wide-eyed and mouth half open, Jungkook listened in on the conversation between two people that started off faint and was getting louder. Instinctively, he grabbed Taehyung's arm and dragged him into the nearest cubicle, "It's Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung," then swung the cubicle door shut behind them.

Taehyung whisper shouted, "So why are we hiding?" Jungkook raised a hand to cover Taehyung's mouth, "Sshh!"

"What's wrong with the outfits that they give you?" Namjoon's voice was muffled by the sound of water splashing onto the bottom of the sink. He turned the knob to stop the flow of water, then ripped a piece of toilet paper out to dry his hands, "They look good on you."

Jin tugged on the roll of toilet paper, "Thanks but I still want something new. Jungkook and Taehyung always get the flashiest outfits." Namjoon chuckled, "that's true."

Jungkook smirked, amused by his hyungs' petty conversation. Taehyung wasn't listening. He was too busy thinking about what just happened. He thought back to the feeling of Jungkook's soft pouty lips brushing against his. That felt nice. Let's do that again.

"Jungkook," he worded with his mouth. Jungkook withdrew his hand and returned his focus on the boy he had just dragged into the cubicle with him, "Yea?"

"Come here." Taehyung lifted an arm and placed his hand on the nape of Jungkook's neck. He slid his fingers through Jungkook's hair and pulled Jungkook towards him, inching forward and kissing the dark-eyed boy once more.

Jungkook flinched at the sudden warmth on his lips and a soft groan escaped his throat when he was pressed against the cubicle door. The conversation he was listening to earlier sounded more and more like stifled gibberish that didn't seem so interesting anymore. What interested him more now was how damn good it felt to kiss Taehyung. He closed his eyes and placed both hands on the sides of Taehyung's waist.

Taehyung moaned when Jungkook pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. Jungkook subconsciously added up all of the kiss scenes he had watched in dramas and together with the instincts that come with being a fully grown 20-year-old-guy, he began moving his lips.

Taehyung followed, his lips parting and closing to Jungkook's rhythm, soft moans escaping from low in his throat. He quivered when he felt Jungkook's tongue slip between his lips. A dizzying dose of ecstasy clouded his mind and his fingers clutched strands of Jungkook's hair, desperately pulling him closer as if they weren't already close enough. Jungkook, also in a daze, picked up the pace and tightened his grasp on Taehyung's shirt. Soon the two were grabbing and pulling one another, occasionally taking muffled shaky breaths when they had the chance.

This feels fucking good,

The two synonymously thought.

"Say, didn't Jungkook and Taehyung say they were heading to the toilet?"