Behind the Scenes

IU

Jungkook continued to look down and feign interest in his loosely intertwined fingers, slowly realizing how awkward his and Taehyung's situation had become.

It definitely wasn't normal that he and Taehyung made out. More importantly, it wasn't normal that he liked how it felt to kiss the elder. For fuck's sake, he actually really really liked how it felt.

Jungkook saw movement on the corner of his eye and the next thing he knew; he was head-butting a pillow. The pillow bounced off the side of his head and landed on the floor, "What the hell," he scowled at the only culprit who had thrown the cushion at him.

Taehyung laughed, "Sorry." He felt the need to break the awkward silence and thought the best way to do it was to slap Jungkook in the face with a pillow, which he admit was pretty funny.

His giggles were stopped abruptly by another cushion smacking him straight in the face, this time with twice the force he used when he did the same to Jungkook. The pillow slid off his head, revealing an unimpressed Taehyung. Jungkook mocked him, "Sorry."

Taehyung squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows at the younger, as if he were having some intense staring contest with him. Then, he leaped forward and squeezed the sides of Jungkook's waist, who in turn let out a surprised shriek.

"Hyung! T-tickles," Jungkook fell on his back while Taehyung glowered on top of him and continued to score a number of pinches on the younger's waist. Jungkook's attempt to suppress his laugh failed as the older boy strengthened and sped up the pinching and soon he was laughing uncontrollably, squirming and wheezing under Taehyung's weight.

"Jungkookie," Taehyung hummed over Jungkook's laugh, "I thought you were supposed to be top." He thought maybe it would make things even less awkward if he poked fun at the whole fanfic/making-out situation.

Meanwhile Jungkook was dying under him.

All strength left his body the moment his sides were first squeezed and mentally scolded himself for being so damn sensitive.

At some point though he had enough of Taehyung's shenanigans and mustered the strength to yank the brown-eyed boy's hands off his waist. "Stop it," he held on Taehyung's arms shakily and wearily looked up at the elder with half-lidded eyes through his dark tousled fringe. He was worn out from laughing so much and gasped for air.

Taehyung simply grinned and mentally patted himself on the back, feeling like he accomplished something. Jungkook sighed, "Why are you so obsessed with topping me?"

Taehyung's smile dropped. He looked away and murmured a barely audible, "It hurts my pride."

Jungkook didn't hear him.

He pulled on Taehyung's arms, causing the elder to drop downwards on all fours on top of him. Taehyung bent his arms instinctively so that his elbows lay on either side of Jungkook to support his own weight and so that he wasn't fully pressing against Jungkook's front.

Taehyung almost shrieked at how close his face was to Jungkook's. "What did you say? I didn't hear you," the younger boy asked plainly.

Taehyung only stiffened in response. His panicked heart told him to quickly change the subject, "IU noona might be making a comeback soon." He totally made that up.

Jungkook raised a brow, "Okay? That was random." The still panicking elder didn't care how random it was, all he cared about was the growing ache in his arms from holding up his weight too long.

His arms began to tremble as he struggled to maintain his position right on top of Jungkook. He wanted to pull away but the younger kept him anchored down by grasping him tightly by the arms.

He decided to just keep the conversation going, "Do you still keep those pictures in your phone? The ones where you and IU are photoshopped together?"

Jungkook chuckled at this. "Some of them."

Taehyung shivered slightly at Jungkook's eyelashes brushing against the top his cheeks. The two were that close.

"Why?" Taehyung breathed.

Jungkook gently slid his hands up Taehyung's arms and neck, only stopping on the sides of his face. He caressed the elder's soft blushing cheeks. "Why are you so interested?" he queried teasingly.

"Delete them."

"What?"

Jungkook asked wide-eyed and with his mouth half open. His fingers froze in place, now stiffly cupping Taehyung's reddening cheeks.

Taehyung blinked, shoving whatever the fuck he just said to the very back of his head and tried to cough the redness away.

Without saying anything more, he pushed himself away from Jungkook and rolled off the bed.

"Tae," Jungkook quickly got up but before he could grab Taehyung and interrogate him, the elder had already opened the door and made his way out, shutting the door behind him to leave Jungkook alone and confused in the now quiet room.

Jungkook gulped.

What...

was that?