Empty (Taekook)

Part 9

Taehyung's pov

I walk out the dorm ignoring jungkook's sobs.

I walked out feeling guilty. I felt guilty. I fear I'll break the bunny before I even get to know him.

I just can't resist though. His flush cheeks, bunny smile, toned arms and thick thighs. So sinful, yet he's so innocent.

I want to take that innocence and destroy it.

Thats what Im afraid of.

My sneakers tap lightly echoing in the hall. I'm making my way towards Jimin's room.

Once there I knock loudly on his door, only to be met with a grumpy grandpa, otherwise known as Yoongi.

“What Are you doing here Tae.” He says with a yawn. It's already mid afternoon, but he looks like he just woke up.

“Just want to talk.” I say with a sigh.

“Bout what” Jimin pipes in. His orange hair fluffy and messy.

“My annoying ass roommate.” I push past the door and walk into the dorm, opening their fridge to find something to drink.

“Watch it.” Yoongi growls. I raise a brow opening a water bottle.

“What do you care?” I ask after taking a sip.

“Thats my bestfriend youre talking about.” Jimin hand lands on top of Yoongi's as he whispers for him to calm down.

“Ah so you might not like what I was about to tell you.” I say putting down the bottle of water. I go to their living room, sitting on their black couch before looking at Yoongi with a weary smile. “Promise you won't hate me?”

“What the fuck did you do” He growls sitting in the chair opposite of me.

“So I may or may not have-” I swallow harshly. “Uh… Left two hickies...on him?” I glance at him quickly, wincing as I see his face red in rage.

“What the fuck Taehyung” He growls walking towards me. Jimin stands nearby shocked. Not knowing if he should interfere.

“I couldn't help it!” I say defensively. “Hes fuckinh hot” I wave my arms around wildly.

“Shut up Kim” He growls. “Don't touch him again.” He says raising his voice. “Or you'll deal with me” He threatens with a glare.

I give a nod, standing and bowing. “I'll take my leave.” He doesn't spare me a glance as he walks towards Jimin, hiding his face in his neck in anger. Probably trying to calm himself down so he doesn't do something he'd regret.

I close the door.

But I don’t regret a thing.

411 words

Its been a long long while bahahaha