Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Eighteen: Falling Bodies

A/N:

Fuck.

I'm so sad.

Well anyway, here's the story, thanks for reading it! I love you--

Izzy

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"Woah! Watch where you're going, punk!"

Jungkook's body slammed into the wall lining the hallway, a small portion of his drink spilling on his suit. Intense ballroom music swayed in and out of the air like a drunken couple, augmenting the already drunken couple that was traveling to the bathroom together.

"Fuck, Taehyung! What was that for?!"

Laughter, followed by a sly smirk.

"I don't know, Kook...I guess I just like pinning you places." Taehyung's hot breath rolled down the ravenette's flushed neck. For whatever goddamn reason both of them were horny as ever, trying to hide their intense urges by walking around the castle, hoping nobody would look too closely at them. At the quick touches exchanged. At the bedroom eyes Taehyung gave Jungkook, so darkened that the ravenette felt his knees go weak.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

It was like someone else was controlling him. As if something was drawing his hands to touch Taehyung's belt...to pull him close...to smell the musky oil on his neck and lick it off-

"This hallway isn't private, you know."

Jungkook jumped at the voice, pushing Taehyung away from him. The blonde, completely unaware of another presence, whimpered and leaned in again. One flick of a hand to the right later, and Taehyung was blushing, itching the back of his neck as he stepped back. Jungkook was so embarrassed, he gazed at the ground when he spoke to the unlucky person who had caught them.

"I apologize that you had to see-"

Taehyung's body tensed out of the corner of Jungkook's vision, and the Oak Prince turned to see why.

"It's no problem, guys."

Peeking from behind the wall--a slightly wavering cane. Only half of his body was protruding from behind the wall--almost as if he was a spy. His hat was tilted lazily off to one side of his head, housing a puff of brown hair underneath the brim.

"Oh, it's a problem." Taehyung gritted his teeth at Jimin and he moved to grab Jungkook's waist protectively. "I've heard all about you Jimin, how you went behind my back and scared my husband countless times, pestering him-"

"Saving him!"

"--and falling in love with him!" Taehyung paused, considering his words. A slight slur brushed against his lips, making him hard to understand. "Well, I don't blame you for falling in love with Jungkookie, but..."

Jimin rolled his eyes, walking towards the royal couple who were clinging to each other tightly. He looked tired--bags under his eyes and a nervous pep in his step. Jungkook didn't like it one bit.

"Listen..." Jimin sighed as he stopped a few feet from the pair. Taehyung's head was tilted up in defiance, and the Oak Prince was struggling to keep his balance as a wave of dizziness passed over him.

"I knew Jungkook would break to you Taehyung so..." Jimin's green eyes hit the ravenette's.

Oh...how strange those green eyes were...

"I don't blame you for telling him, Kook."

Jungkook nodded, staring at Jimin with a haze in his vision. It was as if a glowing aura burst around Jimin's features, making it almost impossible to look away.