❝ What was that? ❞
❝ The elevator. ❞
❝ It's not moving! ❞
❝ I can see that, dumbass. ❞
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in which Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung get stuck in the same elevator together for hours and undoubtedly, hormones intervene.
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EDIFICE
november 2018 → octobe...
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It was an instantaneous reaction.
As soon as Taehyung's lips moulded against Jungkook's, the latter grasped onto the former's waist, kissing back passionately. That was all it took for the soft peck to turn hot and feverish.
Tongues battled for dominance as Jungkook pressed Taehyung harder against his body, turning him so the boy was straddling his waist. Cheeks flushing, Taehyung wrapped his arms around the ravenette's neck, one hand winding into his black locks.
He should have expected it. When have the two ever been able to control themselves around each other? Being around the younger only heightened his senses, sent his heart racing and degraded his rational mind into a hormonal mess.
If Taehyung was fire, Jungkook was the gasoline to his flame. Every touch, every kiss - it only served to send Taehyung higher into a state of bliss.
"God, Taehyung," Jungkook groaned softly, squeezing his waist as he took the older's bottom lip between his teeth. "How the hell do you manage to make me so horny?"
Taehyung didn't - no, he couldn't - respond, voice caught in his throat. His head felt cloudy, a haze of pleasure and want. The rational side of him protested against this sudden shift of mood and it took all he had to gently push the other boy away from him.
"Jungkook," he started, voice firm as he cupped the ravenette's face, seeking his eyes out in the dark unsuccessfully. "I don't want to go into anything without knowing exactly what this means to you. I don't want to be another fling of yours. If that is what this is, then please. Let's end it right here, right now."
There was a long silence, one that stretched on for what seemed like hours, the only sound being that of their mingled breaths. When Jungkook finally spoke, the question he posed took Taehyung off-guard.
"What exactly am I to you, Taehyung?"
What was Jeon Jungkook to him? For the longest time, he had been his crush. Someone Taehyung had liked since his early teenage years. Recently however, that didn't seem to be how he would describe his feelings towards the ravenette.
Maybe, the question he was supposed to ask himself was this. Did he still like him? Yes, without a doubt. There was still a faint inkling of him that yearned after the other's affection, a remnant of the teenage love-struck boy he used to be. But the Jungkook he had liked wasn't the Jungkook of now.
Unsure how exactly to articulate his messy thoughts aloud, Taehyung took a moment to catch his bearings before sighing, "Honestly, I don't know. At one point, I would have jumped at the chance of being able to confess to you. Yet the past year or so, things have changed. I'm not sure in what way."
