Feel | tk. ✔️

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Minutes later, Taehyung hadn't quite recovered from his and Jeongguk's encounter when the boy came knocking at his door for the second time that day with a small "Taehyung?" that could barely be heard from the older male's position on his bed.

"Come in!" He called, and he was absolutely correct in his prediction of regret when Jeongguk walked in with a towel wrapped loosely around his body, droplets of water slithering across his skin like a cunning snake tempting him to bite into the fruits of desire. "I-I need clothes to wear, if you don't mind lending me some." He said with an adorably shy smile, fingers fiddling idly with the edge of his towel, and Taehyung wanted nothing more than for him to let it fall to the floor—

"Yes, of course." He clambered to say, pushing away the horribly inappropriate thoughts that flooded every crevice of his mind as he stumbled towards the closet, having tripped over his own feet in his hazy cloud of lust.

To hell with this, Taehyung scowled to himself as he thumbed through the articles of clothing in his closet, he'd never want someone as ghastly as myself. What kind of a fool would believe he would?

Taehyung pulled out one of his thicker robes, crafted from fine silk, navy blue in color, and lined with a beautifully dainty white lace. Admittedly, it was one of his favorites, but it seemed to fit what little he knew of Jeongguk's personality much better than his own. Holding the apparel limply over his arm, he strode back into his bedroom and handed it over into Jeongguk's delicate hands, letting awe wash over the boy as he felt the fabric beneath his fingertips.

"Thank you," He gasped, eyes wide as he held the clothing close to his chest, "thank you so much, this is—you're too kind." Jeongguk stumbled over his words, cheeks dusted pink as he admired the robe, shyly looking upwards towards Taehyung through his lashes. "It's nothing, really." Taehyung could feel the heat crawling up his neck as he looked away towards a bouquet of dead roses on his nightstand. He'd never realized how truly morbid they were.

"Uh you can change over here." Taehyung directed Jeongguk to his closet and led him inside by a gentle hand on the small of his back, and luckily, he hadn't felt the way Jeongguk shivered when the heat of his palm seeped through the towel and settled against his skin. Taehyung was quick to close the door behind Jeongguk, breathing deeply and trying impossibly hard not to imagine the boy wearing that robe in any way that was less appropriate than he should.

Taehyung sat back down on what was supposed to be the comfort of his bed and feebly attempted to pat the roseate out of his cheeks.

When Jeongguk came out, brown tufted head poking out from behind the wall, Taehyung had to blink a couple of times to ensure that he wasn't dreaming. The way that silk robe settled into the curves of Jeongguk's body and contrasted against his skin was just—completely irresistible. Taehyung couldn't formulate proper words as Jeongguk fiddled with the ribbon that cinched around the dip of his waist and laid across the front of his body. His lips were so prettily pouty, Taehyung didn't know if it was on purpose or not, but god damn did it feel like it was.

"You—you look wonderful." Taehyung said breathlessly, scrambling to rise to his feet as Jeongguk neared him, still fiddling with the ribbon. "Thank you." He giggled, and Taehyung decided that it was officially his favorite sound.

"I was—uh... I was wondering something." Jeongguk began, tilting his head thoughtfully as he trailed off. Taehyung hummed, prompting him to go on. "I wanted to know if you would... allow me to sleep here. With you." Taehyung sputtered at what he heard, cheeks reddening so deeply you might could compare him to a tomato.

"It's ok if you say no!" He fretted, sitting Taehyung down on the edge of the bed, worried when his eyes never left their clouded state. "I just—I get scared when I'm by myself."

Taehyung shook his head, brows pointing downwards in a definite frown. "No, no. You are not sleeping in the same bed as me." I'll go insane, Taehyung thought. "You have your own bedroom, use it." He hadn't meant to snap as harshly as he did, but he couldn't help it, his thoughts were corrupted with images he wanted to see just as badly as he didn't.

Jeongguk's eyes widened fearfully before he directed his gaze and nodded towards the floor, whispering a soft 'goodnight, Taehyung' as he turned and slipped out the door, the soft sound of his feet padding against the stone floors echoing after him.

Taehyung groaned extensively once he was alone with his thoughts, rubbing his index and thumb against the skin between his eyebrows out of utter frustration.

He was never good with pretty men.