Hustlers || Taekook

Chapter 8

"Your phone's ringing." Jungkook muttered, cracking one eye open. Taehyung hummed, lips vibrating against Jungkook's shoulder, pushing himself up and running a hand through his bright, messy hair. They'd been lazing around on Taehyung's bed for a good hour or so after Taehyung had unceremoniously dumped a tissue box on Jungkook's stomach and cleaned them up without much care, before curling up beside him again. Jungkook hadn't said anything, opting for breathing in Taehyung's scent, his warmth and soft body making him drowsy. Taehyung disappeared from Jungkook's line of vision and Jungkook closed his eye again, listening to Taehyung rummaging through the clothes flung about the place.

"Ah, shut up." Taehyung spoke chirpily, good naturedly - at his phone, Jungkook was assuming - as he evidently did not locate his phone and the room continued to be filled with the incessant ringing. The sound disrupting the quiet, lulling atmosphere seemed to be really close to Jungkook so he leant over the side of the bed, feeling around at the ground. His fingers found the phone, the Jet Calf, just as the call ended. Jungkook lifted it off the ground and glanced at the screen reflexively, about to hand it to Taehyung before the messages caught his eye.

Unknown: Missed call (1)

J: V, my man! I saw you at the casino earlier, with the Red Ace. You seemed in a bit of a hurry so I didn't say hi, but don't forget to introduce me next time, yeah?

S: $140625.

S: Don't forget.

"Ah, you found it." Taehyung's voice sounded right next to Jungkook who jumped slightly, wordlessly handing the phone over, eyes flicking up to stare at Taehyung, more than a little curious at the message. Who was that? Why did they want to meet him? Were they just another one of the casino's frequenters, hoping for a game against the famous Red Ace? Taehyung tensed just for the tiniest fraction of a second as his eyes skimmed over the notifications, a shadow appearing at the corner of his lips, eyes darting to Jungkook, face blank, as if he was checking Jungkook's reaction. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, reaching out and flicking Taehyung's hair out of his eyes.

"Is that a fellow fan? And what's 'V'?" Jungkook prompted conversationally and Taehyung stared at him for a strange, still second, before breaking into an easy grin and sitting down cross legged, tapping at his screen.

"I guess you could say that. And well, 'Traffic Light' isn't my only nickname at BigHit." Taehyung explained vaguely, biting his lip absently as he stared at his screen, before tossing the phone down on the scrunched up sheets. He looked up at Jungkook and smiled, leaning over to kiss him quickly.

"Stay the night?" Taehyung asked, all soft smiles and gentle eyes, and how could Jungkook possibly refuse?

"I guess I could." Jungkook spoke offhandedly, like it wasn't a big deal either way, but he knew his smile was giving him away. Taehyung broke into this beautiful, wide smile in return, and Jungkook couldn't even stare directly, as if Taehyung's face was the sun itself.

"Do you wanna go wash up? The bathroom's just that door over there, and you can use any of the towels. I'll grab you something to change into." Taehyung pointed at the closed door across the room and rolled off the bed, heading towards the huge walk in wardrobe Jungkook had only just noticed then. Looked around the size of Jungkook's own absurdly large wardrobe. Well, Taehyung was apparently loaded, after all. Jungkook made his way over to the bathroom, whistling as he opened the door.

"Luxurious." Jungkook commented as he glanced around, taking in the spacious, almost imposing bathroom, with its mosaic of black and white tiles, huge mirrors and unnecessarily wide bathtub in the centre, behind which stood the shower which could probably house an entire family. Taehyung stepped in and tossed an oversized white tee and shorts on to the shelf beside the shower.