tongue.

13 - 'touché.'

he loves me.

jungkook woke up first, staring straight ahead at the wooden door across the room. he listened intently
to taehyung's soft snores, along with namjoon's from the other bed.

he loves me.

he looked up at the elder, stroking his cheek ever so gently. he watched as his mouth opened and closed slowly, smiling to himself.

he loves me.

the simple three words stayed with him for the rest of the day.

for some people, words were just words. a form of communication between two people. a way to show emotions, thoughts and dislikes.

to jungkook, it was so much more.

the fleeting looks during their current rehearsal for an upcoming concert, the lingering touches between each movement.

taehyung loves him.

jungkook sat down at their break, gulping down crystal clear water from his green bottle. he watched as the others chatted loudly between themselves, like a fly on the wall.

a smile came to his face once taehyung walked over to him.

"tired already?" taehyung teased, taking the bottle from him and taking a sip himself. "thought you'd be in even better shape."

jungkook rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching his arms above his head before grabbing the bottle back. "don't get so cocky. it's not a good look on you."

"don't lie." taehyung laughed, patting his shoulder. "you're doing good, maybe you could use some of those moves on me-"

"no." jungkook's smile instantly faded, only for a few seconds though - it soon came back, more playful than ever, as he left the boy to his own company.

taehyung was definitely a piece of work, but he was his piece of work. kind of. unofficially officially. for example, jungkook wouldn't call them the b-words. however, if taehyung started calling someone else the things he called jungkook, a certain bunny would be very unhappy.

jungkook began to think of what would happen if they actually became b-words. he didn't want to think of the word, as then he'd either get way too giddy or plain out upset.

he would worry that this 'situationship' - which he saw online and thought would best fit their relationship - could end any day. the minute taehyung realised he just wasn't into men, or him in general. the minute he would think that it's getting too risky, and would leave. or the minute that - god forbid - taehyung caught feelings, and not just three words after a rough night - if you catch the drift.

those three words left a mark on jungkook. a mark that he would actually want to rub off unlike the others. one he would want to burn off of his very skin, not caring about the aftermath, nothing.

could he get rid of it? no.

well, sure it had only been a few hours since they were said - but it's all that repeated in jungkook's head since he heard it. that scared him, sure he had acknowledged he held some form of fondness towards taehyung - not just in a 'i want to fuck you' way - however he was terrified of anything more.

apart from the couple girlfriends he had during school before the groups debut, he had never felt the way that he did towards the silver haired male. yet they weren't anything serious, it was slowly progressing to something... more.

the fact that at the beginning, taehyung would only show up when he was horny. he would have sex with the male, every so often he would crash in his room, but that was it. yes, the teasing throughout the days was evident, yet there was nothing there. just a bit of fun.