Drama Club | kth.jjk

15.

"Then do it..."

Taehyung freezes, "...what?"

Jungkook, the pretty blonde boy who was sitting just a hair's space away from Taehyung, juts his jaw upwards, slowly using his large hands to cup Taehyung's sharp jaw, pulling him in ever so slightly, "you said you wanted to kiss me...so do it," Jungkook whispers, voice growing thick with lust.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was so fucking confused. What the fuck was going on? Was he really about to kiss the new kid? No, scratch that. Was he really going to kiss a boy? No! It wasn't going to happen! Taehyung wasn't going to fall into the small hole his mother called disappointment, disgust and wrong. A disgrace to the human race.

But the longer the drunk Taehyung stares into Jungkook's eyes, that looked like they were portals to different galaxies, it didn't feel so wrong. And it didn't feel like a disgrace at all. It just felt normal. Eyes trailing to Jungkook's parted lips, Taehyung prods his bottom lip with his tongue, Jungkook just slowly making an advance to the mint haired male, the hold on his jaw still tighter than ever.

Closing his eyes tightly, Jungkook awaits the feeling of lips on his. But instead he's met with cold air. Opening his eyes, he sees that Taehyung is now far away from him, standing up, staring down at him with narrowed eyes that held so many emotions that it looked void, but Jungkook could see the many different emotions swimming in his chocolate pools.

"What the fuck were you trying to do?" Taehyung pants, trying to calm down his rapid breathing, but it's no use. So he just let's the soft sounds of his inhales and exhales travel around the room like a airplane, hitting every corner on the room, marking the walls as its. "I...don't know myself," Jungkook mumbles, snapping out of the trance that he was slowly slipping into.

"Well...Don't fucking do that again asshole! We're not friends! You've only been here two days!"

Jungkook groans, Taehyung's voice growing annoying. Head panging, Jungkook also stands up, "listen, I'll tell you straight. I'm a gay dude, and you're attractive as fuck. My bad Taehyung!" Jungkook says, rolling his eyes, patting down his clothes as he got up from the floor. Taehyung says nothing, watching as Jungkook sassily pushed past him, strutting away from Taehyung, hips swaying slightly.

And he doesn't know why he did it, maybe because of the burning alcohol running through his system, or the cloud of smoke fogging his mind, or the fact that Jungkook's sass, and ass was heavily turning him on, but all of the materials made an equation for Taehyung. The answer? Grab Jungkook's wrist and push him against the door.

The blonde boy groans as he feels his back hit the door harshly. No, it wasn't as hot or sexual as it seemed in all of the movies and fanfictions. That shit generally hurt, and Jungkook knew that he'd be suffering back pains by the time her turned twenty-five. Not fun. Pain shooting up his spine, Jungkook glares at the older, trying to get out his hold.

Conveniently, Taehyung had used one of his hands to pin Jungkook's hands above his head, shirt slightly lifting to reveal a very toned and milky white stomach. Which Taehyung hadn't noticed...yet. Smirking, Taehyung leans into Jungkook's ear, feeling his ego fit back into him like the last piece of a puzzle. "Of course you'd find me attractive," Taehyung whispers, feeling the heat rush to his fingertips like the tops of his fingers were candle wick that was burning wickedly.

"Ego much?" Jungkook snaps back, trying to keep his voice from faltering. So Kim Taehyung was a challenge? Okay then. Jungkook was an even bigger challenge that was yet to be revealed to the infamous Taehyung. Taehyung's free hand travels to Jungkook's exposed waist, giving the flesh a squeeze, his hot hands mixing so beautifully well with Jungkook's ice cold skin. Jungkook hisses slightly in pain, "dipshit, let me leave."