Let (Me) Go *Taekook*

LMG 8: Call me a teenager

It's been so long. I hope you like it. I hope it's not too long. It gets a little hot in here.

Trying to sleep was such a chore. The ghost of Taehyung's soft lips against mine kept me tossing and turning for the next four nights. I was overwhelmed with those feelings of regret and nostalgia you get when you want to go back in time. The effect was ten times worse every time we made eye contact at work. I couldn't even look Mikey in the eye, knowing what I had done. From what he told me, they were more than just a tent now and it was because of me that there was a hole in it. To calm my nerves, I avoided them both like the plague.

"Have you been avoiding me?" Taehyung had finally asked me this morning. I peered at him with wide eyes and shook my head no. I lied straight to his face to avoid having to explain myself. I had dreaded being alone with him since Sunday and until today, I had succeeded in preventing that. I knew my heart would thump out of my chest and my dick out of my pants. Taehyung made me feel like a teenager. Since reminding me what it felt like to kiss him, I couldn't get my body to stop reacting to him like I was fifteen again.

"I'm not avoiding you, Hyung." I told him chuckling nervously, but avoiding his eyes and stirring the coffee I was making myself. We had yet to talk about the kiss, as if there was anything to talk about.

"It seems like you are. Look at me." He beckoned in Korean. The tone of his voice made my knees quiver with obedience. I did so, meeting his sharp and calculating gaze.
It made me want to vomit every word in my brain, but I bit my tongue.

"Thank you." He said contently, in response. "What's the matter?" He asked me. I shrugged, trying to convince him that I was fine and dandy, carefree even. His gaze didn't falter and I couldn't help but look away from him shyly. "I'm fine, really. . . I just haven't been sleeping very well." I told him. Taehyung frowned. "Are you sick?" He asked, lifting the back of his hand to my forehead. Concern pressed his eyebrows together.

'Lovesick,' I answered in my head.

"No, I'm not sure what it is. I think I still have jet lag." I said. Taehyung scoffed. "That's a gnarly case of jet lag." He chuckled dryly. Gnarly, that was another word he said often that I didn't recognize. I was told it meant extreme or dangerous. I chuckled at his suggestion. "Yeah, maybe. . . are you excited to go to the next location?" I changed the subject, not meaning to begin conversation with him, but wanting to get the focus off of myself.

Taehyung nodded, taking a sip of tea. "I am. It'll be fun. The best part about this job is all the locations I get to visit. Since I don't have time to travel these days, it's a nice substitute."

"I'm sure," I said softly, thinking of more words to say. It was amazing that Taehyung could make me say so much one minute and take all of my words the next. Before I could try and carry on the conversation, someone came into the room.

"Tae, babe. They're about to start the last scene. Come on." Mikey said, eyeing me coldly. "Actually, I'm gonna grab a cup of coffee, but you should go or Seokjin will come track you down himself." Mike said. Taehyung cleared his throat and then gave me a look. I wasn't sure what it was meant to say, but he nodded his head and raised his cup of coffee at me, bidding my goodbye.

"You just can't stop, can you?" Mikey snarled after Taehyung was out of earshot. I rolled my eyes, much too tired to deal with the belligerent man at the moment. "What do you want, Mikey?" I drawled, unenthusiastically. He curled his lip at me. "I thought I told you to stay away from Taehyung. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"What makes you think I take orders from you, huh? I'm not in the mood for your bullshit today. If you want to know why Taehyung and I were talking like normal adults do, why don't you just fucking ask him? He's the one who's been trying to get me alone since Sunday." I told him, smugly taking a sip of my coffee. Mikey's eyes hardened.