Glow

😳 Finish and Begin

As the guys work to finish their next album the concert tour is being planned.

Even if the restrictions haven't been lifted yet there's always plans for moving forward at HYBE.

I am back to tutoring each of them in English, with their online classes moving from general instruction to more specific classes associated with their chosen degrees.

I wind up finishing all the emotional bonding as midterms approach. Jungkook needs to cry out his frustrations over having to go back to classes that aren't even interesting to him ("who needs accounting anyways?!") and I wind up commiserating with Seokjin over food allergies.

When it comes to mind that I still need to bond with Taehyung physically, I frown, wondering what's kept it from happening.

So I watch him. 

He focuses on his work until he can't, then flutters from person to person in the group, both to entertain them as well as to work off excess energy.

When it finally comes to a head, the guys all shouting at him to go away so that they can focus on their work, he huffs off to the living room pouting.

I look up from my own Korean studies to blink at him and smile. 

His response? A deep-throated whine as the throws himself back onto the couch to thrash his arms and legs in a minor tantrum.

I can't help but giggle, getting a wide smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows at my response.

****

'Can I help you with something?' I ask the curly haired head hovering over my shoulder. My work in front of me can't hold my attention while he's so close, so I give up trying, and smile gently at him.

'I'm tired of studying! No one wants to play with me! Can you play with me, please??' Taehyung whines cutely.

I still myself, keeping the smirk from my face.

'You want me to play with you?' I ask, verifying his request.

'Please??' He begs, turning wide puppy eyes to me.

'You promise to go back and do your work if I play with you?' I say.

'I promise!' He nods his head vigorously.

Taehyung just said he needs to be played with. Well, who am I to deny him?

****

'Hmm... this wasn't my intention.' Taehyung says, eyeing me. 'Not that I have any problems with this!' He adds quickly.

'You said you wanted to play. Did you not?' I ask, holding his hand near the bedpost in my room.

'Yes.' He breathy reply is barely above a whisper as the fuzzy cuff clicks around his wrist, the other end attached to the post.

I move to the other side of the bed, fixing his other wrist in the same manner.

'You know, you're the only one I haven't completed the bonding with.' I say eyeing his bare chest before bringing my eyes back up to his.

He gulps and nods, his hips twitching.

'And while you said you'd wait, be patient, I never said I wanted that.' I point out. He nods again.

I gently pull the socks off of his feet, letting my hands slowly roam up his legs over his sweatpants.

'You know the color system, right?' I ask.

'Red, stop, yellow, slow, green, good.' He replies, eyes switching from watching my hands on him to my face as he replies.

'Good.' I say as my fingers find the hem of his sweats and snap it against his stomach, making him twitch in response. His grunt, deep in his chest, is so very satisfying.