𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 / TAEKOOK

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫-4

Author POV-

"Thank you jimin-ah!! You're the best!!" Jungkook exclaimed, hugging his best friend who smiled slightly, but that didn't last long until the younger felt a soft slap on his shoulder.
"Ouch! What was that for..?" Jungkook mumbles poutily, staring at his best friend who glared softly at him.
"First of all, it's "jimin hyung" to you, and second of all, don't you ever get drunk again. I really was worried kook. Jimin's words suddenly made Jungkook feel less playful and more guilty, even then, he smiled and hugged the younger, knowing the situations that caused him to get this drunk. Having a best friend like jimin really meant the world to him, though the younger would never tell him that.

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Stepping out of the yellow cab, Jungkook bids a respectful goodbye to the driver, before standing in front of his home- apartment. He wasn't sure if he could call that his home now, after everything that had happened.

Slowly making his way with lazy, unwanted steps, he pressed a finger into the doorbell, dreading the moment which was already destined for him. What he didn't expect was that Irene opened the door smiling. Even though he could tell it was a fake one, he still felt surprised.

"You're lucky I have guests over, or I'd be screaming at you about your whereabouts.

*The audacity..?*

She leaves the door open in order for him to enter. With a sigh, he makes his way to the bedroom, not bothering to look at the supposed "guest" who saved his life today. But he was soon stopped dead on his tracks, as he heard that deep, familiar voice which made his knees go weak every single time.

"Didn't expect to find you here." A simple statement, simple words, yet it didn't take Jungkook mere two seconds to recognise that voice. He turns around in an instant, his heart flips as he widens his eyes. There, sat on the couch, in all his glory, Kim Taehyung. He didn't even notice when Irene sat on the couch too. He was too focused on the older's soft golden locks, and deep brown almond eyes.

There wasn't anyone speaking as Irene decided to break their brief moment.

"You two know each other..?"

"No-"
"Yes-"

Both of them stop abruptly as Taehyung looks at him with a questionable gaze. Why was the younger denying when he clearly remembered the time they talked? And their past encounter in the club? But all his doubts were answered when he saw Jungkook's pleading gaze, as If sensing his thoughts, the golden haired man looked at the now confused woman.

"Saw him in a cafe..our orders got mixed and so we talked for sometime. That's it."
Taehyung's answer made Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, as he nodded at that statement.

With a nervous laugh, Jungkook clears his throat. "Uhm yeah.. that's it." But he doesn't miss the way the older was staring at him, almost letting his eyes roam over the younger's body lazily.

"Will you keep laughing or change too? You seem tired. Go fresh up." Irene's voice made him come back to reality, as he nodded without a further word, heading upstairs.

And yet again, he didn't miss the way he felt the older's eyes bore him from the back, and Jungkook made sure he knew it well by taking his time to walk upstairs with almost a teasing hint.

Jungkook pov:-

I slammed the door shut, sighing in sheer nervousness. What do I wear? Since when did i care about irene's guests anyways..? But I knew, deep down he wasn't just a guest. He was so much more than that. A storm of questions held in my mind, ready to break free but I couldn't spill them to her just yet, or she'll know right away. How did she meet her? Why are they even friends to begin with?

Even as my mind questioned all the possibilities, I picked out a not so casual  shirt, grey sweatpants, purposely wearing a  black tank top to flex all the gym muscles, and my inked arm, of course. He was checking me out. Don't get me wrong. Had to give him the best view of course. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, before styling my hair messily and walking out of the bedroom with a slightly teasing hint in my eyes. Two could play the game Kim Taehyung.

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I heard the sound of some serious conversation downstairs, before making my way over there confidently, and sitting across him. I purposely walked close by him, to let him get the exquisite perfume i wore just for him. And it seemed to work, because i saw his eyes darken in a way that made my head spin.

"Taehyung..are you listening?" I heard Irene making him break our brief eye moment. With a bored sigh I pulled out my phone, pretending to scroll through it although i noticed his obvious stare every now and then and the way he ran his tongue over his bottom lip that made me want to bite it.

"I'll make something for you.. we've been at our talks for hours." Irene finally stands up from the couch, heading in the direction of her kitchen.

"Uhm could i use the washroom?" I heard Taehyung speak, as Irene looked at him.

"Sure. Jungkook..? Please show him the way"

Wow. I never knew Irene would be this helpful today..? With a casual nod, I walked before him, in order to show him the way.

We were silent until we reached the washroom, i looked at him with a slightly darkened gaze. We could feel the tension, and yet this tension was the purest of all, something I hadn't felt in years.

"This way.." i mumbled, about to walk away, but I soon gasped as he pulled me inside. my heart stammered, my eyes widened and fixed on his dark ones as he pins me between him and the door.

"what? Shocked? I thought you saw it coming by the way i was almost planning to ruin you in my head" his words made me freeze, an undeniable weakness in my knees that made me feel like even standing on my own legs felt like a great task.

I would, let you ruin me, Kim Taehyung.

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