The Love Deception |Taekook

Chapter 38

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A gasp shot out of me as my hands flew to my mouth. "Jesus fucking Christ," Taehyung growled.
"Oh my God, Taehyung." The cackle that left my mouth as I stared at the
grumpier-than-ever man sitting in the middle of the box spring catastrophe
was probably heard all the way in New York City.

He didn't look anywhere near okay if the way he glowered was any indication. But I asked anyway, "Are you okay?" I tried to sober down; I did. But I couldn't hold in the laughter. So, I laughed. Then, I laughed louder.

"Yes. All good," he grunted. "Nothing I can't handle."
"Okay, but just in case ..." I stretched my hand to help him out, but both
of us froze when a holler came from the entrance door of the apartment. A
voice that sent shivers down my spine.

"HELLO!" a pitchy shrill called.
Was that ...
"jib-e nugunga issnayo??"(Is there someone at home) that voice I realized I knew-and I was related
to-called again. No.

The woman whose red hair I was almost certain was about to make an
appearance in about two seconds asked if there was someone at home. As if she hadn't probably known already.

Minji . My cousin Minji was in the apartment. And judging by the
quick clicking of her heels, she'd be in the room in about-A, geuleonde eolmana joh-eunji boseyo (Oh, but look how good). Someone is christening the bed." A giggle that was not adorable and was outright evil instead reached my ears from behind me.

Understanding flashed through my fake boyfriend's face. Not caring to wait for my response, my cousin continued babbling,
"Look at this mess." She tsked. "After being single for so long, one would
think you were out of practice, kook."

I grimaced. Way to put it out there, Cousin. My eyelids shut on instinct,
and I felt a blush climbing up my throat. "Because, really, how many years have gone by since the whole thing with Mingyu exploded? Three? Four? Maybe more."

Oh sweet Lord, I wanted to disappear. I couldn't believe Minji had
gone straight to that after barely saying hello. And in front of Taehyung. I didn't want to look at him. Didn't want to look in his direction for that matter. Couldn't that busted and mangled bed swallow me up too? And just like that, my wish was granted.

Taehyung tugged off my arm and pulled me right with him, ripping a squeal out of me. Right onto the chaos that used to be a twin bed. My body ended up sprawled half on top of him. Not for long though because before I knew what was really happening, his large and meaty arms flipped me onto his lap. Turning me to face my cousin Minji and causing my body to go as stiff as a broomstick at the change of positions.

Holy shit, I am on Taehyung's lap. Back to front. Ass on ... yeah. On his
lap.

"I'll take the blame for all this." His deep voice came from very
freaking close behind me as I slowly recounted all the body parts I felt
pressed against my own much softer ones. Thighs, chest, arms, all hard and
flushed against my back. Against my ass. Against my own thighs and ... I
had to stop thinking of body parts.

"Hard to resist myself really." My fake boyfriend's words entered my ears at the same time I noticed the muscles underneath me flexing. "Right, Kuki?"
Oh my God.
He was ... I was ... I just-
"Right," I croaked, "Beom."

Minji beamed at us, one hundred percent satisfied with the show. She
had just gotten to the apartment and already obtained a story I'd be hearing about for the next ten years. The time Kook and his boyfriend broke that twin bed. I bet she'd add stuff that never happened, maybe that she had seen Taehyung naked or something.

A mental image intruded my mind. One of Taehyung. Sans clothes. With all those muscles I was feeling-
No. No. No.

"Ay, look at you two," my cousin said, bringing her hands under her
chin. "You look so adorable together. And, Kook! I never thought you'd be
this kind of crazy." Minji wiggled her eyebrows.