alone | taekook

five.

taehyung's pov

jimin's house is not that far from mine. about a five minute walk.

i put on some shoes and a sweater and head out the door, being greeted by the chilly weather.

i shiver as i start walking along the sidewalk.

once i reach jimin's house, i quietly knock on the door and yoongi opens it. "what do you want?" yoongi questions lazily. "nice to see you too, hyung" i retort sarcastically. "where's jimin?" i ask.

"resting on the couch. he can barely walk. we fu-" i cut him off with a loud chuckle.

"i don't need know about your sexual fantasies." i snicker, pushing past him and letting myself in.

as soon as i enter, i head over the the living room and just like yoongi had said, jimin is currently seated on the sofa with a large blanket wrapped around his body. i walk over to him, almost ready to explode. "i have so much shit to tell you," i sputter and jimin rolls his eyes.

"spill,"

i wait for yoongi to go upstairs, and when he does, i settle myself onto the couch beside jimin. "okay, so long story short, my moms old friend is staying over at our house. and she has a son close to our age," i carefully explain and jimin nods his head before responding with a shit eating grin.

"ooh, is he hot or what?" jimin says, wriggling his eyebrows at me.

i immediately blush. "well- um. i guess he's hot. but Anyways, last night he caught me jerking off." i say, and Jimin had an amused expression and he starts laughing hysterically. "shut up, jimin. just listen. when he caught me jacking off, he walked into my fucking room and gave me a god damned handjob through my boxers." i say, embarrassed. jimin and i were incredibly close. i've known him since we were both three years old. i could tell him basically anything.

"oh my god! tae, i thought you weren't gay," he says, surprise and shock written all over his face.

"i'm not! well i don't know, jimin- i mean he made me feel good. like, really fucking good. and now i can't stop thinking about him," i say, and jimin grins.

"i have to meet him!" he squeals in excitement, bouncing in his seat.

i groan. "fine, not today though."

i feel my phone vibrate multiple times in my hand. I open it and see a bunch of texts from none other than jungkook. speaking of the devil.

jungkook: hey
jungkook: hello
jungkook: it's me
jungkook: taehyunggg
jungkook: taeeeee ):

since when did he get so clingy?

"is that jungkook texting you?" jimin asks, leaning over my shoulder to take a peek at my phone.

"yes." i mutter before my thumbs quickly type up a response.

mee: what do you want

i get a reply almost instantly.

jungkook: can you come back home pls? :^)
jungkook: it's boring as fuck. your mom and my mom went shopping
me: can't, I'm over at Jimin's house.
jungkook: pretty plsss *pouts* i'm all alone );

i sigh, giving up. "jimin, i'm gonna go back home, i'll see you some other day." ae bid goodbye and i head out the door, pulling my phone out and texting jungkook back.

me: fine. i'm on my way. x
jungkook: <3

i immediately blush as i look at the heart he sent me. whatever, it's just a heart emoticon. it doesn't mean anything. right?

i finally reach my house and quickly
open the door, slipping off my shoes and looking around the seemingly empty house.

"jungkook?" no answer.

"jungkook!" i yell a bit louder this time. still no answer.

my eyes quickly skim around the kitchen and living room, he isn't there. i make my way down stairs and i'm about to open my bedroom door when i hear suspicious sounding moans and groans coming from jungkook's bedroom.

what the fuck?