Just Friends

Chapter 9

"I can't even explain this, but I...I've wanted you for so long," Jeongguk whispers as he slowly crawls up Taehyung's body until he's hovering over him with only a few centimeters between their faces.

"You have?" His heart beats wildly and flutters under the intense look in Jeongguk's dark eyes. 

He sits up to straddle him and begins unbuttoning Taehyung's shirt. "Mhmm, really bad," he says softly, eyes focused as his fingers work.

"I... I didn't know," Taehyung mumbles, but it's quickly followed by an unintentional groan when Jeongguk suddenly nibbles gently down his now bare chest.

"Really?" Jeongguk asks with a crooked grin and a suspicious look as if he doesn't believe Taehyung. "And here I thought I was being too obvious," he continues, pulling off his own t-shirt in one swift motion. Taehyung only blinks once and somehow Jeongguk's instantly more naked.

Unable to form intelligent words, Taehyung's fingers trickle down Jeongguk's toned chest as if they have a wicked mind of their own.

"Wow," Taehyung's mouth moves, but no sound comes out. Jeongguk's body is out of this world. He hears a soft whisper calling his name followed by a slow, heavy grind of Jeongguk's hips.

"Yeah?" Taehyung's response is barely audible as the motion of their bodies moving against each other pulls another moan from parted lips.

"Get off."

"Keep doing that, Guk, and I will," Taehyung giggles, blindly reaching out to pull Jeongguk down closer.

"Taehyung, if you don't get off me right now, I'm gonna hit you."

"What?"

Taehyung opens his eyes and immediately sees Yoongi's face glaring back at him.

"You're on my arm and it's asleep. Get off."

When Taehyung sits up on his elbow, Yoongi pulls his arm free and wiggles it to get the blood flowing again.

"What's going on?" He asks, surveying the room with half-open eyes. 

No sight of Jeongguk. It must have happened again.

Another dream.
Shit.
Disappointed much?

"What's going on, is you passed out on my bed last night."

"I did?" Taehyung asks, sitting up completely and rubbing his eyes awake. "I'm surprised you allowed that."

"I couldn't wake you. And I was too tired to move you," Yoongi says through a yawn as he climbs out of the bed. "You're really heavy, you know that?"

"Oh. Sorry about that," Taehyung laughs sheepishly when a sharp throb from his head makes him flinch in pain. The consequences of his drinking knocking on his brain, he closes his eyes to keep the room from spinning. "I think I drank too much, I don't even remember coming in here."

"It's cool," Yoongi chuckles as his feet shuffle about the room. "It's not that big of a deal honestly. I'm gonna go take a shower, you should get some rest."

Taehyung groans aloud. He feels like utter shit. Why does he drink? It's not that fun, especially when you end up like this.

Taehyung kicks off Yoongi's thick, stuffy blankets and hangs his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet in search of relief from the cooler wood floor. "Just don't vomit on my bed, or anywhere near my things," Yoongi warns before he leaves the room with a towel draped over his shoulder.