Liar

6

"I brought snackss" Taehyung says trying to cheer me up. "I even order one of those gross cookies from pizza hut you like".

Taehyung closes the door with his foot and sits beside me with the food. I get up from the position I was in and lean on one arm. He's so sweet. He hasn't really known me that long in the grand scheme of things, certainly not anywhere near as long as jungkook.

"Aww thank you, you didn't have to you know. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your game?"

"Yeah, I should haha. But I couldn't just go knowing you're like this" he mushes my shoulder lightly.

"I'm fine. Well obviously not completely but you know what I mean"

We stare at each other and slowly start giggling at god knows what. Taehyung has that weird effect on me. I could get hit by a bus and still find a reason to laugh because of him.

Taehyung jumps over at me catching me off guard and sit on top of me, holding my arms above my head with one of his. I'm confused until I see the evil smirk on his face. He abruptly starts tickling me under my arms and neck making me squirm under him and burst into another laughing fit.

"Stop! Taehyung please stop I-" I say crying- laughing under him. "I'm gonna peeee" I whine

"Stop moving around so much" he laughs out

"I can't!"

Suddenly he pauses and looks down at me with a weird look. I notice something hard against my leg and my eyes go wide. While I was squirming under him I made sure to rub myself against him, knowing that he couldn't prove anything since I was technically being tickled to death and it's only natural to move around. 

That's what he gets for trying to tickle me.

"Um. I'm sorry" he mumbled jumping off of me, giving a full view of the tent that has formed in his pants.

"Holy shit," I say bluntly. "Your face is way to cute to have all... that".

He blushes, giggling quietly "I said I was sorry, don't make a big deal out of it".

I crawl over to him, putting my face a few inches from his "why not?" I whisper making him shiver under me. I slowly trail one my hands down his torso to his still bulging pants, light grazing my finger back and forth over it making him freeze.

Suddenly he grabs my hand forcing me to stop. Well, there goes my confidence.

"What's wrong?" I ask not really wanting the answer. I worked up so much courage to do that. It isn't even like me but I stupidly went for it anyways. I can't take being shot down twice in the same day.

"Y/n... You just got out of a relationship. I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're like this..." he says still holding my wrist, looking at me sympathetically.

For some reason that pisses me off. I don't know if it's because of my pride or what, but it annoys me.

"I don't need your pity," I say through gritted teeth snatching my wrist away from him, causing him to purse his lips together.

"You know I don't mean it like that, Y/n. I'm not trying to make you a pity case. I know you'll get over what happened but I don't want you looking at me sideways when you do"

Taehyung grabs me by the chin and turns me towards him, "you get where I'm coming from, right?" I stare at him blank-faced.

"Right??" He instead cups my cheeks and squishes them together this time.  I pout looking down, "haven't you ever heard the saying, get under someone else to get over someone?"

"Look at me" he gestures down to his still bulging pants "does it look like I wouldn't be all for that if I didn't care about you? But I do and I can't do this to you, y/n"

"Whatever,  you such a loser," I say smiling up at him. "Is the offer still on the table to wear your old jersey to the game at least?"

"You're coming??" His eyes light up.

"You think I wouldn't come to support you because of some wack ass nigga?"

"I-"

"Bros before hoes my guy," I say making him laugh and shake his head. 

"Alright, if you're up to it" he reaches in his bookbag and brings out a jersey with the number 10 on it