Oh god, why is it so ing hard to do the same routine? Breath, breath, breath, Kim Taehyung. Breath!

“Oh my god, are you ing kidding me??!! Argh!!” I screamed on top of my lungs. My hands scrambling forward to push the warm body above me.  But two hands grabbed my wrists and held them down to the mattress, each besides my head. In the dark, I felt hot breath ghosted through my sweaty face.

“What? Who’s kidding now, huh?” A familiar husky voice scoffed above me. I bit my lips. This…kid. This ing kid! “Yah! Who told you to come into my room and do as you please?!” I hissed. I tried to move from his grip but damn. Like what others say, this kid is a sport guy. Way much stronger than I am. I may looked tough and cool (and adorable), believe it or not, this kid had successfully beaten me for countless of times in many ways. Well, serves me right for challenging him. But this one. This one. I did not see that coming.

I gasped before a soft whine escaped my lips when he shifted his position on top of me. By means, he purposely slipped his knee to my crotch. Uh-oh.

“Who started it in the first place? Me or you?” I could feel him smirking. I think my face just flushed. . In cue, his lips landed at the corner of my eye and dragged down my cheeks and jawline. He went lower and my Adam’s apple. I think he felt me gulping and he smirked. He moved to my nape and at the same time, he pressed harder to my crotch and I can’t stop the low moan from escaping my throat.

He on the skin before and biting at the same spot. His grips on my wrists tighten when I squirmed. I whined at the uncomfortable and nervous feeling. This is…Really. I really didn’t see this coming. The look this kid gave me this evening after the ‘challenge’ convinced me that he wouldn’t dare. No, he couldn’t. But no. He decided to take it up.

“You know me, hyung.” He growled against his teeth. I was somewhat close to tears at the mix of feelings bubbling at the pit of my stomach. I could feel his face just a few centimeters away from me and I’m positive that I’m staring straight into his eyes. And I prayed that he didn’t notice the anxiety and nervousness in my eyes. But he’s always a great observer.

He smirked wider. Yup. I really can hide nothing from him.

“You never challenge Jeon Jungkook, Taehyung. You knew that.”

I bit my lips, in embarrassment and nervousness. “I-I know…that…” I stuttered into a whisper. Choked sobs trying to escaped my throat.

“I know you do. You just never take it seriously.” With that, he ravished my already swollen lips, cutting off any noises threaten to slip from my lips and my already hitched breath.

“That was a quite long interview.” Taehyung began as he and the other Bangtan Boys members approached their room situated at the end of the hallway. “Yup, and it was fun! I got a lot of responses from the fans.” Jimin stated with a wide grin. Yoongi scoffed. “Yea, right. I got a lot from you. Some girls even sent me some huge bears. See?” He exclaimed smugly while showing off some huge adorable teddy bears to the younger. Jimin pouted.

“You don’t have to show off.” He murmured. Yoongi sticks out his tongue at him. “I’m still not happy though.” A voice spoke hollowly behind them. Both of them turned around and met with a darken face of the golden maknae, sitting at the corner of the room. His arms folded in front of his chest and his expression was kind of scary.

Somehow, Taehyung could sense dark aura emerging from the younger’s body. “What is it, Jungkook? Something the matter?” Seokjin, being the mother he was, asked with concern as he sat beside the kid. Jungkook suddenly looked at Taehyung and the boy twitched. Is the boy angry with him? Why does he looks like he wanted to eat me up alive?

“Why does Taehyung always gets the manly title?” He said with a pout. His voice hinted with protest. Taehyung’s eyebrows quirked. Huh?

“What? You’re not satisfied just because of that?” Taehyung asked, suddenly feeling a bit unsatisfied with the younger’s opinion. “What? If you look closely, Taehyung’s got the body of a girl! I’m lot muscular than he is. He always does the cute faces, not me. I won when we played shoving hands at ‘The Show’’s behind stage. He may have a manly face and huskier voice than I am but that doesn’t make him much manlier than I am! I could easily snap his wrist if I wanted to.” Jungkook stated nonchalantly. The others gawked but Taehyung’s jaw went wide opened.

“Are you ing kidding me? You’re unhappy just for something that small? First of all, I’m not that small! We’re at the same height, you brat (Jungkook’s a bit taller than him but why would he cares at the time like this)! Second, I do cute faces because I wanted to and you rarely do it whereas holding the position maknae means you need to make the cutesy things more than your hyungs! Third, I won the title because I hit you and Jin hyung at the same time. Sorry hyung, no offence.” He glanced quickly at the now a bit offended Seokjin before staring back sharply at the darkening maknae.

“And forth, I’m still older than you! Call me hyung, bratty.” He grunted his teeth. He was feeling kind of offended by the younger for feeling that way towards him. He’s not that small to the point Jungkook could snap his wrist. But he did once almost break his arm when they were fighting over the last ice-cream loll and Jungkook accidently yanked his arm forward too hard that the older couldn’t stop whipping for the last three hours, with an additional of two hours for the injections and binding and stuffs.

  Jungkook gave him an incredulous look. “Not that small? My smallest shirt basically slipped from your shoulder the last time you wore it. And my shoes are twice the size of yours. Totally like a girl. You cried when I pinned you down with my when we played smack down. Is that manly, hyung?” He pressed the word ‘hyung’ with a smirk which added a tint of red shades to Taehyung’s cheeks.

“Those outfits thingy may be right but I didn’t cry when you did that! I-I just-Well I just…whined?” He said with less confident than before. Jungkook eyed him with narrow eyes. The others looked at Taehyung, before looking at Jungkook, then back to Taehyung, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jungkook.

“You cried.” Jungkook insisted after a brief awkward silence. Taehyung stood up abruptly from his seat, shocking the other Bangtan Boys members. “Who cares?! What about that stupid title anyways?! If you’re not that satisfy with what they had on me, go get it yourself!”

He stomped towards the door and before he could turn the doorknob, Jungkook spoke, with a bit of sarcasm. “Are you challenging me, hyung?” Taehyung slowly turned towards the amused and wicked maknae. Hoseok had his unusual blank expression on, Jimin and Yoongi with their dorky and amused faces and Seokjin and Namjoon with their motherly fatherly mode on.

Taehyung grunted his teeth. “Be a man then Jeon Jungkook. If you can.” He said with a scoff and slammed the door on the way out.

I don’t know. Why was the maknae acting like that? This is so unusual of him. He wasn’t like this before. I mean, why now? All this time, he looks okay with me being all cool and handsome. Him being the cute and adorable maknae. It’s not my fault that he danced to the girl group’s songs a lot. Not just that. He danced to them ily in the ‘Weekly Idol’!

Is it because I often got the attention from viewers and MCs a lot because of that? Is he jealous? But he’s not the jealousy type. Then what was it? Just because of some stupid title, doesn’t mean he could give me the look of death! And he even called me by my name for Pete’s sake. The ing’s wrong with him?

Tch. Whatever it is, I don’t care. He’d once (or twice, more actually) looked much cooler and ier in a manly way than I am but I always managed to make my appearance better than him. Let’s see how he could pull this off.

Seriously. How that small of a challenge of him could made him get into this ed up situation. Jungkook’s on top of him, Taehyung slowly crumbling underneath the mercy of his touches.

Damn, how he regretted ever challenging him into being a man. By being a man, literally means, being dominant. By being dominant means putting the older into submission. And hell, how did that happened? Well, . That was what he could say at this time.

And when morning came and he found himself laying on the bed in the strong arms of Jungkook underneath the covers, clothes scattered everywhere, his back and lower region hurt like and with a creep out Jimin yelling hysterically at the ajar door with an amused Yoongi.

Seconds after that, he closed his eyes slowly while biting his lower lips. Realization hit him like a rock. “Double s.”

And he swore he could feel Jungkook smirking against the crook of his neck and murmured a “You lose, Taetae.