It was a typical Friday morning where we get our usual day-off from our crazily tight and stuffy schedule with countless of trainings and rehearsals and, you name it. The usual idol life.

Seokjin, being the eomma of the group, had gone out to buy breakfast from the usual restaurant they always went to every weekend for them. Yoongi and Namjoon had been in the studio scribbling lyrics very seriously that none of us dares to break the ice in the stuffy room.

Jimin had been scrolling through the fan site with this dumb grin on his face whenever he stumbles upon good comments about him. Hoseok had been off somewhere out in the streets, something said about ‘Gonna go hook up with some girls hehe’. Yeaaa….

Jungkook, I don’t know where the hell that kid had been to. The moment I woke up, that kid had been missing from his bed. Bed unmade, per usual. His used clothes for last night thrown messily on the floor beside his wardrobe. I sighed and picked up the black shirt and red shorts. They’re still warm so I assumed he had been out just a few minutes before I had woken up. God, this kid. There’s the basket specifically made for stuffing used clothes just across our bedroom. He’s such a lazy twerp.

I looked at the shirt, sometimes latching it on my body to see whether it fits. Herm. He seems to be almost over fitting it when I saw him last night in it, with his toned muscles and broad shoulder. But to me, it seems oversized. Maybe I being said as thin and breakable from Jimin is true. But I’m still categorized as one of the most cool-looking guy, so no way I’m going to debate over that tittle. Jungkook and Jimin both had toned body and muscles but they had really adorable and cute baby face, I had to admit.

I balled the clothes to a ball and throw it into the basket and goal! It landed right where I wanted it to. I head to the kitchen and grab a small carton of milk. I opened the lid as I walked out of the dorm, heading straight to the dance practice room. Hope that maybe Jungkook or anybody to talk to being there. I enjoyed the cold liquid washing down my dry throat and the taste of it.

I hummed an informal song as I stepped through the way, greeting every person I bumped to. As I reached the door of the room, it’s unusually quiet. I almost groaned in disappointment at the thoughts of having no presence in it when I heard a soft thud from the inside. I crack the door opened slightly and peered my head in to see what was that, and was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar silhouette of a ravenette  lying on the ground, his back facing me.

I slipped inside quietly and tip-toed towards the kid, attempting to scare him for a moment, only to realize that the aforementioned had been sleeping. I tilted my head. Why the hell did this kid sleep here instead of in the dorm? It’s not like there’s anyone to bother him, unless Hoseok’s there.

I crouched down in front of him, eyes inspecting the baby faced boy.  His lips parted a bit and eyes closed peacefully. Soft snores escape his mouth, hands placed besides his head as he sleeps on his side. I poked his slightly chubby cheek, awed by the smoothness and softness of it, again.

I chuckled a bit. “So much for being manly.” I snickered. I yelped when strong fingers wrapped around my hand and Jungkook’s round eyes peel opened, his dark orbs searching for mine. “What manly?” His voice sounded husky and deep, probably from because of that nap earlier. Somehow that had me gulped in nervousness. Whattt?

“Morning, twerp.” I grinned rather stupidly, brushing off the goose bumps I’m getting from the tone of his voice from earlier and the way he’s looking at me right now. Heavy and deep, like a cute but dangerous predator.

 But that immediately washed away like running water when he smiled warmly at me like he usually does, his eyes going a bit crescent and beautiful dimples showing. “Morning, hyung.” He beamed. What an odd thing to occur.  Just a minute ago he looked as if he’s ready to eat the first thing he’s seen but now, he looks like the second version sun spraying its glow and sunray through human form (sounds weird but that’s what the alien thought).

He laced his delicate fingers with mine, intertwining them perfectly while grinning happily at me. It’s a silent gesture of him towards me which I learnt not long ago is an appreciation of him having me there with him and his way of showering me with his affectionate. It’s not much. But it’s still sweet of him. To do this, to me. Even Jimin who seems to be spoiling him around didn’t get this ‘special’ treatment. It somehow made me feels, special. For the fetus.

The coldness of his hand gives me the shudder. I’m not that fond of cold. But I like this coldness. His coldness. It is the prove of his existence. Cold externally but warmer than any other things in the world internally. Without this coldness, I would never get acknowledge by his presence. I would never know whether he’s there besides me at night. Be there when I needed him the most.

“Why are you sleeping at here, Kookie? It’s cold in here.” I told him, feeling the grasp tightens around my hand. He shifts slightly, just to get closer to me. His cheek pressed to the cold floor, eyes twinkling when he looked at me. Again, I had to admit, the sight is unbearably adorable. “Just for the fun of it.” He reasoned.

I raised an eyebrow. “Sleeping on the cold floor early in the morning when your own body’s temperature seemingly bond with it? Where’s the fun in that?” Jungkook shrugged his shoulder. “The cold never bothers me. In fact, it’s my best friend.” He said. I narrowed my eyes at him. The hell is this kid babbling about? Who the hell in the world would like the cold? Elsa in Disney’s ‘Frozen’ would like the cold and even Jack Frost, mainly because they’re one with the icy world.

But this kid is being….weird. Is he trying to steal away my ‘Alien’ tittle? He seemed to get the questions in my head because he immediately averted my attention from the topic, which he successfully done.

“I’m bored….” He muttered. I settled myself on the floor comfortably on crossed legs, hand still laced with his because he’s not letting it go.

“Then dance.”

“No. Don’t wanna. I wanna play games but I’ve played most of the games in my phone.”

“Then use my phone. I’ve got lots.”

“I’ve played them all either.”

“Oh oka-wait. When did you play? I set my password in it.”

“Errr…Hyung, suggest something, will ya’?”

I squint my eyes at him at his attempt of running away from question, again. But needless to say, I obliged, just for today. Yup, just for today.

“Then,” I tapped my lower lips with my free index finger, trying to come up with some idea to satisfy my dongsaeng’s boredom.

Let’s see. How about ice-cream? No, that’s boring. We’d had boxes of it yesterday.  Going to the park? Nope. Seokjin wouldn’t allow us. I fell down the slides the last time I played there and got some pretty-looking-egg-like bump growing on my forehead after that.  Well, to the dog’s park? Oh hell no. The last time I brought him there, he basically scared the living s out of every furry living things there because his animal-lover instincts kicked in and I practically got few scratches from trying to tear apart Jungkook and a cute puppy which seemed to have its soul floating away because the ravenette hugged him too tight, literally.

Then a big light bulb lit on top of my head and the familiar ‘Ting!’ echoed in my head.

“—let’s play!” I piped.

“Play what?” Jungkook had his body sat up in front of me now, eyes staring confusingly at me.

“We’ll have a bet. Prove to me that you can be manlier than me, then I’ll do everything you asked me to for the whole month.”

Jungkook had his eyes widen at me for a second and I grinned. “If you win.” I don’t know where I got this idea from. It just popped into my head a few seconds ago. Probably because of the previously morning thoughts. Seriously, Jungkook didn’t really proved to be manlier in his looks, for my defense. So I thought, maybe in these free hours I could help him with the get-up before work comes.

Jungkook stared at me in disbelief. “Why the sudden thing?” He asked, a bit preoccupied by something I don’t know. “Well, from something from this morning. Now, you want to or not?” I leaned closer and wriggled my eyebrows at him suggestively. He seems to be taken aback from the close proximity but nevertheless, he keeps cool and leaned forward towards me, lips slowly curving into what I would call, smirk.

“And how do I do that?” His voice sounded like when he’s awake just now, but deeper. His eyes twinkling dangerously and getting darker. Am I imagining thing?

I cleared my throat. It seems to be tight for some reason. “Anything. Hook up with a girl or get her number or fight with some bullies or . Anything as long as it seems manly to me, then OK to you. If it’s mature looking, it’s acceptable.” I nodded my head at no one in particular.

He pursed his lips into a thin line. I noticed his hand is getting clammy and he’s fidgeting uncomfortably. I tilted my head at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Jungkook, what is it? Too much?” I asked, adding a nervous laugh in between the lines to lighten up the atmosphere but it didn’t work, unfortunately.

“Fine.”

I looked at him in disarray. It’s when he looked at me in the eyes that I know what it means. “I’ll take the bet. But if I win, you’re gonna do what I say, kay?” He pointed out. I blinked my eyes at him. Somehow I had a bad feeling about this but I’m the one who brought this up and I’m a man (A/N : not really). A man kept his promises so I need to keep mine. So I nodded at him, agreeing with him without second thought.

He bit his lower lips. He scooted closer to me and that’s when I realized; he’s so close to me. As in, really damn close! His nose is just a few centimeters away from mine and--- . I think I blushed.

“Can I do something?” He asked, reluctance sensed in his tone but there was something in his voice that tells me otherwise. Is it, want?

I just nodded a little, giving him acknowledgement of whatever he’s about to do. But I didn’t, especially, didn’t expect this to happen. Jungkook’s eyes held my eyes firmly under his heated gaze, his hand clenching my hand for dear life, as if no wanting to let go. He leaned near me and my breath hitched the moment his nose bumped mine. His eyes half lidded.

“Don’t run.”

He didn’t even spare a second for me to comprehend what he is talking about when he close the distance between us. His cold lips crashed my hot ones and my eyes widen. We stayed like that for a moment. In that dizzy bewilderment, I still can figure out that he’s actually nervous. At first.

He cut the kiss rather quickly. I didn’t even know that I had been holding back my breath. My eyes stared back at him and was surprised that the previous glint didn’t disappear from his eyes. It somehow grows. And I felt the familiar chills running down my spine.

He his lips seductively, eyes blinking slowly. Suddenly I had the urge to run away at that very moment. His hot breath ghosted over my lips. “I’ve wanted to try this for so long.” His voice low and dangerously beguiling. I swallowed hard. My cheeks burnt and my body felt so hot at the moment.

He chuckled darkly. His free hand slipped behind the back of my neck firmly. The touches sent electricity to me as if I’m electrocute. “Mind?” His premature nervousness instantaneously switched like role play. Boldness and want replaced his negative feelings and it scares me how fast he could switch.

 He clenched a handful of my hair and pushed me forward, making me kissing him. I was beyond petrified to do anything; too much shock and the feeling of electricity running through your body made you numb, seriously.

He was in control. It was sloppy at first but it felt right, for a first time. He pried opened my mouth with his tongue and out of brief brain traumatize, I unconsciously let him and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, successfully pulling into tongue dance (eww). I actually moaned as drool slipped out at the corner of my mouth. So much for a first time.

I doesn’t know what has gotten into me. All that I knew is that I had always wanted to taste him. Explore the inner self of him to the point I knew every part and inches of him and there’s nothing left for me to search. Taehyung tastes wonderful. He tasted like chocolate and there’s a hint of milk.

By the way Taehyung’s react, I must admit I’m happy because Taehyung didn’t reject me and he did actually reacted to the kiss and the fact that I’m Taehyung’s first kiss. It made me do that happy joyous dance at the back of my mind.

But, pushing that away, I focused on kissing the lights out of him. I let go of his hand and wrapped it around his lean waist and pulled him closer. Our chests collide and I practically pulled him onto my laps so there’s not even a millimeter distance separating us. I tilted my head to get a better angle and jackpot. He moaned and I groaned because damn, that sounded so y.

I felt his hands shaking between our chests. I smirked in the breathless kisses. He wants me to prove how manly I can be and turns out, he didn’t even know what French kiss feels like. Welp, looks like I’m going to have to teach him.

I could feel Taehyung trying to catch his breath. His handsgripping on my shoulders for dear life. I finally cut the kiss, just to let him breath. He immediately inhaled a deep breathe, coughing a little in the process. His head hung low, hands shakily hold onto my shoulders for support.

I snickered softly. I leaned near his neck, my lips touching his neck and I felt him stiffens. I kissed the soft skin lightly. He smelt like Carry Junior’s powder. Fruity and sweet.

I pulled down his collar a bit to reveal the tempting skin hiding beneath the fairly thin cloth. I trailed kisses down his neck to his collarbone. A soft whine escaped his kissable lips, his hands gripping tightly on my shoulders.

“Jungkook…S-Stop—that…” He stuttered. I caught the very alarming redness shading his cheeks and his lower lip bitten by his upper row of teeth. The sight was so unbearably adorable and alluring at the same time.

“Why? This is my way of showing my dominant side to you.” I pragmatically growled in between biting the soft skin-covered flesh till it leaves behind colorful hickeys of purplish blue. Hurm, Taehyung’s going to go through troubles in hiding these marks. But do I care? This indirectly shows people that he’s mine. Mine.

“B—but…” Oops. I think he’s close to tears. Fine, fine. I'll do very quick.

Taehyung shrieked when I sneaked my hand into his shirt, cold palm caressing his taut abdomen. “J—Jungko—Jungkook, wait!” He tries to stop me with his thin hands but didn’t manage. I trailed butterfly kisses down his cheekbone and to his chin.

He’s shaking. Out of innocence, pure anxiety, nervousness. I seems like I’m doing this out of his willingness. But I knew he wanted it too. I could see it in his eyes. He’s not stupid and dense enough to not recognize the whole situation and what he’s gotten himself into. But I assure you, he’s really stupid enough to not  recognize his own desire.

He had it in his eyes. But he doesn’t know. No, he’s not aware of it. It seems like he needs a bit more teaching than, huh? His moans’ started to get a bit tad louder when my hands travelled through his hipbones, a spot where he’s very sensitive. I felt the goosebumps on his skin and he whimpers.

I leaned close to his ear, my lips barely touching his earlobe. “Hyung, I’ll teach you.” He shudders more. I smirked. My cold hands felt so warm pressed against his body. I liked it, a lot. The feeling of his skin beneath my touches. And I’ll make sure he feels the same.

Just as I’m about to slid into his pants, to feel more of his warmth, the door slammed opened with a loud bang and loud laughter and screaming.

“Taehyung! Is Jungkook’s here? Jin hyung bought loads of fried chickens and look, even beers!” In come the bubbly and cheerful Jimin, jiggling some huge plastic bags in his hands, followed by the other members of the group with some other bags of goodies.

“Oh there you are, Kookie! I thought you’re dead already.” Jimin snickered. I tried to laugh to ease the sudden burst of the hyungs.

I can’t remember much how did I get into this position but I’m quite impressed by myself. Just a second before Jimin could see our actual position, I actually flipped Taehyung down and quickly laid his head on my laps, his shirt pulled down and my long-forgotten snapback cover his face. I placed each of my hand on his hair and one on his stomach, to make it looks like he’s been sleeping all the time.

“Hyung, Tae’s sleeping! We should prepare this first thing.” Jimin shouted as he walked towards the others who are already started to unpacked the food on the middle of the dance floor. Jungkook’s smile falters as soon as Jimin went to the hyung.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “There goes my mood. ing stupid ers.” He whispered curses under his breath, hoping Taehyung doesn’t hear that because he hated profanities between each other. But he doubts the orange-haired male could hear him because he seems to just stay stiff all the while.

Jungkook sighed. He lifted the snapback a bit to see Taehyung’s eyes a bit. They seem to calm down a bit but still nervous they saw Jungkook. He smiled. “You okay?” He whispered, face near the flushed young man. Taehyung gulped, again. He doesn’t even know how to react towards the younger after the event. So he simply nodded at him and proceeds to go with the flow; pretending to be asleep like what the younger made him seems like to others.

Just as he covers his face entirely with the snapback, Jngkook brought his mouth near his ear and whispered in a low voice, “I win, hyung. So, better anticipate my orders starting tomorrow.”

Taehyung felt his stomach doing somersaults and those familiar chills dancing through his skin. He knew Jungkook meant it and that the aforementioned smirked at him in victory.

Oh how Taehyung regretted ever offering that bet. But then again, is he? But hat he’s sure of, he never ever going to let the kid walked into his room when he’s in there again, ever (not).

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Okay, so this is my original storyline. The first chapter was a mistake (but it turned out well, I think). I’m so happy because at least I got some people liking it <3

But I still feel bad about leaving it like that so I decided to make another one. So, tadah! I present to you the original storyline of the tittle. So, I hope you guys enjoy it and I would appreciate it really much if you would leave comments bc comments make me happy~~

Well, then. It’s 5.06 a.m. in the morning here so I didn’t give a damn to re-check the story so forgive me for mistakes. (bows to you all)

Okay, bye bye!! (showers you with sprinkles from rainbows that Taehyung gathers)