Stop Touching Me!

In which jungkook had a habit of touching taehyung where ever and whenever he can and sometimes taehyung really hates the timing of the kid

Warning: rated m for the bit if you squint hard enough (if it is a I must say Im still learning sobs)

One thing that Taehyung despised, genuinely hated about Jungkook, the beloved cute adorable maknae of the group, despite him being his favorite member of the group, despite him being his beloved boyfriend, is Jungkook’s inability to keep those fidgety hands from touching him, like literally, he can’t stop.

“Jungkook.”

Poked.

“Jungkook-ah.”

Pinched.

“Yah Jungkook.”

Tickled.

“Yah Jeon Jungkook!” Jungkook stopped moving his fingers in sync thorough Taehyung’s exposed nape when the said older snapped his head to his direction and glared. The ravenette grinned innocently despite the murderous looks Taehyung’s currently giving to him.

“Would you stop it? I’m in a midst of breaking my highest point here! Gimme a break.” Taehyung whined at the last part, teeth barred in attempt of looking intimidating (but ended up looking like a cute cat trying to scare off kids with its fur all up from the ends).

“What? What did I do?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side, acting all cute and adorable with that pure expression on and lips stretched to his trademark grin. But Taehyung knew better than to trust any of Jungkook’s tricks.

“This!” Taehyung swatted Jungkook’s hand from creeping downwards to the small part of his back.

“I’m trying to concentrate here for once so stop touching me with your little devil fingers.” Taehyung ignored the pout Jungkook made and turned around, back facing the younger as he continued with the game.

For a moment, Taehyung had actually thought Jungkook would stop and listened to him for once. But then he felt the familiar cold fingers moving up and down his exposed arms and the chills he gets from the ticklish sensation caused him to jolt suddenly and a black box with a skull in it popped up saying ‘R.I.P’ in the screen. Taehyung gritted his teeth in anger and irritation as he heard Jungkook’s annoying laugh from behind and he was positive the younger male was hopping around the room in his stupid victory.

“Jeon ing Jungkook!!!”

Then again, he really needs to stick a sticky note to Jungkook’s forehead the next time with ‘spawn of satan’ written on it, highlighted in red and bold and enormously loud.

Taehyung doesn’t understand why Jungkook just couldn’t help his hands from getting their ways to his body at every possible moment. Like in their interviews where Jungkook would be sat beside him, he would casually had an arm hooked around his shoulder or a hand massagging his arms and back just for the heck of it. Sometimes Jungkook would even played with his fingers even when the camera was looking, hands trailing his thighs or pressed a palm on the flesh everytime they talked.

Taehyung doesn’t really mind all the touching and skin ship because he himself was a clingy koala to the members, especially to the precious bunny. The thing that’s bothering him is that Jungkook just can’t seemed to take his hands to himself. He just had to at least made a contact with Taehyung even if it’s just a simpe hand brush to his.

It’s not like Taehyung hates Jungkook’s touchs. It’s just that everytime the kid runs his cold fingers through his skin, it left burning sensation tingling. Taehyung’s body would go in heat and he often felt painfully tight and queasy when the younger does that. But it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling either.

Taehyung cracked an eye opened groggily, only seeing darkness as the lights were turned off long ago and the entire dorm silent. But his sense were extremely sensitive and he could easily made out the two cold hands creeping up inside his pajama and the warm body pressed flush against his back. He doesn’t need to know who the body belongs too because the warmth it sends was too familiar and was implanted in his memory too pungently.

“Kookie.” He sighed heavily as one of the hands crept down his arm and to the back of his hand, lacing their fingers perfectly. A soft hum was his reply and a gentle hot breath tickled his neck as a nose nuzzled at his nape.

The action sent shivers down his spine and Taehyung found himself bending himself over against Jungkook’s chest when the younger pressed his index finger to his belly button, a spot where he’s unnormally sensitive and it shots heat to the base of his stomach.

“Jungkook.” A shaky breath escaped Taehyung’s mouth when Jungkook circled his finger around the area and Taehyung bit back a moan. It’s been his sensitive spot since before and Jungkook wasn’t new to the fact. And he just had to take advantages of it.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Taehyung groaned, knowing all to well where this is leading too. He felt the annoying brat smirked against his skin and his hand slipped past his pants.

“You really—ergh—need to—ah —learn to keep your hands—haa—to yourself, you—ah!—er.”

Jungkook found it endearingly funny how Taehyung could still think of his habit of touching him whenever he can even when he’s balls deep in the older.

Taehyung snorted when he was replied with a cheeky grin by the male hovering over him but his voice cracked into a broken cry when Jungkook snapped his hip expertly, his hands bouding his wrists above his head as he lowered down to ravish the expanse skin of Taehyung’s tanned neck.

Jungkook knew damn well Taehyung wouldn’t want him to be, seeing how responsive Taehyung is and how he unknowingly craved for more of his touches.

“Oh really? Should I?” Jungkook ran kissed along Taehyung’s jawline, tasting the salty skin and the mix scent of fruity wash and sweat, pounding hard into the older mercilessly. Taehyung choked on his own cries and his nails were digging too hard into his palms.

“You dumb. We had schedule—tomorrow—ah .” Taehyung throw his head back in silent scream of ecstasy when Jungkook brushed over his prostate, jaw slacken and eyes shut tight. Jungkook swallowed all of the other’s moans with his kisses, fingers caressing Taehyung’s wrists gently despite his hard s.

“No way.”

By the morning Jungkook would lathered kisses all over his bruised wrists and shoulders, but not out apology for making him all sore and limping the next, for makin ghim all moody like a girl having a bad PMS. Definitely not. Taehyung founf this the hard way when eventually in between the early morning Taehyung found Jungkook on top of him, again.

Needless to say, Jungkook’s touches were annoying and frustrating, unless he reconsiders the timing and the situation. But all and all, Taehyung found himself liking the younger’s gentle touches, the comforting warmth of the ravenette that screams home to him.

un-proof, like always.

i tried. now excuse me im gonna hide in a corner rn *sulks away*