[CONTENTID1]Chapter 27[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] Crush on you [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3] ed up timing [/CONTENTID3]

[CONTENTID4] 

Two days later

„You guys are weird. No fighting. No yelling.“

Jungkook ignored Yoongi´s complaints. Taehyung and he had managed to avoid each other the best they could, just spending time together when they were in school or at night in the room.

„Hyung?“

„Mhm?“ Taehyung mumbled.

„Melon?“ Jungkook whispered into his americano.

„Later.“

Namjoon gasped. „What the hell is wrong with you, guys? PLEASE! Argue, bicker, hit each other, like always. What happened?“

Jimin just giggled, and Hoseok was whispering something into his ear.

Jungkook was red like a tomato. He was almost dizzy from the pressure in his head, which lasted the last two days. Slot 58 wore the wrong color today. Her skirt was a mess. Slot 12 lipstick was too obvious. Slot 4 even wore a grey eye shadow. He didn´t care.

The had given him the best ever in his dream.

This was so embarrassing.

Taehyung was staring at the dining table. He knew every inch of it, every scratch, every corner, every mark that a fork, knife, or spoon had left.

The morning when they woke up again, Jungkook had avoided him. And he was damn thankful for that. He didn´t want to face the alien after dreaming that he.... dreamt what? That the er had driven him over the edge, and he had screamed in pleasure?

„Aish...“

„Hyung, are you okay? You guys are so weird.“ He ignored Yoongi´s complaints.

Hoseok stood up. „We have class. It´s the hot teacher, remember Taehyung?“ he asked.

Taehyung didn´t care. Slot 58 wore the wrong color today. Slot 12 lipstick was a mess. Slot 4 even dared to show up with a grey eye shadow.

Whatever.... this damn alien had jerked him off in his dream.

He was so embarrassed.

A week later

„MT?“ Taehyung raised his eyebrow. The class was a mess, and everybody was staring at him, some girls crying in happiness that they were able to spend a whole weekend with him.

His teacher nodded. "The third-year classes will go for an MT at the weekend. In the mountains. To tighten the bond between the classes. We will do some trust activities.“

„Not going.“ he pestered.

THE HELL? An MT? Without his clothes, make-up, his hairstyle product? Sleeping in a different bed?

„Why not?“ He tried to ignore the voice. He KNEW what he would see, and he didn´t want to see it.

„I am not doing this . This is for losers. A whole weekend with bugs and idiots. No way.“

„Hyuuung....“ Jungkook nagged.

Taehyung ignored him again.

„Hyung! The vogue came out a day earlier!“ Jungkook suddenly shouted.

His head flew around, staring at him. „Really?“

„No.“ Jungkook pouted.

„Aish... I am not going..."

"Hyuuung..." Jungkook continued his damn show.

„NO!“ Taehyung yelled at him.

Pouting. Pouting. Pouting.

„Aish.... when do we go?“ Taehyung groaned.

„Friday morning.“

Jungkook screamed in excitement. Taehyung just sighed. This pet was just annoying. But cute. Somehow.

But it was freaking annoying.

„You are going to an MT? With the class? Without the vogue? Or a mirror?“ his dad looked shocked.

„Yes.“ Taehyung clenched his teeth. Alien was munching on that ing melon again. He looked at him with puppy eyes.

„Can we go and eat ramyun?“

Taehyung wanted to shoot himself in the head.

PUPPY EYES.

„I guess. Want to meet up with the boys?“ Taehyung asked.

Jungkook nodded. „I call them.“

„Wow, you´re hanging around together in your free time now? What happened?“ his mom´s face showed surprise.

„Just... JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!“ he yelled and ran towards the door. He could hear the alien pacing after him, trying to put his shoes on without letting the melon fall to the ground. Taehyung saw that he bit on it and a drop of juice ran down his jaw.

Taehyung caught it.

IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT!

Jungkook froze.

Taehyung´s finger was on his lip. It was warm and soft. But he was shaking. His hand snapped back immediately.

Jungkook just turned around and searched for his other shoe already in his hand.

„Thanks.“

„The shoe would have gotten dirty.“ Taehyung stammered.

"That´s... thoughtful..." Jungkook kept staring at the floor.

Taehyung was staring at the flyer in his hand. A lot of black lines on the different ramyun flavors. He picked and ordered another one.

When Taehyung turned around, he saw the pet laughing with the other guys. He looked pretty today. Deep within his mind, he had accepted that he had a pretty pet.

He sat down. „A new one?“ Jungkook’s eyes were sparkling again.

„Yes...“ Taehyung just mumbled.

„There are still some left that he didn´t eat?“ Yoongi was surprised.

„Yes. 5 of them.“

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„Wow, you can remember all of them that he ate?“ Hoseok .

„It´s just... obvious. I am a genius. I always pick the right stuff. No need to remember. I am just plain awesome.“

„You´re right... plain awesome... hey, did you sleep well tonight? Any dreams?“ Jimin giggled.

He heard a painful groan when Hoseok had pushed Jimin down, giggling and whispering. Jimin just nodded happily.

The ramyun came.

„Lean back and watch the show.“ he looked at his friends.

„What do you mean?“ Hoseok asked.

„Just... watch the show.“

Five minutes later, the alien was smiling happily. An empty ramyun bowl and half a melon in front of him.

Yoongi´s jaw started to close slowly. „What was that?“ he just whispered.

„An alien that likes ramyun. He gets faster every time. It´s about 4 minutes at the