A/N: This is practically a 'steamy' filler. Soft stans, please feel free to skip it. I swear there'll be no continuity error.

Kira shivered in her bed, trying hard not to think about it but as always the human brain loves making you cringe, especially when you crave for sleep. If embarrassment could be embodied, it would probably take the shape of Kira in that particular week. It wasn't a single incident that made her feel this way; it was a combination of few that gave her enough cringe for a lifetime.

***

"Taehyung, stop. I promised Namjoon I'd meet up with him in ten minutes. That ten minutes was half an hour ago." Kira managed to stutter, her breath hitching and her heart hammering hard.

"Hmm sure. In a minute." He mumbled, continuing to assault Kira's skin.

His head dipped low and he sent feverish kisses down her neck. She could feel his teeth graze at her exposed throat, his fingers tangled in her hair. They were on the, god forbid; Kitchen table and Kira could barely manage to see clearly as he pushed her further onto the table. She knew she was going to be murdered by Namjoon but that was the problem, no matter how much she wanted to, she just didn't feel like stopping him. They were in that giddy phase where all they wanted to do was to be with each other. At times like these, it proved to be fatal.

She could push him away and simply sprint out of his grasp and escape but no; she pretended to look helpless, silently hoping that he wouldn't stop. She bit her lip from moaning when he hit a certain spot and hoped that the sleeping Jungkook wouldn't suspect anything.

"Right in front of my salad?!" Jungkook asked as his eyes went wide in fake horror. Speak of the devil.

Both Taehyung and Kira froze, whipping their head to look at him. Kira's cheeks went deep red; incident no: 1. Taehyung didn't seem fazed by it; in fact, he had the audacity to smirk back at the devilishly grinning boy.

"Ah Hyung, at least get into your room if not lock it. Kitchen table is too sacred."

"I could name three instances where you went unholy on this table." Taehyung snapped back. TMI, Kira thought.

"You have a point." Jungkook agreed and proceeded to walk to the front door. "I'll leave you two to it. I've got work anyway." Kira could clearly see the deliberate wink sent her way as he shut the door.

This was her chance, before Taehyung could notice; she sprinted out of his grasp as she ran frantically around the room. Taehyung chased her, blocking the front door in quick long strides. Kira cursed under her breath and dashed towards the stairs. Her aim was the huge balcony and she quickly swung open Taehyung's room.

She halted in front of the glass door of the balcony and wrenched at the doorknob. It wouldn't open. She tried again, failing miserably and she turned back, making a bee line to the exit. There was a loud bang as the door shut close with a panting Taehyung standing protectively in front of it.

"Na-uh. You're trapped now." He sauntered towards her menacingly and Kira shrieked like a little girl as he swiftly picked her up.

Before she could protest, she was pinned onto the bed with him trapping her from above.

"Now, where were we?" He smiled pleasantly and he worked his artwork on her skin while she giggled like a three year old. He shushed her, kissing again on her lips as she effectively gave into it. He pulled away from her mouth and nibbled on her earlobe, his breath tickling her more.

It would have led to something more if it weren't for the doorbell. Taehyung growled in annoyance as he thought over his possible guests. He suddenly shifted away, sitting upright on the bed.

"Fuck.Fuck.Fuck..." He chanted, rocking back and forth in clear panic.

"What?" Kira asked in confusion.

"Jimin."

Kira almost stopped breathing. "What?"

"I was supposed to be with Jimin. He's here to check why I am not at the freaking bowling alley."

"Maybe if you keep quiet, he'd think nobody's home and go away?"

Taehyung shook his head in defeat. "He knows the pass code and he'll definitely come in to wait. If he finds out that I am making out with his cousin while ditching him..." Kira didn't need to know the rest to understand the consequences.

Their worried selves went full blown alert as they heard the front door opening. Eyes wide in shock, Kira scrambled off the bed in search of a hiding place and Taehyung tidied his hair before running out of the room while wrapping a blanket around him.

"Heyyy Jimin." Taehyung said weakly as he faked a cough. For an amateur, he was a damn good actor.

Jimin eyed him suspiciously, his lips buzzing with an array of questions.

"Yeah, I really got sick." Taehyung coughed again. Jimin walked closer to him, as he intensely observed the surrounding. He tugged on Tae's dishevelled shirt collar and the boy nearly got a heart attack.

Like a metal attracted to a magnet, he walked upstairs, looking around the place with each steps. Taehyung had hard time breathing when the boy pushed open the door to his room. He was rummaging through the room as he ducked and looked under the bed.

"Are you searching for something?" Taehyung asked innocently, praying that Jimin wouldn't open his closet.

"Hmm, I think I left my jacket here." Jimin said nonchalantly as he walked straight to the closet.

"WHY DON'T YOU let me search for it." Taehyung said, blocking the closet door. "I am pretty sure I gave it for cleaning because I was uh sorting through my wardrobe yesterday."

"Were you? Then you should have surely seen my black cap with the small rings on it. You took it last month and I still haven't gotten it back."

"That? Oh that! I uh I lost it."

Jimin narrowed his eyes. "Step aside, Taehyung. You seem too protective of this closet as if you're hiding something."

"WHAT?!! That's the most absurd thing you could ever think of!" Taehyung laughed sheepishly.

"Then, you wouldn't mind me looking into it."

"No no but you see Jimin..."

Before Taehyung could come up with an excuse, he was pushed aside ruthlessly as Jimin grabbed the door triumphantly. Taehyung's hands were clasped in prayer and Jimin was ready to beat the living crap out of his lying friend. He swung the door open and blinked trice. Huh.

Taehyung peeked inside and yelled "Hah!!!" a little too enthusiastically. Jimin looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Hah, I- I told I didn't have the cap!" Taehyung tried awkwardly.

Jimin was not satisfied with it and he began tearing down through the other rooms brick by brick. Finally, when he was convinced he couldn't find her, he dejectedly looked at Taehyung.

"Jimin-ah, I really am sick and the medicine cabinet is empty. Could you get me some?" He faked a sharp cough again.

Jimin nodded and walked out of the house in defeat. Taehyung exhaled in relief and ran into his room, dropping the blanket along the way.

"Minjee? Minjee. Where are you? He's gone!"

Silence.

"Minjee, don't freak me out. You got to get out before he comes in again."

A muffled voice from above caught his attention. He scanned his roof and found a combined small cabin attached to the corner of the ceiling. No way, he thought as he climbed on his bed and opened the door.

"Phew. Thank goodness he's gone." Kira said, smiling in relief.

Meanwhile, Taehyung stared at her contemplating how she got into it in the first place. Not only did she fit, she had her legs stretched open to the far end and she still fit in perfectly.

"How did you- hey! I've been searching for that jacket for over a year!"

"Well too bad, it's mine now." She stuck her tongue out at him as she started to crawl out of the cabin.

"You really are a little monkey, aren't you?" Taehyung asked in awe as she jumped down onto the bed.

They hurried down and Kira grabbed the door knob, hoping that Jimin would be out of sight by then.

"Wait!" Taehyung interrupted her as he pulled her into a deep kiss. "Okay, now go."

Kira chuckled at his adorableness as he closed the door behind her. She put on her shoes and stealthily walked out of the compound. A figure seemed to block her way. Incident no: 2.

Leaning slyly on the wall was Park Jimin, his body hidden well behind the large wall. "Well well, if it weren't for my favourite sister."

"H-hey Jiminie." She managed to stutter.

"I am not even going to bother asking you what you were up to." He said, tugging the jacket upward so that it covered her revealed neck. Damn those hickeys, Kira mentally cursed as she smiled sheepishly.

"But I do have to admit, you hid yourself pretty well, Minnie. I am impressed. Where exactly were you?"

"I was- uh He forced me to stay here when I clearly told him not to ditch you because I obviously respect you more. Bye! I love you!" She kissed his cheek and sprinted out of his view before he could question her more.

Jimin laughed and looked back at the house. Taehyung might really need meds after this, he thought as he entered the pass code once again.   

A/N: Hey guys! So I had recently entered a fanfiction competition called CKFICS... And this book won the first prize in the BTS category. I am still trying to wrap my head around it but I am so freaking happy! Thank you so much for taking your time to read this, it means the world to me. In celebration, double update!