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

It had been almost fifteen minutes and Taehyung didn't even look at her once. Was he that intimidated by Jin? Kira cursed the fates for worst timing and laid her head back on the couch.

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"No you stop it."

"No you stop it." Taehyung imitated her, walking into their apartment.

"Shut up!"

"No you shut up!"

The elevator door dinged open and they continued the bickering as they went in.

"No you shut-"

What could she expect more? She was unceremoniously pushed against the elevator wall as he effectively shut them both up with an agonisingly deep kiss.

The elevator door opened to her floor and he pulled away, throwing in a devilish smirk.

"Oh god no. You guys are in that 'can't stop touching each other' phase aren't you? " Jin shook his head from the other side and Kira could visibly see Taehyung's face drooping. Incident no:3. Way to ruin the mood.

She simply rolled her eyes back at him. "You're going out?"

"Thank goodness I am." He teased her, faking a gag. "The house is all empty. Just please don't break my stuff."

"Shut up!" She yelled back at him as he vanished out of sight between the elevator doors.

-

Twenty five minutes and it was almost like she didn't even exist to him. He had his eyes glued to some random football match and yelled from time to time. For some reason, Kira was getting fidgety. This was not exactly what she had in mind and she was starting to get a little annoyed.

She leaned towards him and kissed the spot between his cheek and his ear. He turned to her at the contact and smiled warmly. Just when she thought it could go good, he turned back to the screen and yelled at it. Sigh.

She idly slid out of the couch and decided to change her clothes to something even more comfortable. She opened her wardrobe and found one of his zipper up hoodie that he had 'lent' her. A wild idea popped up in her mind.

She slipped out of her jeans and shirt into his loose clothing. His shirts were already oversized on her and this one went half way down her thighs and the sleeves were sagging down her shoulders. Her hands were hardwired to search for pants and she mentally restrained herself from doing so. She slyly sat back down on the couch, expecting him to make a move anytime soon.

The irritating part? He didn't even give a side glance at her. This whole ignoring thing suspiciously smelt like a challenge and a competition is something she just couldn't resist. She put one leg over the other and scooted closer to him. He did turn to look at her at the sudden movement but he didn't even smile, almost as if he was annoyed.

She waited for ten more minutes until she finally got up. What was it that girls in movies did? Ah yes. She stretched like a cat, fully aware of the hem of the hood sliding further above her thighs. Nothing.

She stretched again, this time, reaching out to a cupboard next to the TV and she pulled out a random object. A comb, yes, a comb could work with her. She pulled her hair tie off and let her hair flow down, gently running it with a comb. When it was all too clear that he wouldn't budge, she gave up.

Defeated, she sat back on the couch gloomily, staring at the screen. Eventually, she got bored and decided to raid her refrigerator instead. The only decent food she could find was a bar of chocolate. She tore the wrapper and ate it in content, drowning everything around her in its blissful sweetness. Little did she know that he was secretly watching her though the corner of his eyes, staring at her as she licked her fingers clean.

She got up again, washed her mouth, drank water and tried to find literally anything to do that could distract her. She scrolled through her phone and shut it off in boredom. The cold air wasn't helping her bare legs and she curled up into a ball, finally dozing off next to him.

A deep grunted yell woke her up and she narrowed her eyes at the guy sitting next to her, enraptured by the TV.

Alright, that's it. Game over.

Not only was he ignoring her, he wouldn't even let her sleep, he was going to suffer. She swung her leg around his waist, pulling herself up onto his lap.

"Alright pretty boy, the match is over."

"But- we just got back from half-time."

Kira laughed devilishly at his statement and slowly started pulling her zipper down. By this point, she didn't even care what she was doing, she was blinded by revenge. She stopped abruptly, just enough to tease the top of her fancy bra. She smiled contently to see him swallow visibly.

She dipped her head down and left a trail of wet kisses down his jaw-line towards his neck. It didn't take her long to find his sweet spot and she sensually grazed her teeth over his skin. He whimpered. Victory rushing over her, she bit again, sensing the light taste of metallic blood. His arms were no longer resting on the couch. They ran up her thighs, towards her waist and pulled her closer.

She pulled away, getting another satisfactory whimper from her prey as she wiped her lips with her thumb.

"Okay, I give up. You win." He breathed shallowly.

She cocked her head to the side. "So soon?"

"You almost had me at the licking off chocolate part but I tried hard to control." His eyes were trailing down her lips towards her barely exposed chest.

She was genuinely surprised at that. "I wasn't even trying with the chocolate. I was just hungry."

"Well, you're going to have to be more careful with a chocolate bar around me next time." He was slowly leaning towards her, aiming directly for her lips.

"What about the game, Tae? Don't you want to continue yelling at random people?"

"Screw the game. Honestly, I don't even watch football. I just wanted to see how far you'd go."

Kira frowned at his statement. "Well then, someone needs to get punished."

She could stop now if she wanted to but she didn't. Instead, she ran her index finger down his forehead to the tip of his nose to the curve of his lips. She leaned in closer and just when their lips were inches apart, she pulled away. There was confusion on his face and he anticipated her every move. She repeated it until he was like a little puppy, constantly tricked into thinking it would get a treat.

"Minjee stop teasing me." His voice was barely a deep growl.

She chuckled menacingly, holding his face in her hands as kissed him passionately. She felt his tongue sliding through her lips, and they danced, fighting for dominion. If he thought he could push her over easily, he was wrong. She won effortlessly, exploring his mouth with her tongue.

It didn't take long for him to lie on the couch, pulling her along as she straddled his waist. His shirt was not seen in the near vicinity and she let her hands roam free on his smooth chest. If making her suffer was what he wanted to see, she had to give him a taste of his own medicine. Lightly, as if it were secret, she rolled her hips earning a pleasurable groan from him.

"Little devil..." He trailed off, unable to form proper sentences. She was finally succeeding. Her hand was trailing down to her zipper intending to lower it further down when the door flew open. Incident no: 4.

Mouths hanging open, abandoning their heated conversation stood Namjoon and Hoseok in pure shock. Kira was sensitively aware of their eyes on their posture and she suddenly dreaded not wearing pants. Hoseok was the first to react, he ran out of the house, pulling Namjoon along with him. He slammed the door and crouched; covering his eyes and ears as if he was expecting a bomb to set off in the apartment.

Kira looked back at the panting, sweating mess of a Taehyung underneath her. His hands were clutching onto her shirt and his eyes were as wide as a golf ball.

"Perfect. Next time, let's invite our parents over so that there's nobody left to walk-in on us." She muttered in anger as she slid off of him.

He silently put his shirt on and walked towards a fuming Kira.

"Sorry, babe." He said, pulling her closer with her zipper. He kissed her softly, his hand pulling at the zip. It was back to its original place by the tip of her chin. "I love you."

Kira felt her lips automatically tugging upwards.

"Keep the hoodie; it looks much better on you especially without pants."

Kira snorted in laughter. "Who said I was giving it back in the first place?" 

A/N: I am an innocent potato, I promise. 🙈