Jungkook's POV

There's something different about Taehyung today ... I can't get into it, but he doesn't look happy. He doesn't even seem to want to be in the same place as me, really. What did I do? Last time he practically had sex with my nipples and now he doesn't even look at me.

It was a week before Jhope called and scheduled another photo shoot. I was so fucking nervous. I was sure they had found a better person than me to be with Taehyung ... Maybe someone bigger, more handsome ... Well, whatever. Now I'm happy to be here because it means more money in my wallet. Not that I'm a bitch for money ... It's just nice to have good things. And I love eating out. And buy new things. I love buying new things. I just bought a new and thunderous stereo.

"Earth to Jungkook ..."

"What?" I asked, looking around the room. Taehyung is busy doing nothing in a corner, Jin is picking up the makeup from his bag and Jhope is staring at me. My kick is Hobi who wants my attention.

He rolled his eyes and threw me some clothes. "Go change and hurry up your ass."

I looked at the white uniform in my hands. Baseball. We'll have to play baseball players today. Taehyung is already in his uniform and he is very well. Again, the pants are a smaller number for him and his butt is perfect like that. The helmet is hiding his hair, but I know he'll soon be despised when we start shooting.

God, he doesn't have to look so angry. Maybe it's not even me, maybe I'm being selfish. Something may have happened in his personal life and it's making him act like this. Yeah, sure that's it.

After being changed and ready, Taehyung was throwing a baseball up and catching it in the air, as if that was not a big deal. I'm straight, but that fucking bitch, I could become gay for Taehyung. But only if I was very drunk. Drugged, maybe. Not that there's anything wrong with gays, I just don't think men are anything but attractive. But I'd be lying to myself if I said Taehyung was ugly, or something.

"Shit." The ball fell to the ground and rolled to me. I stepped on my foot and bent down to pick it up, clearly surprised that the white cloth didn't rip through my movement. Flipping back to Taehyung, I stared at his face and he still didn't look me in the face. If he can't look at me, how the hell are we going to do this session?

"Okay, Kook, bring your butt over and get the stick ... Make it look like you're having fun." Jhope told me, not looking up from the camera he was handling.

I tucked my package into my pants before walking to Taehyung, looking at him suspiciously. "Dude, are you okay? You look a little down today."

"I am fine." It was his short answer and I sighed at that. I have the feeling that this afternoon is going to be long.

"Bye, boys, have fun, you guys are fucking hot!" Jin said as he took out his book bag and reached for the door.

I nodded to him, but I don't think he saw me. I wished for a second that he could stay and improve the weather, but I know he has class. Damn it, why didn't I go to college? How did I put my damn ass in situations like that? I watched as Taehyung bent down to tie his shoes. Hmm. I think somebody would call me lucky.

"Oh, Tae! Passion! I need a little passion! What the fuck is wrong with you today?" "And Jungkook, you look constipated, fuck!" "What are you getting, folks? "You know what that means?" "It's probably a single, useful photo, you know what that means, you're killing me!"

Curse. When jhope gets angry it's even fun, but when he's screaming in your ear for the last twenty minutes, it kind of makes you want to break his camera, cry, or vomit. And Taehyung looks like he's going to do the same.

"There's no chemistry!" He complained, tapping on his knees to look dramatic. "What happened? You were doing so well last week!"

I glanced sideways at Taehyung for an answer. He just shrugged and looked at the floor. I looked back at Jhope and shrugged, too. Like, in the name of the fuck, do I have to look in love with someone who can not even look at me ?!

"Yeah, that ..." Jhope sighed and walked to the set. He pulled out his camera from the tripod and began packing everything, murmuring something to himself. I gave Taehyung a sad look and sat down on the couch. We were both shirtless and only in our white tights.

I could see Taehyung's black underwear by the slutty pantyhose he wore, and he's definitely not as excited as he was in the last session when we had erections of envy. I never imagined a guy would leave me like that. His tongue was incredible and the way he sucked my nipples ... Damn. That was great at sending goosebumps to the exact places.

"You two ..." Jhope muttered as he approached. "You're taking me seriously ... Jungkook, come here."

I got up and stopped at Taehyung's side. The last thing I wanted was to irritate Jhope even more.

Two seconds later, I was stuck with Taehyung ... I don't know what his last name is.

"What the fuck is that?" I shrieked, lifting my arm as well as Taehyung's, which was fastened to mine by a gray metal on his wrist.

"I'm going out for coffee and buying more film. When I get back, it's good that you're ready and it doesn't matter if it's fake or real, I don't give a damn." Jhope told us, taking his wallet and keys from the marble counter in the kitchen.

"You can't be serious." I said, my eyes growing in shock. "You can't fucking do it!"

He shrugged. "Look, Kook, you know I love you like a brother, but I need money too! And if you don't contribute, I'm fucked Oh, and you have to hold hands."

"What?!"

"Give the hands." He replied annoyingly, looking at our hands.

"And what the fuck?" I asked, not swallowing this story. That seemed like a strange fetish you see on TV late at night.

Jhope closed his eyes and told us to simply obey. I held Taehyung's hands in mine, but his fingers were loose.

"Sorry guys, but like I said," Jhope continued. "You two are my breadwinner."

"Yeah, but for God's sake, handcuffed?"

"I'm not a therapist, I don't know what the fuck I have to do. And besides ... " Jhope smiled, opening the door. "I saw it in a porn once and thirty seconds later the two hotties were clinging."

I gasped and stared at him. "This is not some fucking porn from your big collection, Hobi. That's real life."

Taking his jacket, Jhope looked at me, a little sad. "Look around, Jungkook ... Do you think anything here is real?" And with that, he closed the door behind him.

My mouth dropped open as he left, and finally I regained the ability to speak. "Great, this is just great!"

Taehyung rolled his eyes and threw himself on the couch, releasing my hand. "When will he come back,huh?"

I laughed nervously. "He said he was going to buy movies, which means he's going to the camera store, you know how much time he spent there last time?" "Almost three hours."

"Oh."

"IT's_." I answered back. "Oh." Hesitantly, before asking, I sat down next to Taehyung and looked at him sideways. "What happened to you today?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Why? Because you can't even look at me.Why, are you ashamed or something?" I asked, trying to keep my voice away from annoying, but I couldn't . I'm upset.

"Hmm ..." He shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know"

"Well, is anything out there?"

"Nothing, beyond my boring life, no." He replied.

I stared at him, catching my chin. "You are sick?"

"No."

"Did someone die?"

"No."

"So your cat ran away and got hit, or are you just being a retarded idiot for wanting to?" I spat, not worrying about anything.

A bruised look crossed his face and my stomach hit me. "Sorry ..." he said softly, throwing his arm around his waist, almost as if he were ashamed to be shirtless in front of me.

"Look ..." I started slowly. "I don't want to be a boring guy here, but we have a contract, you know? Without you, I can't do these pictures, so I kind of need you to collaborate."

He was silent for a few seconds, staring at his knee, as if the answer to all his questions were in the white mesh. "Yeah, I know ... I'm sorry." He said and I can swear he was sincere. "I just didn't imagine that ..." He stared at me and took a deep breath. "I didn't think I'd be so ... Intense."

It confused me and I narrowed my eyes. "Well, how did you expect it to be?"

He shrugged and pulled his knees up so he could rest his chin on them. "I don't know ... Ridiculous?"

I smiled and shook my head. "I'm glad you do not think I'm ridiculous."

The slight curve that appeared on his lips showed me that he was giving way. "You're far from ridiculous."

I took his hand and squeezed it amicably. No intention of pushing him away. "So, did you get better? Are you okay with the gay touches?"

He laughed this time, finally looking at me. "Not really."

"Neither do I ..." I almost lied. "I don't believe they have guys they like to take ... there."

"I know ..." He started as if to say something else, only he didn't know how.

"What?" I encouraged.

"It's just weird ... So the last time I had to ... you know ... with your ... you know?" He said, staring at my chest. "It was kind of cool that you got excited ... I liked that I could have done that ... And the same goes for women."

"It's ..." I agreed. "But it's not like I got so excited." I teased, smiling and dodging the cushion he threw at me.

"Whatever, man, I had you in the palm of your hand.""You were licking my nipples!" I pointed happily. "Of course I was kind of interested in what you were doing to them."

He shook his head in disbelief. "It was more than that and you know. You liked it."

I shrugged, not letting him win. "Maybe a little bit."

"Pft, a little ..." he murmured. "I bet I could ... Hmm, never mind.""No what?" I asked.

Slowly, a blush rose from his neck to his cheeks. "I bet I could make you cum just by doing those things on your nipples ... But then, that would be pretty gay."

I swallowed hard. God, I wanted so badly to accept that challenge. "Yeah, it would be pretty gay."

"It ...is But then ..." I started, but then I controlled myself.

"What?" He asked curiously in his voice.

"It's not like a really gay part was touched ... I mean, women have mouths and they have nipples, so I guess it's not so gay ..."

"It's true ..." Taehyung agreed. "But it would be pretty weird." He frowned.

I let my head fall to the side. "Are you saying the problem is here?" I asked, pointing to my chest.

"Uhhh ..." He looked at them quickly, then shook his head. "No ... No problem there."

I smiled. "How nice."

He laughed back and then looked at the handcuff. "Do you think we can get rid of this?"

"I think if Hobi comes back and finds out we can, he's going to freak out, man."

"Yeah, he can get really serious sometimes." Taehyung nodded. "Do you think we should hold hands, then, so he doesn't get so pissed off?"

I licked my lips. Is it possible to get hard just by holding hands? "It's ... I mean, it's better, just for, you know, he doesn't fire us or anything."

"He can do that?" Taehyung asked the one who was entwining our fingers. This time holding tightly and gently caressing my thumb with his.

"I have no idea." I said it and we laughed.

Our fingers didn't separate for the next hour as we talked and met, no more and no less than two straight guys holding hands.

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Okay i hope u liked this everyone ,ah i'm tired

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