Chapter twelve:
"Sobered Results"

Taehyung POV

"Dude!"

"Hmm?"

"Dude!"

"Yeadfdd..."

"DUDE!"

"What?!" I asked, popping my head up, and regretting it immediately, since the room started spinning out of control.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed with me?"

I flopped my head back down, rubbing my face in the pillow. My voice was beyond gone at this moment; all you could make out through the raspy, hoarseness of it was the vowels.

"Seriously... Taehyung?"

I growled, throwing the covers over my head, "It was the only spot available."

"Huh?"

I sighed, rolling over on my back, "I put Luna in the Champaign room a few hours ago. She passed out on me earlier. Yuri and Mark are in her bed, Jimin and Lisa are in Yoona's bed, you've got Yoona over there in Jennie's bed, I have no fucking idea where Jennie or Yoongi is, ...and everyone else is fucking sprawled out every fucking place..."

"Well..." Jungkook asked, scratching his head, "who the fuck is in your bed?"

"Namjoon and some girl."

"Ew, really? You let them fuck in your bed?"

"Noooo, I didn't let them, but..." I threw his covers over my head, trying to drown out the light from the bathroom, "I owe him one."

Jungkook snickered, shaking his head, "How's that?"

"Let's just say... I've been an ass too."

"You fucked in his bed before?!"

"A year or so back. That's what he gets for letting me visit him in New York, and bringing over fifty gorgeous chicks. Of course something was bound to happen with one of them. It's just physics."

"Damn dude... Why didn't you bring a few of 'em back with you when you came home?"

I growled, throwing his pillow over my head, "I don't know. Dude, can you be quiet, I'm really fucking drunk right now."

"Why don't you just go sleep with Luna? I'm sure she won't mind... You guys can work off some carbs together?"

"No. We're just friends."

"Bullshit."

"No really, we are."

"Since when?"

"Since... tonight. Look, dude, really... give me a break and let me crash here with you. Please?"

"Fine."

"Oh, and why is Rose in Yoona's bed with her? Where is Hoseok?"

"Hoseok's passed out in the bathtub."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Not at all. They were messing around, and then Yoona and I came in, and he said he had to go piss... next thing we knew, he was passed out. And I ain't picking him up."

"No... just leave him."

"Alright."

I rolled over to face the girls, throwing the covers over my head.

"By the way, Mr. Oh-I'm-just-friends-with-Luna... I saw that New Year's kiss. Just wanted to let you know ahead of time, if you guys fuck up things for Yoona and I, I swear to God man, I'm taking you out."

"Don't worry about it, Jungkook. Just get some sleep."

"I'm just saying-"

"I've got it. I'm pre-warned. Go to sleep."

"I would if this room stops spinning."

I snickered, covering my stomach, "Yeah, same here. If you're gonna throw up, aim it over there, and not on me, alright?"

"Yeah yeah, same for you."

"It's a deal. Now shut the fuck up."

*&*#!#$^%$^

The blow-dryer caused me to almost levitate off of the bed.

I shot up, blinking around and feeling my head sway around like a bucket of water.

My heart was beating out of my chest, my stomach was flipping in constant circles, and my entire body was a clammy mixture of heat and sweat.

"Ooops, sorry... Did I wake you?" Miss Evil Spawn herself replied in the most sarcastic voice I had ever heard.

"No," I growled, flopping back down on the mattress and covering my face.

"Good." Then she turned the dryer on full blast.

I took a deep breath and threw the pillow over my head, trying to block out the sound.

Then the radio turned on to fucking bullshit. All I needed right now was to hear a whiney fucking singer trying to pretend she was anything but another pop star, when we all knew the truth.

I threw the pillow off my head and sat back up, eyeing Yoona down.

She saw my reflection in the mirror and raised her eyebrow, while she continued to work on the ends of her hair.

I gave her a pointed look.

She turned off the blow dryer, twisting around in her long blue towel, "I thought you said I didn't wake you?"

"The blow-dryer did. Can you turn it off please? Who the hell blow-dries their hair at seven in the morning without having anywhere to go?"

"Probably the same type of person who steals their ex-girlfriend back from a charming, decent, intelligent man, just because they can't handle the competition."

I lay back down. "There was never any competition, Yoona."

"Oh really?" she sneered, placing the dryer down and her hands on her hips, "Well it's good to see that you're still an arrogant son of a bitch."

I sat back up, scratching my head, "I didn't force Luna to be with m-"

"Bullshit, Taehyung."

"I didn't. It was her choice. I walked away last night... and besides, we're not even together."

"You can't fool a magician, Taehyung."

"Look, Yoona, doesn't bitch hour start around noon?"

"I don't know, Taehyung. Is that before or after cocky, dipshit, arrogant asshole hour?"

I snickered, rising to my feet and throwing the covers back over a snoring Jungkook, "You've really got some issues, Yoona. I don't see how any of this is your business in the first place."

Before I could blink, I saw a blow-dryer flying at my head. I ducked, hearing it crash on the wall behind me, which caused Jungkook to snap up in the bed.

"Don't play your stupid bullshit, Taehyung! You're gonna break my sister's heart again, and I refuse to let it happen twice under my watch!"

"Are you fucking crazy?!" I shouted, picking it up from the nightstand with the broken lamp.

"I don't know, you tell me?"

"Yes! Yes you're fucking crazy," I replied, tossing the shit on her side of the mattress, beside a passed out Rose.

Yoona stormed out in front of me, her eyes flashing with fire, "Stay away from Luna, Taehyung. I'm not kidding. Next time, it won't be a blow-dryer at your head, it will be a plugged in one inside of your shower. Got it?"

I didn't break her gaze, instead giving her the same intenment she was giving me. "If Luna wants to be with me, Yoona, then that's her choice. You're not her fucking mother."

"No. It's not just her choice. Because she always runs to us when it goes bad, which it always did with you two, remember? Even in high school, when ya'll had one of your stupid fights, she ran to me! I always had to pick up her broken heart, I always had to get her to eat and shower and everything else when one of your guys' shit exploded so bad, that she didn't even want to move out of her bed, Taehyung! This is my business! Luna was happy before you came on this trip! She was finally moving on. Why in the hell would you ever get it in your head that I'd be fine with it and just allow this to happen again?!"

"Baby, come on-"

"Stay out of it, Jungkook!"

Jungkook shook his head, throwing the covers over his head and laying back down.

"It's fine, Kook," I replied, giving her a smirk.

"See? That's what I mean. You're all cocky and arrogance, Taehyung. You don't care about my sister at all. She's just another game to you."

I nodded, licking my lip. "You're right. That's all she is."

"Yes."

"Well, you know what I'm gonna do Yoona? I'm gonna leave this room."

"Good. Get out."

"In fact," I continued, walking around her with a smile, "I'm gonna go see if Luna will wake up. I'm sure she'll be more than willing to play a few... games with me."

"Taehyung, don't you fucking dare." She hissed at me.

"No, no, Yoona, it's fine. I'm sorry to have disturbed your fantastic morning. In fact, I'll buy you another hair dryer and everything."

"Taehyung."

"Really, really," I smirked, opening her door. "I think Luna's waiting on me. She's probably really lonely in there all by herself... Probably really wants my company right now. I've got to go."

With that, I shut her door and strolled down the hallway.

I could hear Yoona throwing a tantrum, but I just kept going, until I reached the Champaign room.

I quietly opened the door, to find Luna sleeping with my jacket over her black dress, curled over on her side where I left her a couple hours ago.

Her soft, brown hair swept behind her and out of her face on the pillow, her knees bent, and her hand holding a rose I found by the fireplace earlier.

She was beautiful.

I smiled and locked the door behind me, then walked over to her.

Brushing a stray strand away from her eyes, I leaned down, kissing the side of her head.

She hummed, nuzzling her face into the side of the pillow.

Snickering, I bent down and pressed my lips to her warm forehead, lingering there for a moment. She smelled of strawberries and cinnamon, like always, mixed with some serious alcohol intoxication.

I smiled against her skin, before pulling my face back up.

Then I walked over to the rocking chair beside the window, and took my residence there, crashing out as quickly as possible.

Yooba never tried to get in here.

I'm sure Jungkook put her in her place for awhile.

He hates to be woken up when he's hungover. It doesn't matter who they are.

-

Jennie POV

I groaned, pissed that I woke up from my amazing dream. Who in their right mind would want to wake up from a dream involving Timothee Chalamet, Harry Styles, and you sitting on top of a poker table watching them strip down from their losing hands?

I felt two arms wrap around my stomach, and froze instantly as they pulled me up against them. I glanced over my left shoulder, watching dark hair press up against me as the face nuzzled against my back. Then all the giddy butterflies soared over me, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, considering I was still feeling buzzed.

I pulled away slightly so I could roll on my back, to look at him. Thank God you woke up, Jennie, I thought to myself. Just look at him.

Yoongi continued to nuzzle, pressing his forehead against my shoulder as his eyes fluttered to a solid close. His face was warm, and he smelled delicious, in spite of the New Year's festivities.

I bit my lip and smiled, raising my right hand over my body so I could play with his hair. It was soft and silky, and once I pulled on it and released, it bounced back to its normal position. He could be in hair commercials, I thought to myself with a giddy smile.

Yes, leave it to me to think of hair commercials. I am a girl.

I twisted over on my right side, and he pulled me closer to him, our chests and pelvic reasons touching. Curling my fingers together and sliding them under my face, I realized I couldn't wipe away my smile as I stared at him. He was the definition of serenity, wrapped up in a golden box with a big cherry-red bow.

And I couldn't believe I was lying next to him.

Just days before, I never imagined this possible. I never knew he had the same feelings toward me... I mean, sure, I guess I wondered about it.

After all, I did put both him and Taehyung in blue outfits, so either way, I'd be okay to dance with the two men of my choice, knowing they'd match me, and knowing that I'd feel secure either way. I almost figured that Taehyung and I would get drunk together, and hook up and regret everything in the morning... I mean, once I realized I didn't care about him in a boyfriend sense, it'd be pretty shitty of me to hook up with him. And yeah, sure I was still attracted to him - who isn't - but... I'm just so glad Yoongi opened his eyes and realized what he could have.

Because there were no one else's arms I'd rather be in than his.

Ever.

Ever, ever, ever, I thought, giggling again.

"What are you giggling about over there?" Yoongi's raspy voice asked, as he kept those eyes of his closed.

I bit my lip, tensing up, "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"No... I quite enjoyed the vibrations of your body in my sleep... Until it... you know... affects me."

"A-affects you how?" I stammered, my heart rising to my throat.

"How do you think?" he replied with a smile, causing me to lose all sense of consciousness. It amazed me, that while he was still half-asleep with his eyes closed, all he had to do was grin and I was a goner.

This couldn't be good for our relationship.

His thumbs began to stroke the small of my back while he continued to smirk. I shivered, closing my eyes as tremors pushed through me. If the slightest touch or grin had the ability to turn me inside out, I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to make love to him one day.

"What are you thinking over there, Beautiful?"

"Making love to you," I replied, before covering my mouth and freezing up into ice. Oh my God, Jennie, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

God, Yoongi is truly bringing out the ditzy side of me!

His eyes popped open, and he blinked a few times before his eyes found my horror-stricken ones.

Oh dear God, oh dear God...

"I-I, uh..." I closed my eyes, wanting to find a hole and crawl into. This is twice I've made a complete ass of myself around him.

He snickered, his warm hands finding mine and pulling them off of my face, "Why are you hiding from me?"

"Please just kill me now."

"Why?" he laughed again, and my eyes found his.

I felt so embarrassed. "I'm such an idiot. I'm gonna scare you away before we even make it twenty-four hours."

He snickered, "And why would you think you're scaring me away?"

"Because!" I shouted, realizing I sounded like a pouty four-year-old. "Not counting masturbatory incidents, and home wrecker tendencies... we now have to add insert-foot-in-mouth moments to my resume."

"Jennie!" he laughed, rolling on his back and pulling me on top of him, "First of all, you're not a home wrecker. You didn't try anything on me while I was with anyone else."

"But-"

"Shhh," he replied hoarsely as he covered my mouth, "And secondly, your masturbatory incident was just... mind-blowing..."

I buried my face into his striped sweater, praying a piece of the ceiling would crash on me.

"...and third... The insert-foot-in-mouth comments happen to everyone. No worries."

"Yoongi, you're too nice."

"No, I'm a realist."

"I still can't believe you caught me," I growled to myself as I inhaled more of his Cool Water scent.

"When? In the bathtub?"

"Yes!" I hissed, almost crying in frustration. "No one has ever caught me before."

He laughed, rocking my small frame as he lay underneath me, "Well... maybe one day, you can do it in front of me without me interrupting you..."

"Oh my God," I groaned, although my body tightened to his sensual response, "I don't think so."

"Why not? I mean, necessarily... isn't it fair for you to do that?"

"How so?!"

"Because... I was involved, technically. I think I deserve a show... you know... to see what I may be up against one day... The reality versus the... fantasies of me."

"Yoongi," I pouted, refusing to lift my head and look at him, "you're not making me feel better."

"I'd do it for you."

My head popped up immediately, my face shocked without reservation. Yoongi snickered, pulling me up on him, to where I rested my chin on his breastbone.

"You're lying!" I replied.

"I'm not. If you caught me jerking off and calling out your name... I would most definitely show you. It'd only be fair."

"Grr," I growled, trying to cover my face, but Yoongi refused me, pulling my hands away. "You're so not fair."

"I'm completely fair."

I curled out my bottom lip and pouted. He licked his lip as his index finger lifted and began to caress it. All I could think about was sticking my tongue out and sucking on it. I'm sure every single piece of him tasted exquisite. My heart began to pound out of my chest and onto him, and I felt my hands tensing with my frame.

"What are you thinking?" he whispered, as his hands began to rub on my back.

"About kissing you."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

He pulled me up higher on him, and I straddled him in my blue dress. "Well," he replied, his voice sexy-like and southern as he rubbed the length of my arms, "get over here and do it then."

I smiled and did as he commanded, leaning over and kissing him aggressively. I couldn't hold myself back. His lips parted the same time mine did, and his warm tongue darted out the same time mine did. I opened my mouth wider, demanding more attention, which he complied. He pressed down on my lower back, causing a slight moan to escape my lips. I felt him lick slowly, before engulfing me with his mouth.

All I wanted to do was grind on him.

And shred these clothes.

And admire him naked.

And demand he do the vilest things possible to me, for the rest of eternity, without stopping. That way, I could die happily = having sex with a God-like creature. What a better way to go, right?

He rolled us over, pushing up against me as our kiss deepened to the extremes. I ran my fingers from his back, along his neck, and up into that golden, sexy hair of his.

"Oh, that feels nice..." he whispered on my lips, before kissing me again. As soon as he began to speak to me within our heated moment, I felt my undoing coming on strong. My body became ignited with flames, and I needed more fuel.

"Yoongi," I gasped, lifting my head to him when he tried to pull back for air. There was no way I wanted the kiss to end.

"Mmm," he hummed, giving me slight kisses, "you taste so good, Jennie."

I gripped his shoulders, trailing my legs up the sides of his before wrapping them around his waist.

I had no idea he was a talker! This is better than my fantasies!

This truly excited to me... Most men don't do that, except for a few groans during the main act. Oh dear God, I am in Heaven!

He gently bit my bottom lip, pulling back a little while he smiled at me. And I felt the shivering effect on me intensify... bringing back my previous thoughts I had of him awhile back... I wonder if it was possible to have an orgasm just by kissing him.

His tongue slid back between my lips, causing another moan to escape from my throat. He kissed with extreme passion, as if were the last act he could commit on this Earth. He tasted amazing, and the way his tongue trailed along mine in perfect symmetries... I felt my entire lower body intensify beneath him... tensing up... pulsing... Yes... it was definitely possible.

I gasped, refusing him to pull away once again. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him to me as hard as I could. He smiled against my lips again, before sucking my tongue into his mouth. Oh dear God!

His hands began to caress the back of my thighs, up toward my lace booty shorts. I pulled my face away to gasp for air as my shudders continued, but this time, he refused me. He pressed his sexy face back against mine, parting my lips with his before darting his tongue back inside my warm mouth.

I tugged on his hair, as the tips of his fingers traced the edges of the panties. Was he going to touch me?!

I sealed my eyes closed, trembling beneath his frame like a fallen leaf.

"Hey," he pulled back slowly, panting as much as I was.

"Yes?" I gasped.

"Are you alright?"

"Mmhmm," I replied, licking and tasting the sweetness of Yoongi that lingered on my lips, "yes."

Yoongi grinned, "Are you sure?"

"Yes... just... wow." I exhaled.

"What?"

"I'm just... I think it's possible to come by you just kissing me." I replied, biting my lip.

He pulled his face back a few inches, his sparkling eyes finding mine as his smile grew larger, "...Really?"

"Yes."

He grinned again, "Wanna find out?"

"Mmhmm," I nodded, all too eager as I pulled on him.

He laughed and came back down to me. And this time, he put everything he had into it... From gentle and romantic, to eager and desperate... His tongue did amazing tricks against mine and my lips... and his fingers never even touched my center... just the edge of the panties around my butt. And three minutes later, I was a goner...

Completely mush and gasping into his mouth as he pushed harder against me. He continued his teasing until I couldn't even move anymore. Then he buried his face into my collar bone while I unsteadily tried to regain my breathing patterns, my heart almost bouncing his face off my body.

I pulled my lip in my mouth, slowly prying my fingers from his shoulders. I didn't even realize I was gripping him that tight.

"Wow," he whispered as he rested his cheek against my heart, "I never knew that was even possible for a woman."

"Apparently it is," I gasped, pulling my trembling hand away from him completely.

I felt... weird.

"You're embarrassed," he guessed.

I nodded, covering my face, "A little... I'm just constantly worried about what you're gonna think of me... I just like you so much and I don't want to ruin my chances by saying idiotic things before I think them through, or having orgasms just by kissing you and then you think I'm a freak, and I just-"

"Jennie," he snickered as he lifted himself above me.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not meaning to laugh at you darlin'. It's just... you're so beautiful. Really, you are. And you're sweet, and caring, and dedicated... you're feisty and spunky and have all this energy... you're compassionate and endearing and intelligent... you've got a career path planned... you're everything I've ever wanted in a woman, but never thought I could get. Why on earth would you think I'd think negatively about you?"

"I-I don't know," I stammered as I crinkled my forehead. "I'm just worried I'm not good enough for you, and it's going to dawn on you that you should be with the Luna's of the world, like other people."

"By the Luna's, are you referring to the friend of mine who ended up stringing me along and cheating on me in the end?"

"Uh..."

He shook his head, smiling as his index finger brushed my cheek, "You're all I want, Jennie. I'm more confident about that decision than any I've ever made before."

I frowned, unable to hide it, "How are you so sure though?"

"I feel like I've known you for years... Ever since Jimin and I saw you at Luna and Yoona's house, before we even left on this trip... I told Jimin that. I just... knew that you and I'd have a connection."

"Me too."

"Good. Then stop worrying your pretty little head about what I think, or what I want... Because both answers are simple: You."

I smiled as he rolled over to his side and snuggled up against me.

Yoongi sighed, pulling the covers over us, "And if we weren't sneaking down here in their parents' bedroom, I'd have to even up the score on our whole... orgasm bet."

I giggled, burying my face into his chest, "You'd be in some serious trouble if we weren't in here."

"Is that so?"

"Oh yeah... that's so."

-

Luna POV

I opened my eyes, making the loudest wheezing noise possible. My chest ached, my throat burned, and my temples throbbed.

I felt like I was sleeping on a waterbed, and would have convinced myself of that, except I knew there were no waterbeds in this cabin.

Covering my forehead, I rolled over and took a glance at the clock.

It read 12:23 p.m.

After adjusting my eyes, I sat up on my elbows, looking around. How in the hell did I end up in the Champaign room?

Then I noticed Taehyung asleep in the chair beside the bed. His legs were stretched out, and his elbow was on the armrest, his face in his palm. He was wearing his white shirt unbuttoned, his suspenders still dangling, his shoes still on, and his hair a beautiful mess...

Then I noticed I had his jacket on over my dress. I felt giddy all at once.

New Year's and the kiss really did happen last night.

It wasn't just a dream!

After a while, I found myself frowning. I felt a little sad that he didn't even want to sleep next to me.

He asked that we take things slow, and I have to respect his decision... right?

Feeling pretty nauseated and dizzy, I slowly crawled on my knees, over the covers toward that side of the bed. I reached over and shook his knee, feeling the jolt of electricity bounce between us.

He slowly moved his hand, his face dropping down into the air before bouncing back up and blinking at me.

"Hey," I whispered to him.

"Hey," he replied, his voice so hoarse that I only heard the 'e' in it.

"Why don't you come lay over here with me, so you don't hurt your neck trying to sleep like that?"

He blinked a few more times and sat up slowly, his muscles tense with strain. "What time is it?"

"It's after noon."

"Wow," he replied, this time I only heard the 'o'. "I hadn't imagined I'd be sleeping this late."

"You sort of... look like ass," I replied with a giggle, "in a handsome way though."

"Thanks," he smirked at me as he scratched his head, "I feel like ass."

"Me too."

"Yeah... but at least you look beautiful while you're doing it."

He slowly stood up, stretching his arms over his head, and then he began to rub his stomach, making a sour face.

It almost made me nauseated, as my own stomach began to twist around without my permission.

Then he bent over and crawled on his hands and knees up beside me, plopping down on his stomach, and his face falling into the pillow.

I curled out my bottom lip, reaching my hand up and rubbing the back of his head.

His hair was so thick and beautiful within my fingers.

It alone made me tingle.

He shot up, startling me as I froze up. Then he scooted his body over, until he plopped his head down into my lap, "I don't feel too good."

I bit my lip, rubbing his neck as he nuzzled his face into my leg. Why did I have to be clothed?

"Poor, poor, baby," I whispered with a blush, as my heart began to speed up.

"I know. Poor me."

We were flirting.

And I loved it.

And I missed it.

And I wanted it to never end.

"I think I need to be loved on," he whispered hoarsely.

I couldn't stop smiling. "I think... I can manage that."

His hands began to massage my thigh as he continued his adorable, weakened pout in my lap. Every time he touched me, I trembled with the contact. It was as if he was made of ice or something, and my own body had the worst sunburn on record... he felt amazing.

I bit my lip, trying to fight back the evil ideas I had of throwing my legs around his head... It'd be so easy to do, too. Bad Luna. Bad.

"Mmm," he hummed, his hot breath cascading against my skin in delicate patterns.

I began to massage his shoulders and neck, receiving a "that feels good" from him.

"Yeah?" I prodded, massaging him more as I ignored my own head swaying from side to side like I was at sea. "Good."

He brought the tip of his cold nose to my inner thigh, rubbing a slight circle against it, "...really good."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, fighting against my own willpower. Taking it slow, taking it slow.

His hand began to run along my shin, up and around my knee, massaging as he went.

Oh dear God, we're taking it slow.

Then he tilted his face and provided a sweet kiss on my inner thigh.

Before I realized it, I gripped his skin with my fingers, biting my lip so hard I thought I was going to draw blood.

"Uh..." I felt him pull his face away, and turn it in my direction, "Are you okay? Ow..."

His hands came around mine and he pulled them away from his neck, willing me to open my eyes, which I eventually did.

"Luna?"

"Sorry," I gasped, shaking my head from my dizzy alteration, "I, uh... Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Mmhmm. Much."

He chuckled, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Fine. Perfect."

I glanced down at his bright eyes, feeling my breath hitch again. Taking it slow, taking it slow, taking it slow.

"Good," he replied, before resting his head back to my lap and placing my hands on his neck again, "you can continue if you'd like."

Oh Taehyung. If you only knew the things I'd like to do to you.

*&*#!#$^%$^

After I straddled his back and gave him my best deep tissue massage I could muster in my hung-over state, he seemed very grateful. He pulled me beside him, as his index finger and thumb twirled a piece of my long hair around.

We talked about our friends who were visiting.

We talked about the party, and about the kiss we had.

We talked about everyone hooking up.

And all the while, I laid here and thought about one thing the entire time: kissing him.

My mouth literally began to water as I thought about him... I could taste him on my tongue, could feel the sweetness taking over my mouth, until it absorbed into my body...

I closed my eyes, pulling my lips together in a line.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice still as hoarse as it was a few hours ago.

I shook my head, unable to control the trembling in my voice if I tried to speak.

"Tell me."

I shook my head again, forcing a smile as I reopened my eyes.

His own were warm, and inviting, and making it that much harder to resist him. "Please?"

"It's nothing," I replied softly, "I've just... missed you."

"I've missed you too."

I licked my lips, and nodded, scooting closer to him.

Our faces were mere inches apart.

Three inches... that's all it would take.

I parted my lips, breathing as deep as I could.

He smiled gently at me, his eyes blinking slowly.

I felt stunned, like my brain had little sparkles floating around inside of it.

What was he doing to me?

"You know..." he whispered as his fingers brushed my cheek, "...I really want to kiss you right now."

My breathing hitched and my eyes locked on his, as my heart began to pound rapidly in unsteady beats. "I really want to you to kiss me right now too."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yes."

"Mmm," he nodded as he slowly scooted closer to me.

My entire body felt like it had been wrapped too tightly in some sort of elastic, and if I moved in any direction whatsoever, I was going to burst and explode and lose my damn mind.

He hummed, rolling half-way over me as he rubbed his nose along my shoulder.

I began to tremble, curling my fingers into slight balls as he worked his beautiful face up to me. He smelled delicious, like mints, cigarettes, body wash, and alcohol... All I wanted him to do was take me over and never let me come up for air. Bring the shackles, Taehyung. I'm yours, take me away.

He began to slowly lower his face over mine, slower than necessary, if you ask me.

He rubbed his nose up and down mine, causing me to completely lose my mind.

I watched as he began to slightly open his mouth, tilting his head as he leaned closer.

I parted my trembling lips, begging him to just kiss me already.

Just do it!

He brushed his lip against mine, and my heart stopped all at once.

He was right there... God, I've wanted this for so long now.

Then, he licked his lips and pulled away a little, "Mmm... absence does make the heart grow fonder."

Then he pulled completely away, rolling back onto his back.

"W-w... a-are you kidding me right now?" I stammered, covering my heart and demanding it to start beating again.

What a fucking tease!

He chuckled and shook his head, before rolling over and facing away from me.

"Taehyung!" I shouted as I propped up on my elbows, shooting daggers at his perfect, messy disarrayed hair. "Are you serious?"

He chuckled again, not turning back to face me.

I knocked the rose off the pillow, grabbed it, and swung it around, hitting him in the head with it, "You are so not fair!"

He laughed, wrapping the edge of the covers around him, "I was just seeing what you'd do, Luna."

"You are making me so frustrated!"

"I'm sorry, love."

"No you're not," I pouted, before crossing my arms and lying back clear on my side of the bed, as far away from his warm body heat as possible. "You're a jerk."

"But... I love you, Luna," he replied with another chuckle.

"Shut up Taehyung. God!"

All he did was laugh more. Giving me that cocky, arrogant... all too sexy laugh of his.

He was making me lose my mind.

-

Jimin POV

I felt hot breath in my ear, causing me to tremble. "Jiminie..."

"Mmm?" I asked, rolling over and wiping my ear in the cover.

That shit did too much to me.

Hot breath on my ears... mother fuck me.

"Jiminie..."

"Yes?" I felt my ear lobe turn wet, as it was drawn between hot lips.

My eyes popped open and I rolled over, finding Lisa wearing nothing but a beautiful smile as she cozied up beside me.

"Mornin'" I grumbled to her with a taunt smile. "What time is it?"

"Three thirty in the afternoon."

"Oh. Well then, I guess it'd be... good evening."

"Good evening," she replied with a snicker. She was perfect. And her bright eyes... Jesus fucking Christ.

She grinned at me. "I was... thinking about asking you to join me in the shower. What do you think?"

"About joining you in the shower?" I asked as I lifted my head.

"Yes."

"Well... if you want to ask me, then I'd say... lead the way, sexy."

She giggled, running her fingers through my thick hair, "You were so amazing last night."

And then I fucking beamed, unable to hide it. "Which time?"

"Every time."

Damn fucking straight. "Thank you. So were you."

"Good," she replied with a slight smile. "Wanna do it again?"

I laughed, rolling over on my back as she straddled my hips. She was naked and beautiful, as the sunlight beamed across her nipples and perfect stomach.

"Fuck yes," I replied, my hands gliding along her hips.

She pressed my shoulders down into the mattress, before scooting under the sheets, throwing them over her head as she went.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll see..." she replied, as I felt her wrap me in her delicate hands.

"Oh dear God," I said, throwing my head back into the covers as she took me in her mouth, making me hard as a rock inside of her throat

She's done this several times now.

All we've done is had sex, since we came up here to mine and Yoona's room. And each time, it's been better than the last. I've never known a woman to be so flexible, and... let's just say, I've had my share of experience with them. But Lisa... she liked anything. Any position I could think of, she was eager, flexible, and more than willing. And she wasn't a ho, that much I knew. Which made it that much hotter. There was nothing sexier than a woman on the streets and a freak in my bed.

We've gone through half a fucking box of condoms. I've gotten a mere three hours of rest. From noon until now. But as I lay back, watching her head bob up and down beneath the covers, I knew I didn't need to sleep ever again. How many people can say they've fucked supermodels and successfully get away with it? Oh yeah. Me. Jimin fucking Park.

She threw the covers from her head, and my eyes widened as I watched her continue to work on me. I leaned forward, brushing the hair out of her eyes. She pulled away, licking her lips as she panted, "Thank you. It's so hot under the covers."

I snickered with a nod, moving all her hair to the side of her face.

She provided another lick, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Dear God, she was sexy. "I got an idea... can we continue this in the shower?"

"Of course," I replied with a smile. She nodded, and turned around on her knees, giving me a beautiful view of her naked body. I rubbed my face before following her into the bathroom.

She quickly turned on the water and pulled me inside, causing me to laugh out loud. It amazed me, how hung-over I wasn't. I guess Yoongi's mother was right when she told us all that physical activities were the best for hangover's that one day... I'm sure she didn't mean it in the way I took it, of course...

Regardless, I'd have to call her and send her a gift basket.

Lisa pulled me to her, through the water, until she was smashed up against the wall. I gripped her hips, picking her up as I pushed into her harder. She bit my bottom lip as she dug her fingers through my hair, panting, "I want you now."

"Oh yeah?" I asked as I bit her neck.

She threw her head back, causing a loud smack to echo on the wall.

I pulled her away, gripping the back of her head with my hands. "Are you okay?" I asked with a chuckle.

She nodded, before pushing me back hard and pinning me up against the shower door, "Perfect."

"Good," I panted, gripping her hips roughly.

"Keep your eyes on me," she said as she began to lower her body on mine.

I brushed the water out of my face, watching her twist around. Then she rose back up, rubbing her ass against my legs as she went. I watched as she leaned over, holding herself up on the seat in the shower, while her left hand found me and guided me to her entrance.

"Are you watching?" she panted, before whipping her head around and resting her chin on her shoulder to look at me.

"Yes."

She continued to move, until she was pushing me inside of her.

"Fuck," I groaned, gripping her hips and pulling her to me, until I was all the way inside.

"Oh yes, fuck me," she panted, as she began to push and pull herself along my dick...

My eyes clamped up, and I pulled out, pushing my body against the door, "Wait, wait, we've got to stop."

"Why?" she asked as she rose to her feet, twisting around and looking at me, her blue eyes filled with shock.

"I don't have a condom on."

"It's okay, I'm on birth control."

I shook my head, wiping my face from the water, "I know, it's just... I don't feel comfortable doing it without it."

She pinned her body against me, stroking me with her palm, "But... it feels so much better, for both of us this way."

"I know," I panted as I closed my eyes, "but... I'd still feel safer with one."

"Okay," she replied, before moving me to the side and opening the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To go get one."

I nodded, walking over and quickly scrubbing my face and hair.

She was back within seconds, twisting me around.

She stuck the gold wrapper in my lips and teeth, and keeping her eyes locked on me, she opened her mouth and tore the top of it open with her teeth.

My heart began to speed up as I watched her trail her tongue inside the wrapper, pulling the contraception out by the tip of her tongue. She grinned and lowered to her knees, before applying it to my body... with her mouth.

"Oh. Fuck. Me."

"Mmm," she replied as she pulled her mouth away, "I plan on it."

Before she could blink, I had her pulled back to her feet, twisted around, and planted against the shower seat, picking up where we left off.

After all, I'm dominant, by nature.

And she loved every fucking minute of it.

That's why she was a keeper.

-

Jungkook POV

"Yoona," I called for the eighteenth time in the hour, knocking on the bathroom door.

We were fine after Taehyung left, and all the hours past it... until I defended my friend.

Apparently, that's a big no-no in Yoona's book.

"Go away, Jungkook."

"Not 'til you come out here and talk to me."

"No. Go away."

I sighed, leaning my forehead against the door, "I love you."

"I love you too, but your words don't seem to stop you from your actions."

"Yoona, all I said was that you needed to give Taehyung another chance."

"Why should I?"

"Because... Taehyung is one of my best friends on this entire planet. I know a lot about the kid, more than anyone else almost. He's a good guy, Yoona. We've all made bad mistakes, but... how would you like it if you were being held down by your past decisions?"

"That's not the point, Jungkook! You didn't see Luna, in the hospital after she had that severe panic attack. And you didn't see Luna the day she tried to ... to... God I can't even say it."

I slid to the floor, noticing her feet move along the crack of the door. "Babe, you've got to let Luna make her own decisions."

"No, I have to protect her. It's my job."

"I understand that you're the older sister and all of that, but-"

"It's not just me being the older sister, Kook!" she sobbed through the door. "Okay? The hospital almost wanted to keep Luna for a couple weeks, because her depression got so bad. They were going to admither, until she agreed to let me be her pointed guardian and take care of her while our parents were away. I'm not doing all this shit again."

I pressed my forehead against the door, shaking my head, "Luna's a lot older than eighteen now, Yoona. I'm sure she won't make that same mistake twice."

"She already is."

"No... She's just thinking about what she wants, and not what everyone else wants her to want."

"He's no good for her."

"According to you... but you don't have to date him, babe."

"Jungkook! Why can't you just be on my side? Why can't you just support your girlfriend?"

"It's not that I'm picking sides. I'm on the fence babe, I don't have sides. Taehyung's my buddy, and you're my girl. I understand both your reasoning's... But I think we have to give them a chance to decide for themselves."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!"

I exhaled. "Yes, Yoona."

She swung open the door, and I found her sitting on her knees, with her hand on the door handle as she glared at me, "I'm not picking her up off the ground again, Jungkook. I-I can't do it. I'm not going to spend every waking moment hiding fucking bottles of prescription drugs from her, and knives, and ropes, and anything else I could think of that could possibly hurt her, if she allowed it to. If she ever convinced herself she had no way out unless that mother fucker was with her... If her depression got any worse, Jungkook, I swear, she was going to kill herself."

I shook my head, "Luna's not like that. She's not that type of person."

"You didn't fucking see her!" she sobbed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, "You don't know! You didn't come home one day, to find your sister who just graduated two weeks before, sitting in a bathtub for so long that she became hypothermic. I called Jimin, freaking out, and made him come over and help me. Luna kept breathing heavily, begging Jimin to help her, shouting she was having a heart attack. He picked her soaked, pale body up out of the tub, and we took her to the hospital, where they had to inject her with all this shit and wrap all these heated covers around her... They wouldn't even allow pencils or anything to be around her until they knew her state of mind. It's not that Jimin and I always hated Taehyung, Jungkook. But we saw what he did to her. We saw the toll he took on her... And I swear to God, I will not go through that again."

I ran my fingers through my hair as I scooted closer to her, "I know that must have been hard for you."

"Hard?!" She repeated, her hands falling to her lap as her tears got heavier, "No, not hard. Disastrous."

I nodded, crawling closer, "I understand baby, and I'm sorry you had to do that. But I've seen Taehyung down, too. I've seen him strung high on drugs, popping shit left and right, all these sorts of pills. One time, I found him face down on my kitchen floor, with his eyes almost fucking white, and bloodshot all to hell. He was pale as a ghost, and limp as a fucking string bean. At first, I thought he was dead... Then he just fucking began shaking, and I couldn't stop him or calm him down. His body temperature kept rising and rising, and he began to sweat and shit, gasping for air. He kept clawing at my shirt with what little strength he had, begging me to help him with what little words he could get out... Most of them were all incomprehensive. I made my buddy Joe call his dad, and he flew over there. It turned out, he was having a reaction to fucking Ecstasy. His dad said that he almost had Hyponatremia, which is a condition where excess fluid intake swells the brain mixed with that drug, normally resulting in a fucking coma. He said if I arrived fifteen minutes later, Taehyung probably wouldn't have made it. That he'd be fucking dead."

Yoona had her hand covering her throat, as her eyes were wide and filled with tears.

I nodded, rubbing my face, "It wasn't just Luna that was having a hard time. They both took the break up pretty fucking bad."

"Which is why they shouldn't be together!" she shouted at me.

"No," I said, shaking my head, "that's not the reason. Look, babe, I don't want to see Taehyung or Luna get hurt again either. But if you push them away from each other... now that they're trying to make all this shit work and get it all figured out... I think pushing them away from each other is going to have worse effects on them, than allowing them to work it out for themselves. Neither of them are in the state of minds that they were in back then, when it was too difficult on them... They're mature. They're both stronger. They're going into this with both eyes open. And right now... They need support, not negativity."

Yoona shook her head, wiping her face again, "I'm sorry Jungkook. I can't do it."

I sighed, leaning back against the door, "Well, I'm sorry too. But I can."

She nodded, crossing her arms uncomfortably around her chest, "So... where does that leave us, then?"

"I'm not sure. Wherever you want it, I guess."

She sighed, shaking her head, "I don't want us to break up over them."

"Then we won't."

"But I cannot support your decision to encourage Taehyung and Luna, Jungkook. I won't do that."

"And... I cannot support your decision to keep them apart."

She nodded, leaning against the cabinet, "This could get bad for us."

"Yes."

"And I really think you're making a big decision in wanting them to be together."

"I respect that. But I don't agree."

"Fine."

"Okay."

And we dropped it.

And we didn't talk about it again for the rest of the day.

Instead, we curled up on my bed and watched television for the rest of the night, dozing off between our hang over's and bathroom breaks.

Oh, yeah... Hoseok never left the empty tub. But we checked, and he was breathing. No worries.

-

Taehyung POV

After Luna and I recognized that no one else was leaving the bedrooms today, we decided to make our way downstairs to the kitchen, around eight at night.

I put her in my boxers and undershirt, while I kept on my slacks and no shirt.

And dear God, did she look perfect in my clothes.

We were both starving, yet still sickly.

Hung-over, but fine.

But we both knew that if we kept ourselves cooped up in that bedroom... something was going to go down. And we were both hanging on the too-horny-to-stop-it ledge, by one finger.

So I suggested soup.

Luna had her hands in her lap, sitting in one of the barstools by the counter as she watched me dig through cabinets.

"Do you want your favorite?" I asked as I twisted around to her.

She smiled, "Do you remember what it is?"

"Of course," I replied, giving her my best crooked smile, "It's cheese chicken tortilla."

She became giddy, unable to hide her pink blush from me, "I didn't think you'd remember."

"I remember everything about you," I replied, as I twisted to turn back to the cabinets.

I could hide my giddy smile from her this way. Thank you, Jesus.

I cleared my throat, pulling things out, "So... is that what you're craving, then?"

"Are... are you going to make it?"

"Yes."

"Really?" she replied, her voice high and giddy again, causing me to snicker.

I twisted around, in just enough time for to watch her push her face into her fist, "Yes."

"'K," she replied, not moving her hand.

I nodded, before turning back around. I pulled out all the ingredients, the main ones being chicken stock, cooked chicken, green peppers, jalapeno peppers, garlic...

I began to work on it, sautéing the onions and garlic in a pan, while I cut the chicken and tortillas and threw them in the flour.

As I worked, I noticed her tilting her head and watching me, or blushing, or biting her lip, or fidgeting with her fingers.

She was so damn adorable, and she had no idea.

While I let it simmer, I began to work on the sauce.

"Are you making that from scratch?" she asked, popping up on her elbows across the counter.

I smirked, "Of course."

"Wow... what's the occasion?"

I twisted around, giving her my best smile, "Because you love me."

"Ohhh," she replied with a smile, and that damn blush went back again to her cheeks.

"Well, um, is there anything that... I can do for you?"

I grinned. "Sure. Sit there and look beautiful. Shouldn't be that hard, right?"

"Taehyung, stop," she replied, covering her face quickly, before running her fingers through her hair.

"Stop what?" I replied with a chuckle, knowing damn well what she was talking about.

"Being you. I can't handle it."

I laughed, continuing to cook her food, "I'm sorry love, I cannot do that."

She let out a playful grown, covering her face again.

That made me laugh more.

I stuck the tortillas in the oven at 400ºF, sprinkling it with salt before closing the door.

I began to hum an unknown lullaby, something that had been in my head for a few days, while I continued to work my magic.

It always impressed Luna that I knew how to cook. I think it made her more turned on.

"Stop it," she growled at me.

"What did I do?" I replied with a laugh.

"I can't handle you, with your slacks hanging that low, cooking my favorite dish by scratch, while you hum sweet melodies to me in that soothing, teasing manner."

I snickered, stirring the sauce again, "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing to me."

"Okay... then I'm not sorry."

"Taehyung."

"What?" I replied with a laugh.

"You're doing this on purpose!" she replied, throwing a few straws at me from their container on the island.

I bent over and picked them up, and then winked at her as I continued to cook.

"Grr!" she gritted through her teeth.

Once my sauce was mixed and I began to simmer the chicken, I picked up the sauce bowl and walked over to her.

I continued around the island, until I twisted her and the barstool around with my knee.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I licked my lips and sat the bowl on the counter.

Then I pulled the wooden spoon carefully to her lips, "Taste it."

She hesitated, the sides of her lips forming into another bashful manner.

I raised my eyebrow, and grinned at her, moving the spoon closer while I kept my other hand beneath it, making sure it didn't drop on her. "Please?"

She tilted her head, still not trust me.

I leaned in closer to her, slowly, not removing my eyes from hers as I whispered, "Please, Angel?"

I watched as she opened her mouth, and I did too, trapping the sides of the spoons with our lips as we tasted it at the same time.

She slowly pulled away, and I noticed her breathing became more erratic as she watched me lick my lips, and she did the same to her own.

Keeping my poker face on, I lifted an eyebrow, silently asking her thoughts.

She gripped my hips, pulling my already-too-loose-slacks against her, my body pressing between her legs.

"It's perfect," she whispered, as she began to kiss along my Adam's apple.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the heat from her mouth as she licked along my skin.

I began running my fingers through her hair. It felt so soft, and delicate... I loved these gentle waves.

Shit Taehyung. Taking it slow! Get away!

Clearing my throat, I pulled away from her while her mouth trailed along my jaw line, until I was completely against the fridge.

I watched as she curled her fingers into tiny fists, getting more frustrated with me.

Pull it together, Tae.

I smiled and walked away, back to my cooking - or my distraction, as it was becoming.

"God," she growled at me under her breath. "You're so... I can't even think of a word for you right now."

"Sorry Luna," I whispered, while I ran my fingers through my hair, avoiding the space between us while I finished her food.

Once all the cooking was done, I stirred in the sour cream and cheese, checking the temperature to make sure it reached 165ºF. Then I piled the tortilla strips into haystacks and garnished the top with fresh cilantro, sliding it over to her with a large cup of ice water and a pleasant smile.

She beamed, pulling the plate to her, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied softly.

Her eyes trailed up to mine slowly, and we got lost in the moment.

Both our lips parted as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the counter, and our eyes locked with intensity and pure passion.

I knew my heart began to thud, and it probably matched hers.

But I couldn't look away.

And neither could she.

Oh shit.

I felt myself leaning across the counter, toward her face.

She began to absent-mindedly lean to me, her lips a mere inch from mine.

"Luna," I whispered, my thumbs brushing along her forearms as I continued my lean.

"Yes?" she whispered back.

"We can't do this yet..."

"...I know."

We continued to lean, beginning to tilt our heads and lining our pouts.

"...So," I continued to whisper, as my heart began to climb up my throat, "...we should stop."

"I know."

I felt her bottom lip brush mine, and I tasted her briefly.

Then we quickly jerked back, the both of us at the same time.

Like we had been electrocuted.

My chest heaved, matching the rhythms of hers as I stumbled backward, until I was up against the kitchen sink.

She cleared her throat, swallowing down her ice water in large gulps.

I rubbed my face and twisted around, suddenly occupying my eyes with the cabinet.

Then I quickly pulled out some blueberry waffles, tossing them in the toaster.

"I'm sorry," she announced heavily.

I twisted around, looking confused.

"I'm sorry about that," she replied, scratching her head, "I know you said you wanted some space... I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I nodded, feeling my stomach tighten, "It's... my fault too."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

We nodded in sync.

"Okay then," she said, looking back down to her soup, "that's settled."

I inhaled, swallowing down the sand paper feeling as I pulled out the butter and syrup.

"By the way this tastes really good, Taehyung. Thank you for it."

"You're welcome."

*&*#!#$^%$^

After my food was made, we carried our stuff into the living room.

She began to click through channels, placing her soup on the armrest of the couch while she curled her knees up to her chest.

I sat beside her, leaving a slight gap between us, for all intents and purposes.

We remained silent, like we had for the past five minutes, barely gazing at each other.

It felt awkward, and intense, as the chemistry between us bounced around from the lampshades, to the coffee table, to the television and back, to the couch cushions...

It was fucking everywhere, and we couldn't get away from it.

"Um, is... South Park okay?"

"Sure," I replied heavily, shoving as many waffles into my mouth as God would allow.

I figured if I kept my tongue occupied, I wouldn't want to cram it down her throat.

...It didn't help.

I still wanted to.

More than ever.

We ate in silence, trying to focus on the episode where the South Park characters were playing World of Warcraft.

Luna giggled a few times, but I refused to look over at her, afraid the temptations of her high crimson cheek bones, her welcoming hazel eyes, and her luscious bottom lip would be the end of me.

I sat my empty plate down on the coffee table, leaning far over on my left, as far from away from her as possible.

I could hear her sigh, as she leaned further away from me.

*&*#!#$^%$^

An hour and a half, and three episodes later, all the while, us remaining in pure silence... I think we were both at our peaks.

Every single thing in my body, every cell, every demantur was just begging for her to nurse their aches. They wanted her to knead, and kiss, and touch, and suck...

Holy shit.

I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging on the ends.

You will not cave in, you will not cave in. You two have too much shit that is unsettled. Do not cave in. Do NOT cave in.

Not following my order, I slowly turned to my right, to find her leaning on her elbow against the armrest, her legs curled up on the side of her, and looking dead straight at me.

And her eyes were piercing.

I lost my breath and snapped my head away, eyeing down the plasma television like it was a fucking alien.

She cleared her throat and slid next to me, causing me to tense up completely.

"Do you, uh, mind if I put my head in your lap while we watch TV?"

I shook my head and lifted my arms, feeling my entire body tighten up as I watched her flip her hair around and nuzzle against my left leg.

I closed my eyes, holding my breath. I needed to avoid that fucking perfect scent of strawberries and fucking cinnamon.

You will not give in, you will not give in, you will not give in.

"Hey Taehyung?"

I cleared my throat, shaking my head and popping my eyes open, "Yeah?"

"You can lower your arms."

"Oh," I replied, dropping my left one to the armrest and my right one over her hip... that beautiful, curvaceous hip that is decked out with my boxers... my boxers...

I pinched the bridge of my nose with my fingers, leaning my head back against the couch.

Do not get a woody, do not get a woody... Oh God, don't give in...

She giggled, her hand brushing slightly over my legs, and down by my inner thighs.

"What's so funny?" I asked gently, trying to control my breathing.

"This... um, episode."

"Oh." I shut my eyes again, leaning my head back against the cushion and lowering my body on the couch.

Then I noticed her head bounce along my crotch while I moved, before she nuzzled her cheek against my slacks again.

I licked my lips, my right hand beginning to tug on my shirt, which she was wearing... above that curvaceous hip, that was decked out in my boxers...

Luna hummed, pressing her sexy breasts against my right leg as she continued to nuzzle her cheek against my zipper, and rub her right hand along my left thigh.

She was fucking paying me back.

God damn it.

She was getting me back for teasing her earlier.

She hummed again, nuzzling her face into my pants much harder.

I scratched my head, my body tensing up. Onion breath, pimples, nasty butt smells...

I felt her slowly twist her head, blowing hot breath right on my dick, through my fucking pants.

Fucking Perez Hilton, old women's panties, nasty pubic hair, bad breath... Come on, Taehyung.

I felt myself grow hard and I quickly lifted her up off of me.

Her face was shocked, her mouth in a perfect 'o', which made me think of a couple things I could put there easily.

I shook my head, pushing her back to her side, "Sorry, you just can't... I think we need to give ourselves some space."

"What's the problem?" she replied sarcastically, licking her lips and grinning at me like she just won a fucking award.

She giggled, biting her lip as she stared at my pants.

I tilted my head at her and rose to my feet, causing her to laugh louder.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Would you... like me to... help you with that?"

I growled at her, lifting a couch pillow and tossing it at her, "Shut up."

"I'm just saying, you know... I'd be more than willing to help you, if you want."

"You're fucking evil," I cursed at her.

Then I exhaled and walked away, trying to regain my fucking thoughts.

When that didn't work, I decided it was either a quick private session, or a cold shower. I chose the first option, because I wasn't certain that a cold shower would fucking work at this moment in my life... and I could get it done quicker.

However many minutes later, I swallowed my pride and came back to face the music.

She was biting her thumbnail and grinning, watching my every move while I sat next to her.

For arguments' sake, I tossed another pillow at her, and told her to shush it.

"Feeling better?" she whispered, before giggling into her palm.

"Much. Thanks for asking."

"Anytime. I'm here all week," she replied with another snicker.

I thought seriously about mocking her like a five-year-old boy, but decided against it, leaning back against my side of the couch, "I'm going to fucking get you back for that by the way."

"Mmm, I highly doubt it."

"Trust me, I will."

"Whatever you say, Taehyung."

I pursed my lips, thinking of all my options throughout the rest of the night.

We shared slight gazes and smiles every once in a while.

She even brought me a soda once.

But we remained on separate sides of the couch the entire night, until it was time for bed.

Then I lay above the covers, giving her the underneath.

And I thought about all the fucking ways I planned to get her back... and boy, did I have a lot of ways to do it.

She was really going to regret ever teasing me, that's for damn sure.

I grinned, pulling off my shirt and nestling against the pillows.

Is it tomorrow yet?

-

A/N
Two chapters in one day? You're very welcome xo.