The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Taehyung stared at the ceiling, cigarette glowing between his fingers, trying to calm the chaos in his chest. He didn't dare look at the pink fluffball bouncing around the room.
He heard the faint jingle of bunny slippers. A giggle. The rustle of sheets.
Still, he didn't look.
Not until—
"Hyung," came the soft voice.
Taehyung glanced up lazily…
And then he froze.
Jungkook was crawling up the bed.
Slowly. On all fours. Eyes locked on him.
And before Taehyung could react—Jungkook climbed on top of him.Just like earlier. Legs wrapped around his waist. Hands pressed to Taehyung's chest.
Straddling him.
Comfortably. Like it was normal. Like Taehyung wasn't about to combust.
"K-Kook… what are you—"
But Jungkook didn't answer.
Instead, he leaned forward, grabbed the cigarette from between Taehyung's lips with two fingers—and flung it out the window.
Tssss…
The last ember fizzled into the night.
And the silence it left behind?
Was deafening.
Taehyung's jaw tensed. His eyes darkened. "Did you just—"
"I don't like it," Jungkook said simply, pouting down at him. "You'll ruin your lips. I like them pink."
Taehyung blinked.
His hands were still at his sides.
He hadn't touched Jungkook.
Yet.
Because if he did...
God help him.
"Jungkook," he said lowly, voice rough, "Get off."
"No."
"Get. Off."
"Make me," Jungkook smiled innocently.
That was it.
Taehyung's hands finally moved—grabbing Jungkook's waist, firm and strong, trying to lift him off—
But Jungkook only wiggled lower.
And Taehyung realized, too late, that the soft boy who used to cry over scraped knees...
Was now grinding lightly on his lap.
What the fck is happening right now.*
Taehyung inhaled sharply, nails digging into the sheets beside him. "Why are you doing this?"
Jungkook tilted his head. "You forgot me."
"I didn't—"
"You didn't even recognize me."
"I was in a towel, what do you expect—"
"And now," Jungkook interrupted sweetly, leaning in, lips barely an inch from Taehyung's ear, "I want you to remember exactly who I am."
His breath ghosted over Taehyung's skin.
Warm. Sweet. And deadly.
Taehyung clenched his jaw.
His body screamed.
His mind warned.
And then Jungkook whispered one last thing—
"I'm not your baby boy anymore, Taehyungie."
To Be Continued...