One thing Taehyung absolutely hated more than anything else were the people Jungkook brought home late at night. He’d never speak up about it, because part of him knew very well that if he even attempted it wouldn’t end well for anyone in the wake of Jungkook. There was actually this pain involved with it, one he couldn’t exactly comprehend or understand because he never felt such a strong, burning unpleasant passion for someone for doing something absolutely harmful to him. Envy, was a very strong emotion, the definition actually laying out multiple reasons that all existed in Taehyung’s current emotions because he was just so angry. That’s the only way he could describe it...angry. Maybe even jealous. 

envy /envē/; noun: a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.

    Longing. To say Taehyung didn’t long for the affection he felt was lacking, the affection he saw with other people and had to constantly ignore, pretend he felt nothing because he really was supposed to be nothing but an object, a play thing, something that was optional to Jungkook if he needed someone around. These other people though, he chose them, he picked them to bring them to the estate, found interest in them. Taehyung on the other hand, came here on his own free will, was able to chose that he wanted to come. Jungkook didn’t pick him. Even so, all these little factors in mind, he wanted to be different, remembered...he didn’t want to just be someone who forced his way into Jungkook’s life. He wanted to be, to feel wanted. 

    All of this came over him, gave him this amount of courage he didn’t even know his little body could harbor when Jungkook came into the mix. Usually, he waits, waits for the younger to give him affection first...but this time, he’s bold. He lets all little past shivers of his skin be pushed aside for him to pull his owner closer. With a tight grip on Jungkook’s blazer, he has to stand on his tip-toes to be able to reach his pink lips, immediately connecting his own in a heated...needy kiss. This wasn’t right, he knew that much, and almost any second he was ready to be pushed away. The way Jungkook tasted though, the way his tongue could lathe over the other’s kept this addictive pleasure running through his veins. 

He wanted this so badly, he wanted Jungkook...so badly. 

[ ✉ ➵ Shi ☾ ] I get really fucking hot and lonely when I get a few drinks in me, you think you wanna be the one to fix that?[ ✉ ➵ Shi ☾ ] [’image][ ✉ ➵ Shi ☾ ] You can’t resist this…I know you don’t want to. 

          This was never supposed to happen. Lu knew very well that this boy was the enemies son, and even more on top of that, he knew for a definite fact that his parents would actually murder someone from that family if this was caught anywhere near someone likewise of him. The fondness he had for the other, however, has been evident since first meeting. It’s like the sun finally shinned on that day, it was a shine that Lu had never directly seen in his life, even if he wished for something so beautiful; a shine so bright that his eyes couldn’t escape from it even if they were tightly sealed. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted it to disappear, this could be the one light of his life, and he was terrified of losing it. 

      The only issue was that this light was found in the place that was supposed to be pitch black, Lu was supposed to hate absolutely every single soul in the Jeon family according to his side of town, but Jungkook was just so irresistible and every time his doe eyes scanned any form of the other’s features he couldn’t seem to take them away. Every feature on the younger’s face was perfectly sculpted by the most beautiful artist. And to be able to be graced with a kiss from such sweetly shaped lips--even if it was accidental--was an amazing experience. 

      “I–” Lu stutters, running his tongue over his bottom lip while his light orbs stayed fixed on Jungkook’s lips that looked so perfectly kissable right now, even if he’d just felt them with his. “…I’m sorry Jungkook-ah, I didn’t mean for that–…aish.” He has to look away, all the thoughts he had were just forming together into a dense cloud and he couldn’t properly say anything he wanted to at all. Therefore, he just decides to back off, looking at the other with innocent disbelief. 

          “I have to pick only one?” Taehyung sighed quietly, pouting down at the younger’s phone while he looked over all the pictures. Of course, he had come to find this fondness of every single feature on the Jungkook’s face so it was going to be difficult to choose just one that he absolutely adored. That was until he found one that caught his attention really quickly and he knew that it was the one. “Oh!! This one! This one is really nice Jungkook-ssi. You look so handsome!” The feline exclaims, showing the phone to the other with a bright smile.

          There are some things that shouldn’t go spoken of. Others, well they could be mused easily to absolutely anyone who would listen to someone else’s breath pass their lips with irrelevant phases about their past that the attendee was really never going to look back onto unless it was in that moment. However, this one was more of perspective. Kyung didn’t see an issue why what Jiho told him couldn’t get out. If he has to take a few guesses he would, a cold could mean very many things to a lot of people, especially if it got out that he was working under a sick condition. Many fans would probably throw shade at their company (who very much didn’t deserve that) for a measly little cold. That’s just the thing though, it was a measly little cold and the information wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially if it was so simple to hide it. 

      “C'mon, it’s really not that deep of an issue.” He tries to light it up a little, snorting and softly punching at the other’s arm. “I guess I won’t say anything if it really bothers you that much, yeah? But!” He pauses from speaking for a very brief moment to debate what he was actually going to do, reaching over to lightly pinch at Jiho’s cheekbone, more small laughter exerting from him like a child that just got excited from a new toy. “I’m babying you until you get better on that term, bro.”