[ CHAPTER 10 ]
look who's calling

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ONCE again, they do not see much of one another after that night. jeongguk makes sure to leave well before the silver-haired male awakened, a flimsy white note left in his presence politely bidding him goodbye from his residence.

despite the great bells that had shrieked at his temple the very next morning or the agony of awaiting the panadol's main purpose to kick in, taehyung was well aware of what had occurred last night.

although his memories were blurred with the occasional smudge of bright lime and thumping groove, the sensation of lips propped against his own remains as bright as day.

jeongguk's lips, were the sweetest he had ever tasted in all his past side relationships, smooth against his own yet dominating all the while.

but among it all, taehyung is downright humiliated. not only had he acted so childishly before a guy he still deeply disliked but he had requested the man to sing for him, and to top it all off had impulsively kissed him?!

he barely knew the guy and there he was exchanging spit. to say he was disappointed in himself was an understatement, he wasn't a cheap go-to guy. he was a perfectly stable and resolute man who thought twice before doing something irrational.

what was even worse, however, was the fact that taehyung truly enjoyed their intimate moment. never had a man voluntarily sung for him - other than jimin but the boy thought too highly of his voice  -, tucked him into bed and made sure he was well. in fact, jeongguk had been so uncharacteristically kind that he's unsure whether to be concerned/creeped out or flattered.

"you kissed him?!" jimin shrieks, toppling back to the sheets as he clutches his ankles to his chest.

"yes." he deadpans, "and i don't know if it's a good thing or not."

"good thing duh." jimin says, rolling his eyes as if exasperated with his friend's behaviour, "you need some action, i say go for it."

"but i don't like him!"

scoffing, he drawls, "sure you don't."

"i don't! he's an insufferable jerk who's head's way up his ass to open his eyes to the world around him!"

raising an eyebrow, jimin's lips curve into a jeering smirk as he speaks, "you know what you remind me of?"

"i don't really care."

"one of those girls who act like they hate that guy when in fact, they're head over heels and would drop everything to give him a head."

grimacing, taehyung reprimands, "what the hell? that's disgusting!"

"but it ain't no lie." he shrugs.

"i'm screwed! he wasn't drunk, i was, i won't even be able to look at him the next time i see him!"

"ooh, we're already thinking about next time, are we?" jimin teases, wiggling his eyebrows as he grins.

curling a fist around the ear of the pillow beside him, he chucks the object at his friend's face, smirking smugly at the pained yelp he's returned with.

"so friggin violent." jimin hisses, rubbing at the back of his head, "i'm trying to help you."

"some help you are."

"you love me anyway."

poking a tongue at his awaiting friend, taehyung grins, "nope!"

feigning heartbreak, the rose-haired male slaps the back of his hand to his forehead, wincing audibly at the impact as he jumps to his feet.

"you really don't love me?" he taunts, mocking a quivering pout as he takes a threatening step forward.

giggling, taehyung shakes his head as he squeals, "never!"

and before he knows it, a great tuft of pink swerves into the air before heaving itself against his stomach, fingers running up his side as he squeaks hiccuped apologies.

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taehyung is more than ready to go home. in fact, he would swap jimin to be given the chance to delve into the sea of stuffies waiting for his amused compression, than spend another minute within the bustling restaurant.

"i'm sorry, but we don't sell ice cream although you're more than welcome to try out our range of baked goods-" he grits through a curt smile.

the man, who appears in his mid-twenties, donned in a pale pink tee - God knows what he was thinking shrugging that on - and a pair of board shorts, rubs at his stubble, blinking blearily before casting a bemused glance at his equally dishevelled friend.

"you sure dude?" the man grunts, squinting at the menu before them, "i'd really kill for some."

"i'm sorry sir, we don't."

"aw sucks."

clenching his jaw, taehyung awaits for the men to lumber out of the restaurant in search for ice-cream in this freezing weather, only to grow even more infuriated at the indifferent scratch pink-tee rubs at his belly.  instead, they stand, blinking bearing at him as if awaiting further information.

"there's an ice-cream parkour down the road." he helps, smiling forcefully as the other man breaks into a sloppy beam.

"for real!" he exclaims, clapping his friend hard on the back, "gee, thanks blondie, m'make sure to get you some when i come back!"

and both grinning widely as if they had been handed the lottery, the slumber out of the restaurant and towards the pub in which taehyung directed them towards, the place where he figured they'd wanted to visit from their already tipsy attitude.

"tae!" a voice pipes up, accompanied by hasty fingers that clasp around the string of his apron, "oh my God, look who's calling."

it's jimin, having decided to drop in while his friend busied himself around the restaurant, hurries to his side, his phone - he leant it to the elder after continuous nagging to play a game he had grown a concerning infatuation towards - shoved into his palms.

"tae fucking hyung, don't stare at me answer the damn call!"

and so he does, with wide eyes at the snarl that rips through his friend's throat, dismissing the contact's name light upon his screen.

"um-" taehyung coughs, clearing his throat after spotting the chilling glower sent his way, "hello?"

"hi uh- am i interrupting something?" a familiar voice rings into his ear, smooth and formal as if it had practised thousands of times.

"no!" he exclaims, grinning sheepishly at the confused scowl jimin sends him, "no, just gimme a sec."

"of course-"

wrenching the device from his ear and clasping a protective palm around its body, he hisses for his friend to follow him to the staff's room, throwing a pleading look to a begrudging colleague who lumbers to his stand.

"tae fucking yong is friggin calling!" he grits, nibbling at his bottom lip feverishly, "oh my God, i'm getting fired aren't i?"

"or you're off your suspension, don't leave the dude waiting!"

nodding hastily, he presses the device back to his ear, palm slick with sweat as he greets his boss politely, "sorry, i'm back."

"great!" taeyong chirps, and there's a brief pause in which he makes out the blurred sound of papers being ruffled, "i actually called you to inform you that you're mini holiday's come to an end."

"are you firing me now?" he squeaks meekly, feeling his face pale terribly at the prospect.

"no!" he exclaims, laughing softly after, "never, i'm asking you to come back to the practice, of course if that's okay with you-"

"yes! yes! thank you so much!" taehyung squeals, squeezing his friend's hand as he jumps in his spot.

laughing, taeyong says, "so tomorrow?"

"seven o'clock."

"alright then, have a good day taehyung!"

"you too! bye!"

and with that he taps the red icon, before turning on his heel, a beam upon his lips as he grips jimin's arms and hops madly, "i got my job back!"

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[a/n]

short one this time. just wanted to tell you that i think you're beautiful and that smile you have lights up my day. <3