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[ chapter dedicated to our queens and 'kill this love' ]
[ CHAPTER 20 ]
confusion
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TO say taehyung was confused was the understatement of the century. he had spent the entirety of their stay at the pool, which had only been a few hours, mulling over the prior events with jimin before him as his temporary bodyguard from the ridiculous neon-yellow ball that had taken a great liking to his nose.
"so he says he's not gay but he's acting gay." jimin says slowly, head tilting as he furrows his eyebrows, "what?"
lips unconsciously jutting out in a pink pout, taehyung huffs, "m'dunno. he dirty talked to me back there so that was kinda gay, no hella gay. but then he keeps eyeing those nude chicks which is not gay, oh my God, i don't know!"
jimin shrugs as he speaks, "he's probably bi."
"but he said he doesn't like men!"
"well i don't know, shit happens. maybe he saw you and boom, his pole bent and his closest went up in flames."
taehyung scowls, "that's not realistic!"
"why do you care whether he likes dick or not? it's not like it'd affect you, right?" he smirks midst a skilful duck, rising from the water as he splutters.
"it doesn't!" he scoffs, "i'm just curious."
"then stop being curious, it's only pissing you off. besides whether he's gay or not it's not your business, he can go dick down anyone, anytime he wants."
taehyung purses his lips, turning his gaze to the rest of their friends, "i'm just curious okay? doesn't mean i care."
"i didn't say anything about caring." jimin grins, "don't know where you got that from."
and consequently, the rose-haired man is gifted with a mountain of chlorine at his face as he shrieks and yelps at the enraged fingers that run down his sides.
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"alright." jin calls, clapping his hands together, "zip it up, i've got important news."
the men around the table draw to mild silence, chopsticks rummaging within the strings of noodles beside it. jin, who sits beside namjoon at the head of the table, grins widely as he wiggles his eyebrows.
"time to discuss rooms and homies for the night."
taehyung immediately whips his head in the direction of his best friend who unfortunately doesn't seem to mind, fingers squeezing down in their clasped hold with his boyfriend's. he scoffs, inwardly dejected as he catches hoseok's unfazed gaze.
"so obviously joonie and i, i don't trust you guys with my baby." jin begins, ignoring the roll of his boyfriend's eyes, "i'm guessing yoongles and chim?"
"don't call me that." yoongi deadpans, at the very moment, his boyfriend turns to frown gently at his friend.
"sorry tae."
poking his tongue out at the elder male, taehyung turns his chin high and latches an arm around the fiery-red-haired man at his side, "hoseokie isn't a traitor like you, right hobi?"
laughing, hoseok nods, pinching his cheek softly before turning his attention back to the eldest male.
"ok we have two rooms left, one of them actually has a spa inside it, don't ask, so fight it out between yourselves."
"scissors papers rock?" hoseok shrugs, nudging the boy clinging at his arm.
"uh-sure."
and as of how it generally plays out after the low, monotonous chant and occasional repetitions after coincidental results, taehyung is left sulking in his seat, watching bitterly as a grinning hoseok skips to jeongguk's side.
"the spa room should have only one person." jimin suddenly pipes up, smirking mischievously, "the two losers can comfort each other then, it's only fair."
murmurs of agreement whips across the table, jin nodding as their gaze flick towards a giggling, jumping hoseok and indifferent jeongguk.
"scissors papers rock!" hoseok exclaims, lips curving into an elated grin as he glances at jeongguk's fisted hand and his outstretched palm, "oh, sorry tae! first to three?"
but jeongguk denies, stepping back and shoving his hand into his jeans as his gaze settles heavily down on the ashen-haired male who scowls up at him as he smirks, "guess it's me and you, huh, silver?"
"i object!" taehyung bellows, waving his hands before him, "you heard the man, first to three!"
this time it is yoongi who intervenes, scowling heavily as he narrows his eyes at the dispute.
"no," he seethes, "i refuse to spend another second watching you idiots fight over shit, i have better things to do. guk and tae go make babies and hoseok i hope you drown in your spa."
and with that, he rises to his feet, encircling a tight grip around jimin's wrist before stalking out of the room.
"i knew that would happen." namjoon sighs, rubbing his forehead, "he kept complaining about the lack of sleep he got the ride here since you all wouldn't shut up, can't blame the guy."
jin snorts, waving a hand at the trio, "it's only two nights, you'll live. if not, i promise witness at yoongi's trial."
hoseok grins wickedly, nodding as he skips out of the room, "au revoir perras!"
jeongguk blinks, head unconsciously tilting as he stares at the frame of the door the man had slammed closed mere seconds ago.
"did he..." he frowns, "he does know that was two different languages, right?"
"no," jin says, smiling pitifully, "and that's the sad thing."
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"no."
"your opinion isn't necessary." jeongguk scoffs, turning his nose at the wooden surface of their deluxe double room.
it's a rather cosy room, carpeted by slabs of bronze wood swamped with auburn and mustard designs upon stiff wool. a great strip of marble black stands pinned to the wall, limbs neatly twisted at its hind. there's an orange sofa that strangely seeps into the murky tone of the room, accompanied by a nearby desk with a plush, velvet red chair tucked beneath its lips. a king-sized bed stands smack bang in the centre of the room, pearl sheets stretched tightly across its belly, ears tucked into the wooden frame that stretches up from its crown to display a strange artwork of strict tonal colours.
a connected bathroom blocked by a hunk of wood has yet to be thoroughly inspected and judged yet jeongguk had only curtly nodded at a brief overview, nose crinkling lightly at the fluffy carpet beneath the sink.
taehyung sneers, swinging a specifically rough decorative pillow at the man's way, "care to share how many five-star hotels you've probably been to?"
jeongguk grimaces, shrugging as he ducks, "never been to anything but a hotel, no regrets seeing this dump."
"ugh." he scoffs, "you're such a snob, you disgust me."
"you're such a peasant, your standards disgusts me." jeongguk retorts, smothering a laugh once spotting the elder's pout.
"i don't get it!" taehyung whines, throwing his hands up in exasperation, "this is probably the prettiest place i've stayed at overnight, heck the tv costs more than my apartment and you think it isn't even satisfactory?!"
he snorts, shaking his head, "go say that to four seasons."
"stop flexing."
"you're basically asking for it."
cherry lips jutting out into a full pout, taehyung huffs and turns his head away from the man, "i hate you."
grinning, jeongguk laughs as he curls his fingers underneath the hem of his hoodie, tugging it up, "touché."
he drops the article of clothing at the foot of the bed, coincidentally near taehyung's feet - for the spite of it -, crisscrossing his arms once again to peel his shirt from his chest.
"woah!" taehyung yelps, eyes wide as his cheeks tint light rose, "what are you doing?!"
smirking, jeongguk replies as he tugs the crewneck shirt from his skin, words muffled against the thin white fabric, "taking off my shirt? why, you flustered?"
his squeak tells enough, face flushed dark crimson as he screws his eyes shut, fists balled against the blanket.
"yes!" he exclaims, voice embarrassingly high, "you don't just go striping in front of someone without a warning!"
"oh?" jeongguk smirks, "so if i gave you a warning you wouldn't mind huh?"
"no! ew! that's not what i meant! stop twisting my words!" taehyung whines, face now beet-red as he plummets his front into the bed to hinder the sight of his flaming cheeks.
there's a brief pause, one in which taehyung whines and mumbles all sorts of nonsense running on the lines of "most disturbing sight i've seen" and "which old lady did i run over to deserve this?" as jeongguk peers on amusedly, arms crossed over his chest as he contains a laugh.
"you good tae?" he asks, laughing as the boy shakes his head into the pillow.
"no." taehyung mumbles into the sheets.
"i put on a shirt." jeongguk tries.
there's a muffled sound of scoffing, before he snaps, "no, you didn't."
"uh yes i did."
"stop lying you prick."
smothering a snort, jeongguk huffs as he shuffles near the bed where taehyung plants his face so firmly into, "and how would you know?"
"i just know," he says steely.
"yeah?" jeongguk taunts, raising an eyebrow, "wanna test your theory?"
"no." taehyung scoffs, "it defeats the whole purpose of it."
"i'm not lying, i swear." he promises, containing a snort, "you're not someone i'd want to impress."
"not that it'd impress me anyway." taehyung shoots back.
"sure, just look, i swear the sight is holy and pure for your wholesome eyes."
begrudgingly, he shifts from the nestle of sheets pooled at his sides to pry a single eye open in jeongguk's direction, heat blossoming across his cheeks as he shrieks and shoves his face back into the bed.
"you bastard!" taehyung screams over jeongguk's wheezing, the man bent over as he laughs into the curve of the bed, "ass-faced, rabid twat!"
shrieking further nonsense, the ashen-haired male suddenly shoots up, a fistful of decorative, stone-filled pillows at his side, a war-cry falling from his lips as he hurls the said objects in the crying man's direction.
"fuck! stop, those hurt!" he yelps, clamping a hand across his elbow where a bronze, sequinned pillow had slammed against it.
"good! that's the point!"
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[a/n]
bit of a long one for you all! don't forget to vote ⭐️ it helps me know what you guys enjoy and what i can write for you to enjoy ~
shoutout to all you adorable lil babies for your supportive comments back there, made me smile. 💞
anyone who visited/lives in japan 🇯🇵 who has any tourist recommendations for me to visit? i'm going in july and we're still deciding on where to visit! i'm so excited >.<
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