Taehyung and Jungkook were ecstatic when they offered Abigail to stay with them. They thought it would be a great idea to have Jimin's little sister around, but little did they know that things were about to get complicated. Abigail, surprisingly, accepted the offer, and Taehyung was already regretting it. There was an air of tension between them, and it was only a matter of time before things got messy.

It was like throwing a lamb into a lion's den. Two hungry beasts were waiting for their prey to be alone and vulnerable. Taehyung couldn't shake off the image of Abigail's curvaceous body lounging on the sofa. It was wrong, so, so wrong. She was Jimin's sister, for God's sake, and irritating as hell.

He didn't like the fact that she was back in his life, and being Jimin's best friend made it even more complicated. He had always felt a strange connection towards Abigail, but he tried to ignore it. He remembered the time when he met her at their place. A girl with her glasses on and a thick book on her lap, an astronomy lexicon. Galileo Galilei. She was too thin and recovering from her medical conditions. Jimin had told him about her health issues, but he didn't show much reaction to it back then because he knew the feeling of being trapped in a cold hospital room. The least she needed was pity.

That was the reason why Jimin was so overprotective of her. Taehyung remembered how strict her diet was. Whenever he and Jungkook visited Jimin, they had to eat in another room because Abigail couldn't eat fast food and salty meals. Her plate was filled with organic legumes, fish, and fruits. She would always grumble about it, but she ate it anyway.

That went on for almost a year, and slowly, she was allowed to eat more things. She gained weight and looked healthier every day. Jimin was always worried about her well-being, even when they were at school. Abigail spent her lunch breaks alone, and whenever Taehyung saw her, nobody was with her. During their lunch break, Jimin always pulled Jungkook and him along, insisting that they stay close to her in case she needed their help. It had become a routine that they all looked forward to, an opportunity to spend time with each other and ensure Abigail was safe and sound.

Even though Jungkook was bored of sitting close, he understood Jimin’s concern. He, too, spent a reasonable amount of time in the hospital. He hated it. Kook’s parents worked there; his mother was a pediatric sergeant, and his father was an anesthetist. Taehyung met Jungkook at the hospital at the age of eleven. He remembered how jumpy and quirky the young boy was. As a child of full-time doctors, Jungkook was forced to spend his vacation at home. But rather than that, he enjoyed visiting the hospital because of one person.

There were days when Abigail couldn't go to school. On those days, Taehyung felt restless, and he didn't know why. He felt anxious whenever Jimin told him his sister was sick or brought to the hospital again. Was it because he knew she hated hospitals as much as he did? Was she also scared of needles, or did she hate the scent of antiseptic? God, she was so annoyingly confusing his mind.

Taehyung knew it wasn't a crush. He was a seventeen-year-old boy, driven by his hormones, and girls were constantly throwing themselves at him. But there was something different about her, who was only thirteen and so skinny that he worried she might break. She haunted his dreams, but not in a sensual way. No, he felt responsible for her, like a protective older brother. It was a strange and confusing feeling for Tae, and he couldn't shake it no matter how hard he tried.

Imagine being raised from one foster family to the next, never having a place to call home truly. That was the reality for him, an only child who yearned for stability and a sense of belonging. But everything changed when he met Jungkook's parents. Suddenly, he was welcomed into a warm and loving family, and his life changed for the better. Taehyung would always be grateful to them.

"Do you know how to cook?" Abigail asked as she stepped out of the shower with her damp, wavy hair cascading down one side of her face. As he looked up at her, the color of her hair sent a dangerous mix of emotions through him. It was like a red flag being waved before a bull, stirring up rage and desire in his chest. But everyone knew that it wasn't the red flag that made the bull angry; it was the spear in his shoulder that caused the actual pain. In his case, Abigail was the pain in the ass.

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Abigail was taken aback when she walked into the living room and saw Taehyung and Jungkook doing pushups. With their shirts off and their glistening tattoos, she was mesmerized. Despite the sweltering heat in the room, the two were still going strong, their bodies slick with sweat. As she breathed in the scent of their exertion, she couldn't help but admit to herself that it was strangely alluring. Usually, she would have scolded Jimin for not opening the windows, but for once, if it was them, she didn't mind at all.

As she stood there, lost in thought, she suddenly snapped out of it and shook her head aggressively. ‘What was I thinking?’ she scolded herself. She needed a distraction, and as if on cue, the fridge started screaming for her attention. But the low groans and heavy breathing sounds from the living room made it hard to concentrate. They sounded eerily similar to the audio she was listening to by accident. She had rummaged through her audiobook collection and stumbled upon a graphic audio that did its job too well, sending her imagination into overdrive.

Jungkook began answering her question, which she had forgotten she had asked.
“I thought_” groan, “We thought_” low breathe, “We could_” groan, “eat out!” Heavy exhale.

Abigail gasped and repeated, “Eat out?” She felt the heat on her cheeks, and she was sure it was visible. Her skin hid no emotions. Taehyung stopped his training, and her breath was taken aback again. His eyes stripped her naked, and the thought of it scared her. Could he read her mind? His muscles were shaking from his exercises. She wanted to feel them twitching under her touch, even with the sweat all over his body.

“Jungkook meant to say we could eat outside if you'd like.” Taehyung's voice was so close to her ears. She didn't realize he was standing behind her. Her body stiffened at the warmth of him. Taehyung wasn't touching her skin or anything, but the air faintly shifted at his movements. It felt like he was caressing her from the shoulders to her toes. A hot shiver tickled down her spine. And his scent was knocking her out in a positive way. He smelled of wooden musk mixed with his manly sweat.
“Or what was on your mind when he said eat out?” Abigail could feel the smirk on his face as he repeated Jungkook's words.

“Nothing!” She exhaled. Embarrassment crept up, and she wanted to disappear, but with him so close, she couldn't leave without touching his skin. No one should ever know what was on her mind.

Taehyung caged her with his arms. One rested on the counter, and the other held the fridge open. She felt trapped. Her heart skipped a beat when he reached for the water bottle. Millimeters, he was a breath away from touching her skin. She should've worn something modest, but the apartment was too torching. That's why she chose the black oversized shirt that barely reached her mid-thighs.

“Hmm,” he groaned in a breathy, deep sound, and it reached an area where it shouldn't. His breath hit her neck, and she was near to crumble. She rubbed her thighs together to get a little friction on the part she badly needed. This was a weird sensation, yet it excited her. “Eat out.” He whispered. “It has so many different meanings. Either way, it usually ends with satisfaction.” As he spoke, his voice was so low and quiet that she felt herself drawn in, unable to push away. She closed her eyes to focus on his words, feeling like she was being let in on a secret. “Get dressed, Galileo!” Although his voice was calm and soothing, it was an order.

Taehyung stepped back for her to leave. Abigail didn't waste a second and headed for her brother's room. Her whole body was shaking as she closed the door. “It's just adrenaline. Nothing bad happened,” she whispered. “He was just messing with me. Calm down, Abigail!” Hands were sweaty, and her heart was beating fast. She never felt this way. It wasn't fear; she wasn't scared of Taehyung. What she felt was excitement.

She wanted his touch all over her body, and that was an unfamiliar desire. A desire she never had. Not with a real person. Not even with Rhys. The slow torture of not knowing if Taehyung would touch her or not was arousing her. Even though she hated physical touch, she would've tried it. Let him. Abigail slapped her head with her hand, “What am I thinking?” She never felt that tingling sensation in her stomach when she was touched by her ex. “I definitely read too much smut!”

“I won't get on that thing!” She protested, her arms folded before her chest.

“Then you have to walk.” Taehyung snickered back at her behavior.

“I'd rather walk than ride on that thing.” She pointed with her finger at the black vehicle.

“This thing,” Jungkook walked beside his’ and caressed the cold material as if it were a pet. “Is our baby. Not just a motorcycle or a bike; this is life.” His fingers grazed over the seat and opened it. A second helmet was inside, which he gave Abigail. “Decide, Tae or me?”

“What?” She didn't understand the question.

“Would you want to ride with Tae or with me?” A smirk decorated his lips while Taehyung looked unimpressed. She couldn't be close to him again. The situation in the kitchen was enough adrenaline for tonight. But riding a bike would be exciting, and she was not ready for it; rather than be with the culprit, she'd choose Jungkook. Not very safe, but her body was not reacting to him, so he was the perfect choice then.

She walked toward Jungkook and took the helmet from his grip. “Nice!” He said, and his grin widened. “Okay, before we go, here are a few rules.”

“Rules?” Abigail was perplexed, “To ride a bike?”

Taehyung snickered at her reaction and donned his black helmet with green accents. "Listen up, Galileo," he spoke into the microphone connected to Jungkook and Abigail's helmets. A shudder ran down her spine at the sound of his deep voice. It was too close to her ears. She could hear every breath and noise they made with their mouths.

“Don't fight the turns; you have to go with it. If I tap your leg, that means hold on. If I tuck, do it with me; we're going high speed. If you need to readjust, let me know first. No screaming.” Jungkook helped her to sit and showed her where to put her feet. He led her hands around his waist, “Don't let go of me unless we slow down. You can put them on the tank, then. The most important rule is that you have to wave at every biker we pass.”

“You're kidding, right?” Abigail almost huffed out a laugh.

"Oh, Buttercup, I am not!" he answered with a chuckle, tapping her knees before revving up the engine. "Hold on tight," he instructed, and on cue, she tightened her grip around his waist as the bike roared to life. The feeling of the powerful machine vibrating beneath them was exhilarating, and Abigail could feel her heart racing with excitement. As they took off down the road, it felt like they were flying, but with a raw, untamed energy that was both thrilling and terrifying. The wind whipped around them, caressing their bodies and tossing her braided hair in every direction. Abigail was acutely aware of her position on the bike, straddling the seat behind him, and she knew she shouldn't be feeling as thrilled as she was in that moment. But she couldn't help it - the rush of adrenaline was too intoxicating.

Their bodies were so close that there wasn't a gap between them. Usually, she would hate it, but somehow, she had to trust Jungkook, and holding onto him was her only choice. Thank god, the parts they touched were all clothed. She could feel his stiff muscles on her chest. Every flex and each movement burned in her veins. His hard thighs between hers felt so weird yet so good, but the heat elsewhere was concerning. The friction was unbearable whenever he pulled the brakes or rode a turn. She could feel her slip sticking onto her, and a weird feeling arose in her stomach—an unfamiliar tickling. Abigail's breath hitched at another sharp U-turn. Her grip tightened around Jungkook, but her hands landed on his hard chest instead.

Jungkook pulled the brakes more challengingly than before, and she let out a low moan. She was breathing hard, and something felt different and weird. Abigail couldn't tell what happened, but she knew it felt so good that she had to lean her head against Jungkook's back. Her hands were still on his chest, but she didn't realize.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked and squeezed her thighs with his gloved hands. A whimper left her mouth at his sudden touch. Her body was trembling. Was it euphoric? “Are you scared? Am I too fast?”  He asked with a huskier tone, and the vibrations of his lower voice sent yet another bolt through her body.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” She thought. Her body was burning hot, and the closeness to his body didn't help to calm her down. Jungkook’s hands rested on her knees and made up-and-down movements along her calves. Probably to soothe her, but it did the opposite. And when Taehyung stopped next to them, her heart skipped a beat. Taehyung opened his screen, and his eyes were already on her. She thanked God her screen was still closed, but Taehyung leaned closer and slid it slowly up.

Although she couldn't see his mouth, she knew exactly that he was smirking. Taehyung tucked the hem with two fingers and pulled her closer until their helmets collided. His eyes became darker when he whispered in a deeper and much lower tone, “Seems like JK gave you an exciting, first-time ride.”

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[Hope you enjoyed the ride🤭]