Jungkook found himself trapped in a huge, yet small space.

A basement, perhaps?

It was dimly lit, despite there being no source of light at all.

There was no entrance and no exit.

Jungkook was panicking.

"Hello?! Is anyone here?," he yelled, his voice echoing throughout the whole space.

Just as he was about to have some sort of panic attack, he heard a voice behind him.

"Jungkook." As he spun around, he could feel all the uneasiness and anxiety leaving his body, everything inside him focusing on the person standing in front of him.

"Taehyung." The beautiful boy smiled at him, revealing his adorable, rectangular grin.

"Father allowed it. I'm all yours now.

I love you."

Jungkook could feel his soft hands caress his face and cup his cheeks, his eyes glittering with adoration, fondness and... love.

His heart started fluttering at a very fast pace.

"Taehyung, I love you too... And I want to kiss you."

All of a sudden, Taehyung's eyes had a glint of mischief in them, the blonde leaning a bit closer to his ear which definetely drove him crazy.

"Then do it," he whispered.

And then, Jungkook laid his lips on Taehyung's.

At first, he appeared to be a bit hesitant and careful, but as soon as he felt the older kiss back, he gained courage and kissed him again, with a fiery amount of passion.

And the place they were in completely changed. All of a sudden, plenty of beautiful, lush, red roses were blooming out of nowhere, making the ongoing action even more romantic.

Jungkook felt like he was in some kind of fairyland. Or paradise.

Kissing Taehyung felt better than he could've ever imagined.

His lips were so soft and moist with a heavenly taste of strawberry lipbalm, encouraging him to keep going.

Soon, he felt the other giggling into the kiss and running his hands through Jungkook's locks slowly, but stridently, which made him circle his arms around Taehyung's waist and run his hands along his sides a bit harshly.

He felt euphoric.

Like he was completely losing himself.

In him.

In his eyes, in his face, in his hands, in his touch, in his body,

in his kiss.

And he could feel the kiss getting more and more heated by including his tongue, both of their breaths quickening.

They were running out of air but neither of them cared, because it simply felt so good.

"O-Oh Jungkook," Taehyung suddenly whined, breaking the kiss but still keeping his face close to Jungkook's.

"W-Watch the time," he panted.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, also panting.

"Huh?"

And then, he found himself jerking up in his bed, slightly sweating.

"What? Oh no, no. This can't be a dream."

He was brought back into reality.

The harsh reality, in which Taehyung's gruesome father forbade him any sort of connection to Jungkook.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

The sorrowful phone call had taken place only a few days ago and Jungkook hadn't talked to Taehyung ever since.

And it really got to him, hence his very questionable dream.

Jungkook remembered sitting in his bed and just sobbing, the tears just didn't stop flooding.

He had never felt so miserable, not even when Bora told him she had used and cheated on him.

The pain was simply excruciating, a truly horrible experience for Jungkook that he would never forget.

But it was over. He thought he was being way too dramatic over it.

Jungkook decided to keep his distance from Taehyung for a specific period of time.

Maybe he was right and his prick of a father would permit them to see each other once his grades had improved.

Positive thoughts, eh?

Yawning, Jungkook removed the covers from his body and tried not to cloud his mind with depressing thoughts.

Then he looked down.

And gasped.

"Oh my god-- fuck, this didn't happen. It was just a kiss--"

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"So, Tae, are you coming to the talent show next week?" The blonde shrugged.

"I don't know. I really don't want to pay for a school talent show, you know?" He placed his chin on his palm.

"C'mon, Tae, it'll be fun," Jimin protested.

"I'll perform there, and so will Mark. We can get you a free ticket, maybe even two. You've never seen us dance before, have you?" Taehyung slowly shook his head.

"Well, now's your opportunity! Not to brag, but we look really hot when we dance!" Jimin winked.

"Exactly, you'll love it," Mark now butted in, winking aswell.

Taehyung exhaled. "Okay, fine. But there won't be any... eighteen plus stuff there, right?"

Jimin started laughing. "What? Don't worry, there's nothing inappropriate. It's a school organization."

Mark then started smiling cheekily, laying a hand on his thigh.

"Unless you want there to be something like that?" Taehyung widened his eyes.

Nope, nope, nope, nope, no. I am definetely not comfortable with this.

"Yeah, umm, no." Taehyung pried the brunette's hand off his thigh and stood up with an awkward smile on his face.

"Guys, I'm going to the bathroom. Catch you later." He walked out of the classroom quickly.

Mark raised his eyebrows. "Did he get an erection or something?"

His redhead cousin started giggling.

"Nah, I don't think so. I think he was just a bit uncomfortable. He's just really awkward about all sorts of bedroom talk, it's kind of adorable, actually." Mark chuckled.

"Now he's intriguing me even more."

Jimin gasped. "Wow, what's that supposed to mean? Don't ruin his innocence yet, okay?!"

His cousin laughed.

"LOL, you said yet. Of course, not yet. He's not even my boyfriend or anything. Like, doesn't he realize that I obviously want him?"

Now, Jimin was the one to laugh. "Maybe he doesn't want you."

Mark scoffed. "What's not to want about me? I'm perfect for him."

The redhead started patting his shoulder.

"My dear cousin, that's exactly the problem.

But for real though, I think Taehyung caught the hints. It just that as far as I know, he never had his first kiss, or a boyfriend, so he's prolly confused. And if you guys ever get together, he'll want to take things veeery slow."

The brunette smirked.

"I have no problem with that. I'm glad to be his first, in every category."

Jimin gasped again and then slapped his shoulder.

"You dirty pig!"

And Jungkook, who had just happened to hear the whole conversation, was fuming.

That fucking bastard. If anyone's perfect for him, it's me!

I know him better than anyone else, I have spent all these years being his friend, I'm the one he should be with!

And then he sighed, mentally slapping himself out of stupidity.

You fucking , do you even hear yourself?

Taehyung has the right to be with his asshole, you're not his guardian, parent or boss to forbid him that.

Just his friend. Ugh, how I hate that word.

Then he widened his eyes and blushed out of embarrassment, remembering this morning.

And not to mention, that of yours!

Your brain basically him!

Well, it was just a kiss... but still!

Jungkook facepalmed himself, he was truly embarrassed.

He had had much more intense dreams before, but for one, he didn't remember anything after and for two, he didn't like like the people gracing his dreams like that.

All his thoughts were interrupted by Taehyung reentering the classroom, looking as beautiful as always.

Jungkook did nothing but stare at him as subtly as possible.

His eyes then started raking over his whole body.

Taehyung wore nothing but a cream-colored, oversized hoodie and black jeans and yet he still managed to look like a damn god.

Jungkook soon realized he may have been staring at his friend a little too intensely and then forced his eyes off Taehyung, wishing that he were allowed to talk to him (which he wasn't, sadly).

He hoped Taehyung didn't somehow catch him staring since he didn't want him to think that he was some kind of pervert.

But what if Taehyung had caught him staring?

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