RUSE || Taekook

FORTY-THREE || C1F5J3J5O4XJ5C3J3A5A5

"Because I want to have sex."

"Oh."

"Can I kiss you?"

Jungkook's eyes widen, "What—wouldn't that be cheating on Taehyung?"

The alter raises a brow, a playful smile now on his lips. "Hmm, I don't recall the two of you being in a relationship."

"We—we never broke up in the first place," Jungkook says quickly, puffing his chest out. "We've been in a relationship for years."

The alter nods, pouting understandably, "Then I am afraid Taehyung has been cheating on you."

"What—"

"I cannot recall how many times Taehyung has had sex with someone who isn't you or Yoongi in the last three years."

"What—" Jungkook shakes his head. "He thought we were dead. He was probably trying to recover. I mean, has he had sex with anyone since Yoongi?"

The alter laughs... sweetly. His eyes close and his fluffy hair shake with him. Jungkook hasn't seen Taehyung laugh like that, ever. It's kind of... cute and heartwarming.

"Yoongi didn't seem to mind having sex with me," The alter says, the ghost of his laughter still lingering in the atmosphere, leaving Jungkook awestruck. "And in theory... aren't I a part of Taehyung?"

Jungkook scrunches his face and frowns, his entire body aching for sex but his brain telling him not to fall for the bastard's mind tricks.

"What's your name?" Jungkook asks, hoping a dry conversation will turn them both off.

The altar slowly brings Jungkook off of him and seats him against the bedpost, turning around to smile at him, "I have a lot of names."

"Which one do you prefer?"

"Just call me Al," he says, leaning closer and tickling the tip of Jungkook's nose with his own. "Can I please kiss you?"

Jungkook purses his lips and stares at Al with apologetic eyes. "Taehyung won't be happy."

Al frowns, "If Taehyung weren't in the picture, would you agree?"

Jungkook shrugs, "Maybe."

Al's frown just deepens, "Fucking Taehyung."

Jungkook's lips stretch into a thin line.

Al gets off the bed, a frown still on his face, "Go through everything for him and then can't even indulge in some good, consensual sex."

Jungkook raises a brow. "You what?"

"What?" Al looks at Jungkook. "You think princess hair dye went through all the abuse on his own?"

Jungkook raises his brows, "There's a reason he dyes his hair so much."

"I know, I live in his head."

"It's not his fault you're an alter."

"And it's mine?"

"I can't have sex with you until Taehyung allows it."

Al sighs and rolls his eyes, "I miss Yoongi."

Jungkook shakes his head and reaches for the blanket. "Did Yoongi know it was you?"

"Of course, he did. I like the other person to know of me if they're aware of Taehyung's situation."

"Then why did he agree?" Jungkook frowns, pulling the blanket over himself and slowly palming his dick, controlling his reaction in front of Al.

"Because he's down for a good fuck whenever."

Jungkook blinks, "No, he's not like that."

"Then maybe he understood that I deserve to do what makes me happy."