Just Friends

Chapter 1

"See Jimin? I told you they were in here fucking."

Taehyung's body twitches and it's enough to jolt him awake from his way too realistic dream.

He stares up at the ceiling, rubbing and blinking his eyes a few times until he's gathered his being.

It's somewhat dark and quiet in the room, with a faint glow of sunlight streaming through his window. And even though it feels chilly from the cool morning weather outside and the fan's setting is on high, Taehyung's hot under the thin blanket. Maybe even a little sweaty.

What a weird, disturbing dream to have about Jeongguk... Where the fuck did that come from?

Staring up at the blurry blades of the ceiling fan, watching them spin until his eyes water, Taehyung lays in his bed in a state of dismay. He's never had a dream like that about one of his best friends. Or anyone. Ever. And it's got his stomach in weird knots.

It's uncomfortable to think about, yet he can't stop himself from replaying it over and over again in his head. And it's not until he huffs and rolls over onto his side that he realizes that certain parts of his body have...well...responded with interest...

What the--why!? WHY!?

Overcome with embarrassment and stricken with confusion, Taehyung reaches around his head and grabs his pillow to conceal his lower half with it—as if anyone were in his room with him and could see.

This is not okay. NOT OKAY. What did I watch last night?? Did I eat something bad??

He clutches tightly onto the pillow and berates himself internally, demanding answers as to why his body has betrayed him by responding this way.

It's not for simply having a dream of sexual nature that's grossing him out, it's how unbelievably realistic it was and the fact that it's doing the opposite! Taehyung can easily recall each detail like it really just happened; all of the sights, sounds, smells. Even the heat coming off Jeongguk's body.

Did he really just have a dream like that about one of his best-friends, and be turned on by it?!

A pang of weird, indescribable feelings shoot through Taehyung, making him groan aloud in overwhelming discomfort.

This doesn't mean anything, right? You can't control what you dream about. I bet this is common and tons of people have sexual dreams about their friends—

"Tae, you up?"

Pillow still covering his lower half, Taehyung lunges forward in the bed, brought back to reality by the voice coming from the other side of his bedroom door.

"Uhh... yeah, Jimin. I'm up—but don't come in! I'm naked!" Taehyung stammers as he jumps out of bed in his pajamas and wraps his sheet around himself in a flustered state.

He's still very visibly aroused and that's awkward on it's own. He doesn't need Jimin knowing why and if he asks, Taehyung won't be able to lie, at least not successfully.

"Not like I've never seen your ass bare before, but okay," Jimin says with laughter. "Anyway, we leave in an hour, so get moving!"

"Yup! Got it. Moving!" Taehyung calls out nervously, relieved when he hears Jimin's footsteps fade down the hallway.

Getting wrapped up in his own situation, he had completely forgotten all about today.

Fantastic.