Jungkook felt that something was wrong and opened his eyes instantly, only to see Taehyung clutching a pair of black handcuffs. One of his wrists was already shackled while the other was currently being seized over——
Without thinking, Jungkook instinctively jerked back his hand.
How could Taehyung let his nearly captured prey getaway like this? Taehyung tightened his grip hastily. "Stop moving!"
Jungkook of course did not obey his words. He tried to free his arm from Taehyung's grasp frantically. Perhaps due to the unexpectedly large force that he used to do so, Taehyung was caught off guard. He was yanked over along with the handcuffs and narrowly missed landing on Jungkook's body.
Taehyung was a little panicked. He tightly clutched onto the handcuffs with one hand while using the other to recapture Jungkook's escaped wrist. Unfortunately, Jungkook's arm was much longer than his. By simply raising Jungkook's arm a little more to the side, he was making it difficult for Taehyung to do so. No matter how hard Taehyung tried, he could only reach Jungkook's forearm. To add insult to injury, he was completely incapable of even budging Jungkook's arm...
"What are you doing?" Jungkook asked while wrinkling his forehead.
"Cooperate a little!" Taehyung was still striving to accomplish his goal.
Triggered, he continued to grab at Jungkook's arm relentlessly, causing their bodies to press and rub against each other. Jungkook could sense the softness of Taehyung's limbs, and how delicate and fragile he was. Jungkook was afraid of hurting him and did not dare to put up too much of a physical struggle, using only enough force to evade him. The more he evaded, the more fiercely Taehyung grabbed at him—to the point that almost Taehyung's entire body was sprawled across his.
Pressed together like this, he could smell a faint fragrance from Taehyung's body. It was a clean and soft scent unique to a boy like him. Like the gentle mist of a drizzle or the freshly unfurled petals of a blossoming flower, it was both unfamiliar and different and lingered in a subtle but irresistible manner.
Jungkook was vaguely disconcerted.
Taking advantage of his lapse in concentration, Taehyung quickly pounced and pinned him down.
Then, before Jungkook could recover his senses, Taehyung shackled Jungkook's other hand at lightning speed.
Jungkook lay on the floor and looked up at Taehyung. He straddled Jungkook's body. Due to exhilaration, Taehyung's face was flushed and his eyes sparkled. His short, inky black hair fell forward and framed the two sides of his face, gently swaying with his every movement. Streaks of sunlight filtered in through the window and clearly outlined her body.
This was a fairly AV-like angle.
He saw Jungkook watching him and winked at him, a tiny smile lighting up Taehyung's face.
Jungkook's mind was in a little disarray. He shifted his gaze to avoid Taehyung's face and tried to move his hands. He discovered that he was firmly trapped.
He tried to break free but was unable to do so.
Darned handcuffs were quite durable after all.
Jungkook wrinkled his brows. "What exactly are you up to?"
Taehyung got up from his body. In a tone of reproach, he said, "Jungkook, it's you. You're the one who forced me onto this insidious path."
Jungkook wanted to sit up but he pressed Jungkook's legs down immediately. "Don't move!"
Through the layer of fabric, he could distinctly feel the shape of Taehyung's fingers and the warmth of his hand.
He was flustered and felt something surge within him. It was an uncomfortable feeling. He exhaled softly and relaxed his body. Still lying across the floor, he stared at Taehyung. "Fess up. Just what are you up to?"
Taehyung propped his phone on the window sill and faced it towards them.
Jungkook thought, this completely shameless rogue even wants to make a recording.
Then, Taehyung took out numerous objects from his bag and arranged them on the floor: a scalpel, gauze rolls, and alcohol swabs...
Jungkook's brows ticked heavily.
Taehyung picked up the scalpel and spun it with ease, his actions clean-cut and graceful.
Jungkook could not resist snorting. "Is this mainly what you learned in anatomy lessons? Acrobatics?"
"Cut the crap." Taehyung continued twirling the scalpel and gave him a sinister smirk. "Indeed, my anatomy grades aren't the best. The professor told me to practice my dissecting skills more. That being the case, mind if I practice on you?"
Jungkook did not speak. He watched Taehyung's face impassively.
"Hmm, where should I start..." Taehyung purposely dragged out his words. He reached out his hand and patted Jungkook's face. "This face is quite pleasing. It'll be a pity if a cut was to mar it."
Jungkook held his gaze. In a low voice, he asked, "So you think I'm good-looking?"
Taehyung was a little flustered. He pointed at him. "You're great at picking out the key points, I see." As he spoke, he slowly surveyed Jungkook's body from top to bottom.
Finally, his gaze stopped between Jungkook's legs. He held his chin and examined it.
Jungkook was certain that Taehyung did not have that kind of intention. However, Taehyung's innocuous and blatant stare on that particular spot caused his breath to deepen.
Still fiddling with the scalpel, Taehyung said, "Let me give you a small sterilization procedure." After speaking, he peeked at Jungkook's expression furtively.
Jungkook was also looking at him. When Taehyung glanced over, he faintly narrowed his eyes. His dark, glittering gaze landed on Taehyung's face.
"Stop playing," he said. His tone was grim.
Taehyung felt that his expression was slightly odd. However, he was not frightened. Taehyung was somewhat disappointed, and at the same time, a little skeptical. He probed, "You're not scared? I'm about to castrate you."
If it was anyone else who suddenly did this to Jungkook, he would probably be genuinely frightened. However, he was not afraid of Taehyung. This was because he understood him and what kind of person he was; Taehyung was someone who knew what lines could not be crossed.
He had confidence in Taehyung's character because of his familiarity with him.
Jungkook's chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. He repeated, "I'll say it one more time: stop playing. If not, you're responsible for what happens."
Taehyung was not afraid of his threat. However, he was currently trapped in a severe dilemma. Taehyung originally only wanted to give Jungkook a good scare. He even bought a scalpel prop online to prevent any accidents. Despite looking scarily realistic, the scalpel was incapable of slicing even an apple.
The scalpel was fake but his acting was real. Taehyung felt that his acting was extremely convincing. If it was anyone else, after being threatened with their D cut off, wouldn't they have probably wet their pants and begged for mercy by now? Better for them to be safe than sorry!
However, Jungkook was simply the exception. He watched him fixedly as if he was merely waiting for his knife to fall.
Could it be that he was fearless as he did not have a D?
This wouldn't do, he refused to believe that he could not scare Jungkook.
Taehyung steeled his resolve and pretended that he was going to remove his pants. Taehyung pushed up his track jacket along with the t-shirt he wore inside. He saw Jungkook's lower abdomen.
His flat lower abdomen did not have a single piece of fat. Due to years of not seeing the sun, his skin was porcelain-white. His body was tightly wound up from nerves and his abs were taut. Here, they lay in neat and well-defined rows like a bar of white chocolate.
Oho, so he was this nervous...
Taehyung was a little gleeful. He whistled and giggled. "Hey, someone has a pretty good figure!"
His skin was bared to another. Besides feeling unsettled, Jungkook was a little, little bit titillated. This titillation was instinctive and he had no way of suppressing it. Feeling that the situation was spiraling out of control, Jungkook closed his eyes helplessly for a few moments. He gave Taehyung a final warning. "Stop fooling around."
Taehyung thought that Jungkook was still faking it even though secretly, he was about to die from fright. Taehyung traced his fingers over the edge of Jungkook's track pants and pretended that he was going to take them off. He observed Jungkook's expression with an impish smile.
The soft, delicate fingers of a boy like him carelessly brushed across his abdomen. This feeling was like setting a tiny spark to a barrel of gunpowder—whoosh, everything went up in raging flames.
Jungkook's forehead was covered in sweat. His chest began to heave deeply as he pulled in harsh, heated breaths. He saw that Taehyung was looking at him and his Adam's apple bobbed. He rasped, "You..."
Taehyung felt that his expression was becoming way too strange. Baffled, he drew back, swept his eyes over Jungkook, and jumped in shock. "AH!"
He jerked and flung out the scalpel.
Between Jungkook's legs was a small, hill-like bulge.
Taehyung could not believe that under such tense conditions, Jungkook could still... eh...
"You..." Taehyung's face heated from embarrassment. His thoughts were a jumbled mess and he was at a loss for words.
"You, you, you're going to pee from fright, right?"
Jungkook: "..."
Taehyung felt that there was something off about Jungkook's expression. As the situation seemed perilous, he rapidly packed his stuff before fishing out the key and tossing it onto the floor. "Head to the toilet yourself, I'm going off first, bye-bye!"
He threw out these words, quickly strode past him, and broke into a run.
Jungkook continued lying on the floor for a while. Only after his body was somewhat calmer did he sit up to retrieve the keys and unlock the handcuffs.
Then, he sat on the floor in a daze.
After sitting in a daze for some time, he glanced at the time and realized that he still had training in the afternoon. Thus, he started packing to leave.
While packing up, he saw Taehyung's abandoned phone on the window sill. His phone was still recording diligently.
Jungkook picked up the phone, exited the camera app, and deleted the recorded video. After doing so, he was about to lock the screen when a message came in.
If this was anyone else, Jungkook would not look. However, the sender's name was "Yukhei".
This was something he doubtlessly needed to see.
Whenever he encountered anything related to Taehyung and that rascal, Jungkook's moral baseline would hit a new low. Here, he had no qualms peeking at their private messages at all.
What are you doing?
Jungkook's brow ticked. He helped Taehyung to reply.
Just managed to make Jungkook hard.