On the way to the recording studio, Taehyung rested his head on Jungkook's shoulder, which was why the youngest could feel his hot breath on his skin as he exhaled. It became a challenge for him not to shiver so much, because he didn't want his friend to notice. Taehyung's brown hair tickled his neck, and Jungkook wanted nothing more than to push the olders hair strands out of his face so he could see his eyes better. He forced himself to look out of the car window and put his attention at the passing landscape instead. Jimin's red rusty minivan was almost as important to the blond as Yoongi. Lovingly he called him 'Tony' and got furious every time someone of the other guys wanted to eat something inside the car. Jimin was an literal angel most of the time, but when he got angry, he turned into a completely different person, so nobody wanted to mess with him.
The recording studio was only about 20 minutes drive time away from their apartment, standing in a secluded area. The ride took them over narrow country roads with potholes, and Jungkook's stomach protested every time the car drove over some of those. Hoseok groaned. "Who had the great idea to go to the recording studio just hours after we drank?" „I'll kill you in case you puke," said Jimin, staring at him warningly. "If I leave your corpse somewhere in this area, it will be years before someone finds your decayed body." "Love you too," Hoseok replied, playfully caressing the youngster's hair. At the wheel sat Jin, next to him Namjoon and in the back Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung had made themselves comfortable. Jimin sat on Yoongi's lap because there was only room for six people in the car, but judging by Yoongi's face, it did not bother him in the slightest. And even Jungkook had to admit that he benefited from the fact that they all had to sit tight together, since he had the smell of Taehyung's shower gel in front of his nose. He could not quite guess what sort of shampoo Taehyung had been using, but it smelled fruity and fresh and just like Taehyung. Min Yoongi's hand rested on Jimin's thigh and Jungkook wanted nothing more than to do the same. There was a murmur in his ear and he felt Taehyung press his face deeper into Jungkook's neck and rub his cheek lightly against his skin. Jungkook drew in a sharp breath and reflexively slid his hand into Taehyung's hair. Taehyung sighed and sounded content as Jungkook patted his scalp, and although it was not the first time Jungkook did that; this time it felt completely different.
The minivan turned into a paved driveway a little later and stopped in front of a rural-looking house. Ivy covered the red brick walls and a weeping willow covered the boys' view of the blue painted front door. Jungkook loved this house. An old friend of Namjoon lived here and he also owned the surprisingly modern recording studio inside that he allowed them to use now and then.
Thankfully Namjoon's friend was on some kind of vacation right now so they didn't have to be quiet.
Jungkook let go of Taehyung's hair and gently shook his shoulder. "Hyung, wake up! We're there." The elder grumbled and sat up with his eyes still half closed. While Namjoon and Jin pushed open the front doors and jumped out of the car, Hoseok tried desperately to climb over Jimin and Yoongi, who didn't seem to want to leave the car. Jimin whispered something in Yoongi's ear and chuckled. Jungkook pushed the car door by his side and left the car before Taehyung. He bent down to tie his shoelaces and felt a smack on his ass. Even before he saw him, he knew it was Taehyung. Jungkook laughed and playfully punched the older man's shoulder when he got up again. "Have you ever heard of consent?" "Aww Kookie, you know you like it," Taehyung fooled around. He did. The youngest did not know what to say. Damn, he had once been so quick-witted and now he was starting to blush during the shortest conversations or interactions with Tae.
Luckily this was the moment when Namjoon unlocked the door and disappeared inside the house. Jungkook hurried after him and it was much easier for him to think straight, until he felt Tae's eyes on him. Instead of going to the recording studio, Namjoon moved towards the kitchen. Jungkook heard the fridge open and saw Namjoon come back a little later with a box of beer in his hand. Jungkook grimaced. He was not exactly the biggest fan of beer, because in his opinion, it tasted like stomach acid, but the other guys disagreed. Namjoon handed Jin, J-Hope and Taehyung one beer each. "The best way to get rid of a hangover; just drink more, "Namjoon winked at the others. "Did Jimin and Suga stay in the car?" J-Hope nodded. "And I believe you better not disturb them." 'In the car?', Jungkook's eyes widened in horror. "We'll have to sit there later." Jin shrugged and grabbed a bottle opener from Namjoon to quickly remove the lid from his bottle. „We all also share two showers. I don't want to know what you're doing in there besides showering." Jungkook remembered how he got under the spray a few hours ago and pleasured himself. After that memory flashed through his mind he looked ashamed at the floor. Jin gave him a knowing expression. Now, Jungkook's imagination wandered to quite different images, which he desperately tried to suppress from his thoughts. In his mind, Taehyung stood in the shower cubicle, completely and utterly naked he might add, his teeth digging into his lower lip and his head resting against the glass wall as he let his hand slide over his cock in controlled movements. The harder he became, the more uncontrolled his hand movements became and the more his legs trembled. In Jungkook's imagination, Taehyung's moans echoed inside the bathroom, sending a shiver down his spine. Only with effort he suppressed a whimper, as the others were still standing around him, completely unaware of to which place his mind took him. He looked over at Tae and noticed how his long fingers closed around the bottle and his best friend's knuckles turned white. Taehyung had beautiful hands. Long straight fingers. Well-groomed fingernails. Defined bones that made his hands look both masculine and delicate. He had the biggest hands from the group of friends and probably knew how to use them properly too. He didn't have those hands for nothing. Jungkook mentally hit himself. What was wrong with him? Was he really becoming hard just by thinking about Taehyung's hands? He really needed to get laid soon, maybe then all those fantasies would stop and he could continue to interact with his best friend just as before. He followed the others with small steps into the recording studio and sat down on the black leather couch. Namjoon sat in the gray swivel chair, which was positioned in front of an area full of techstuff and buttons, and turned on the light in the small room behind the glass. So far, all their songs have been recorded in that room just as it would be the case today. For some reason, J-Hope laid down on the floor and folded his arms over his head so he could lie down on them. Jungkook was thankful for that because now he had the small couch to himself. Taehyung stood behind Namjoon and looked over his shoulder while he was half-heartedly sipping his beer. While Namjoon, who produced many of their songs along with Suga, suggested his prefabricated tune for the song to Taehyung, Jungkook stared up at the ceiling and tried to blur out his surroundings. He started to play some mini-game on his iPhone, which didn't interest him much, but it distracted him, which was a good thing in this opinion. The next time he looked in Taehyung's direction, his best friend was already standing behind the glass wall with headphones over his head and a grin on his face. The microphone was clamped to a stand in front of him. He gave Namjoon a thumbs up to start the sound recording. Now Jungkook also spotted Yoongi and Jimin, both leaning against the opposite wall, with conspicuously ruffled hair. Probably they had only joined them in the last few seconds. When Taehyung's voice started singing, Jungkook couldn't help himself. He put all of his attention on him, and only on him. He hardly dared to blink and wanted to see every lip movement that his best friend made. Tae's voice was dark and soothing and seductive as if he was a siren and his singing was meant only for him alone, to lure him.
It's ringing again, that sound A crack again on this frozen lake I dumped myself into the lake I buried my voice for you Over the winter lake I was thrown
Jungkook could do nothing but stare at his best friend. He seemed like he was in another world. He rocked slightly to the tune and his hair fell over his face, leaving his eyes slightly covered. His facial expression was focused and serious, which was in contrast to the Taehyung that Jungkook knew. At that moment, he realized that Tae was no longer the boy he had met in elementary school. He had become a man. A pretty attractive one as well.
A thick ice has formed In the dream I shortly went into My agonizing phantom pain is still the same Have I lost myself
Jungkook remembered seeing Taehyung frequently scribbling in a college block the past few weeks. Which were probably the moments he created the lyrics; Jungkook had to say, he was fucking impressed. It was clear that there was far more meaning behind the text than it may have seemed at first. There were metaphors, thoughts from his best friend, who seemed almost too private to turn into a song. The text sounded poetic and fit perfectly to Taehyung's unique voice.
Reach my hand out to cover the mouth But in the end, spring will come someday The ice will melt and flow away Tell me if my voice isn't real
Jungkook realized too late that tears formed in his eyes. Taehyung's voice touched people and made them feel as they weren't alone. The youngest quickly wiped a single tear from his cheek, but Jimin had already seen him and looked at him with amusement. With relief, Jungkook noticed that Jimin was just as affected by the song as Jungkook was. It was quiet in the room and no one dared to breathe too loudly.
If I shouldn't have thrown myself away Tell me if even this pain isn't real What I was supposed to do back then
After the last line, Taehyung lifted his head as if he was in a trance and immediately searched for the younger man's gaze. When he found it, he put down the headphones and smiled slightly, as if he was waiting for a response. Jungkook mechanically raised both thumbs and then clapped his hands. The sound of skin touching skin broke the silence. The others joined in and Taehyung bowed with a big grin. Jungkook was so proud of his best friend that he could barely stand it. He wanted to run to him, wrapping his arms around the other's narrow body and pressing his lips to Taehyung's. He wanted to show him how much he valued his friend, show him how happy he was to have him in his life.
When Taehyung put his headphones back on to start the second recording, Jungkook quietly left the room and leaned against the brickwall outside. Looking at the cobwebs above him, he lit a cigarette for the first time in months and greedily inhaled the poisonous substances.