chill out, V!

      Stop. Touching. Jungkook.       It was with such thoughts that Taehyung sat on a chair, staring blankly at Hoseok’s hand darting from shoulder to leg of Kook. And it was infuriating. Very. At such moments, Tae wants to jump out of his chair, pick up Jeon and run away. And he just smiles. No, he knows that Taehyung is sitting and burning with jealousy over and over again, looking at what will then cause a lot of questions from Armys, and he tolerates everything! Taehyung couldn’t look at it anymore, so he barely reached Hoseok and kicked him lightly. Hoby, seeing Tae’s killing-burying gaze, immediately sat back down and Taehyung’s soul calmed down for a second, but after this short period of time, it sounded the alarm again.       Instead of the hunted Hoseok, Jungkook was stuck with Yoongi. The fuse of Taehyung’s jealousy was lit again. Min’s hand wanted to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. He smiled when they lay down in a nice mess. And Tae was already ready to get up and beat everyone present to a pulp so that they would know how the pris could end. But Yoongi did not calm down. He put his hand on Kook’s hair again and began stroking it, discussing something with Namjoon along the way.       Yoongi, get your fucking cat paws off his hair, otherwise I’ll amputate them for you.       Yoongi talked seriously with the members, even asked Taehyung something, but he did not really delve into his questions. His attention was entirely focused on Jungkook, who noticed this and turned away so as not to meet eyes. Not on video. Taehyung was unlucky, because he was seated on the very edge of the second row, away from Jeon, so that the Army would not cut their favorite “moments where Vkooks behave like Vkooks” again. He couldn’t push away those who were harassing his boyfriend and start harassing him personally, so he could only kick all those who were touching him. He couldn’t reach Yoongi, because he was sitting on the right of Jungkook, and Taehyung was somewhere on the left, so he came up with a more original way.       He leaned slightly to the right, trying to draw the attention of Jimin, who was sitting directly above Jungkook, to himself, but he was probably hindered by an obstacle named Seokjin. — Jin, — Taehyung called softly while Hosok was telling something about how Yoongi had closed the bathroom door and didn’t want to open it until he promised to cook him a kimbap in the evening. — Jin! Kim Seokjin!       Seokjin turned his attention to Taehyung, who was shouting in a whisper, and leaned towards him. — Call Jimin, please, let him bend over to me.       Jin did as V said and after a couple of seconds, Jimin bent down to the latter. — What has already happened? — he asked. – Tell Yoongi that if he doesn’t take his hands off Jeon right now, I’ll rip them out and swap them with his legs, — Taehyung whispered sternly. — Just chill out, V! It’s okay, he doesn’t kiss him, doesn’t undress him, just ruffles his hair! — Jimin replied. — Jim, — Taehyung said in a voice not his own. — Just tell fucking Min Yoongi my displeasure and I’ll leave you alone, otherwise you’re sleeping without a mattress tonight.       Jimin grinned, bent down to Yoongi and told him everything that Tae had just told him. Min looked at Taehyung, sighed and took his hands away from the Hook.       Thank heaven.       Tae began to talk about how Namjoon inexplicably set fire to spaghetti while he was cooking them, and then put them out with tap water. The situation was funny, but at one point Taehyung didn’t feel like laughing. Namjoon put his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and a bright red plaque with the inscription seemed to float in front of V’s eyes: “ALARM.”       What the fuck is this?       Taehyung got up from his seat, walked over to Namjoon, pulled him off the chair and sat on it himself. Joon, not understanding anything, sat down in Tae’s place and, realizing that he had landed next to Jin, beamed. And Taehyung put Jeon’s head on his shoulder and realized that his soul was now one hundred percent calm.