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Somehow that blush suited Taehyung a little more than Jungkook would’ve liked. His smirk widened as he grabbed the elder by his wrist and pulled him onto his lap. “Comfortable, babe?” he teased as he rested his fingers on the Force’s hips. “That blush made you look pretty cute, you know. Cute, just my type.” Slender fingers sneaked past the elder’s back and up to the nape of his neck; Jungkook lifted his gaze as he pressed Taehyung’s head down so that their lips were mere spaces away. “Your boyfriend’s not here, what he won’t know won’t hurt. Entertain me, Taehyung hyung; I’ll show you a good time, hm?”

Sunghyun forbid, why the fuck was Fear hitting on him like nobody's business? Actually, the better question was: why was he blushing like a school girl? But in his defence, anyone would under the circumstances because being seated on a fairly good looking Force's man's lap was probably any girl's dream come true. Or man's, depending on sexuality preferences, but he digressed. His head reared back with annoyance crossing over his features. "Don't push your luck, I wanted to talk to you because I was intrigued over our cute maknae," he sneered, "not because I was looking for a fuck, which by the way, would never happen with the likes of you."

Really, and this was any of Tae’s business? But he was Wish, if he wasn’t curious, then Jungkook didn’t know who was. At this point he was vaguely wondering if he should install fear in the Force’s mind, but that would’ve just been a waste of his time. Instead, he leaned in with a smirk of his own, fingers wrapping around the Wishbringer’s chin as he tilted his head to meet his gaze. “Someone cute like you, baby. Why don’t you entertain me for a bit? Since you’re here and all.”

Oh, gross. Was Fear hitting on him? Joke or not, this was disgusting - Taehyung could barely take Yoongi's cheesy jokes much less have to deal with someone else's. Yet it still hadn't stopped him from blushing, cheeks tainted pink as he pulled his head back in frustration. "Gross, could you not?" he deadpanned with an expression that looked like he was ready to call upon Justice to do his very bidding. Byunghun probably wouldn't, but he digressed. "Not interested. Do not want."

"Not really," he replied with irritation marring over his features. For someone who was the embodiment of wishes, Taehyung sure was annoying. Not that he expected any less from the Wishbringer anyway. "Jimin hyung’s cute, but not cute enough for my liking."

"Oh, so the mighty Fear has a thing for cute people?" Taehyung chided, lips curving into a smirk as he leaned closer to the younger, fingers stroking the invisible beard if he had one. "So how much cute does one have to be to catch your attention then?"

Jungkook shrugs, seemingly disinterested in the topic. “Guys and girls are the same to me.”

"Really? Not even a single preference?" he asked, curious that his fellow Force would be so limited in ideas towards a love interest; though he really shouldn't talk because it wasn't like he was any better.

"I’m not interested, thanks for offering him anyway."

"Not into guys or what?"

"Basically."

"You're boring, he's so smitten with you he'd do anything for you; the least you could do is let him fuck you."