Taekook Oneshots

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!MATURE CONTENT!

Jungkook POV

Cat ears.

The ribbon falls to the floor, and the small cardboard box lies innocently in my palm. Two fluffy black cat ears, attached to velvet clips, nestle among the grey tissue paper.

"Do you like em?" Jimin asks, lips quirked in a mischievous grin. 

I smack him on the arm, and he yelps. 

"What the fuck are you playing at?" I hiss, quickly covering the box with my palm, lest another member walks into the living room. "I asked for something to grab his attention, not some cosplay accessory. Which, by the way, I'm never gonna touch."

"Come on, Gguk, trust me, it's what you need," Jimin croons, snatching the gift away and unearthing the clips. "Whack these bad boys on tonight, along with a nice outfit, and Tae's attention will be on nothing but you."

I chew my lip furiously. This is unbelievable. Jimin notices the tension in my face, and nudges me playfully.

"Hey, where's the confident tease Jeon Jungkook at, huh?" He raises his eyebrows. "You used to dress up all the time. And you loved it."

I slouch back into the couch.

"Guess I haven't really had the time to," I mumble, reminded suddenly of the stash of scandalous outfits hidden in the bottom drawer of my dresser. "It's been so long, I'm worried I'll appear kinda uncomfortable looking."

Jimin's jaw drops, and he whacks me again.

"Are you out of your mind? Any guy would drop dead just to see you dress up right now."

I smile a little. Maybe Jimin's right. 

He shoves the box at me once more, and this time I hold onto it.

"Please," he says gently, getting up from the sofa. "Give them a try, okay?"

I glance at the ears.

"Maybe."

- - - - - -

When practice ends, I glance over at Taehyung to see if he's ready to head home. I gulp. 

Golden skin caked in the glow of sweat, tongue falling half over his bottom lip as he panted to catch his breath. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he drunk water from a bottle. The sudden overwhelming urge to grab him and attack him with kisses stung at me, and I cringed and looked away. 

Too late, I curse, as I feel the clamp of a warm hand on my shoulder. 

"You ready to go, baby?" Taehyung asks gently, draping a towel around his neck. 

Something about the way he holds himself, the way his voice has the tiniest hint of husk, probably due to exhaustion. It's wrong of me, but I can't help feeling turned on. 

"Y-yeah," I manage to squeak, stiffening my knees to prevent my legs from buckling right then and there. "Let's go home. Now. Please."

Tae eyes me, and again I feel weak. I'm usually so good at restricting myself, but today my submissive subconscious seems to have slipped its way to my mind. 

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks, genuinely concerned. "You look a little off."

"I'm fine!" I exclaim, pressing my lips into a tight line, keeping my thighs together lest anything inappropriate happens in the heat of the moment. "Please, let's just go home."