Little Flower

18

"Consequences heavy, are your bitches ready?" ~ GTG [Freddie Dredd]

"Make yourself at home," Jungkook says as they enter his house.

Rosie looks around in amazement, taking in the dark color scheme that matched his aesthetic perfectly. She also noticed that although there were pictures of him with his hyungs, there was no recognition of his parents.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Jungkook calls from the kitchen.

"I'm okay, thank you," she hums, meeting him in the living room as he sat down with a sigh.

"So," he grins, manspreading on the couch. "What should we do first?"

"I don't know," she stands in front of him awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Well, for starters—" Rosie gasps as Jungkook grabs her wrist and pulls her onto his lap, her face growing red as she straddles him. "Relax."

Jungkook's voice was spoken lowly with a slight smirk, and his hands smoothed up her back as he pushed her towards him. Rosie bit down on her bottom lip and fisted his shirt between her hands as he did so, blinking innocently when she met his eyes.

"M-maybe we could watch a movie or-"

Rosie was cut off as Jungkook surged forward and smashed his lips onto hers, cutting off her nervous rambling. His hands were roaming respectfully up and down her sides and he smiled against her lips when he felt her fingers shyly slide into his hair, encouraging her with a small nip to her lips.

The room was suddenly becoming hot as they kissed more fervently, a soft whimper escaping her as his hands slid down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. Rosie gasps as his lips fall to her neck, growing more flustered as he spends his time sucking and biting rosy marks onto her skin. Her fingers tugged at his hair when he bit down hard on her sweet spot, a breathless whine of his name escaping his lips.

And then Rosie's phone rang.

Jungkook let out a groan and rested his forehead against her chest as she reached behind to grab her phone out of her back pocket, a dark blush on her cheeks as she tried to regulate her breathing.

"H-hello?" she answers, clutching onto Jungkook's shoulder as he began kissing her neck again.

"Rosie?"

"Taehyung?" Rosie's eyes widened and she pushed Jungkook back, causing him to pout and fold his arms over his chest. "What's wrong?"

"Rosie, I'm in jail."

***

Two boys moved quickly, cloaked in black hoods and face masks. Their feet were light and they moved along the shadows of buildings, only the moon and the street lights serving as a guide through the night sky.

They had watched the boy run out of his house with a backpack, and now they were coming to a halt on the side of an old alley as they watched him meet up with a group of guys.

"Taehyung, man! You're early today," a blonde laughs, patting him on the back.

"Yeah," he sighs, swinging his backpack off and unzipping it to grab the spray cans. "Where's my canvas?"

"Side of the bakery," the blonde waves his hand dismissively.

The two mysterious men creeped closer as Taehyung took his bag with him to the blank wall, close enough to see what he was doing but far enough away that they wouldn't get caught.

"Rosie's gonna shit herself," the dimple-cheeked boy whispers.

"Shut up," the honey-haired boy huffed. "Look at his bag. There's money inside."

"So he's doing this for spare change? What a fucking-"

"What am I doing?" Taehyung runs a hand over his face and groans.

He stares at the wall and a few beats of silence pass before he shakes the can in his hand and pops open the lid, starting his artwork.

"He's really talented," the honey-haired boy compliments quietly.

And he is, but the police officers arriving at the scene thought otherwise.

"FREEZE!"

Taehyung's head whips up to see all of the boys getting pushed onto their knees by officers, his feet stumbling backwards as he starts to panic. He turned on his heels and barely got to run before two officers slammed his back into the wall, a pair of handcuffs locking onto his wrists.

"Wait! I-"

Jimin and Namjoon didn't get to hear any more of the conversation as they had already started sprinting away. The police weren't people they wanted to be around.

They had done worse things than vandalize buildings.