Banana Milk

Drink it up bunny

It's a late friday afternoon as Jungkook got back home from the gym when he felt a little dizzy. His blood sugar seemed to have dropped from the intense workout earlier.

With weakened steps he walks into the kitchen to grab something sweet in hopes to push up his blood sugar level. His dark brown eyes darted around the refrigerator's interior as his eyes soon caught something at the very back of the lowest compartment. "Oh yes! banana milk is perfect." he reached out his hand to grab the pastel yellow packet out of the fridge.

His boyfriend is still at work and won't be back for another hour for sure so he makes himself comfortable, puts on a cozy hoodie and slips out of them tight jeans. He sits down on his comfy cushioned chair to play new games on his nintendo switch.

Only twenty minutes later Taehyung is back home from work earlier than usual for a busy friday. Lacking in energy he walks to the fridge to get some of his favorite banana milk. A hum of surprise left his throat as he couldn't find the distinctive yellow packet he was sure was there in the morning. Now sure it had to be Jungkook who took the last of his favorite drink he walked up to confront the younger on how he could have just taken it.

He knocks on Jungkook's door and opened it as he heard a small 'Yes' behind the wooden door.

„Kookie, bun. Did you take my last— his eyes dropped to the yellow packet that is cutely wrapped inside Jungkook's hands and pointed at it—banana milk..."

Jungkook looks back at him with huge eyes as he realized he took away his hyung's favorite drink and pouted slightly as he felt bad. „Sorry Hyungie! I needed something sugary, my blood sugar was down. I'll get you new ones tomorrow, strawberry flavor too!" he hurried out to make it up to his hyung.

„It's okay bunny I'll get some myself at the shop down the street, 
I'll be right back." Taehyung turned around and closed the door behind him to get some of the banana milk. Obviously he could've waited until tomorrow but he had other plans for tonight. His bun has been a bad boy and has to make it up to him, he's not gonna let this bratty behavior slide that easily.

Jungkook's still in his room as he hears the entrance door slam shut indicating that Taehyung is back from shopping. Since his hyung wasn't really happy that he took his drink he walked into the living room to at least help him out to put them in to the fridge. As he entered the living room he was slightly irritated on why Taehyung placed all the eight packages of banana milk on the salon table, neatly placed one next to the other one in a row. He swallows when it dawns on him what is coming next. 
He knew his hyung too well.

„C'mere bun." the older patted his hand next to him on the soft maroon colored couch. Jungkook's heartbeat quickens a little as he can't hide his nervousness. He takes a seat next to the brunette and opened his mouth to voice out an apology again. But before he can get out anything between his pink lips, his hyung spoke up first. „You've been a bad boy bunny. You drank my last banana milk even though you know how much your hyung loves these." his mouth slopped down in a fake pout.

Jungkook blushes and looked down to his fidgety fingers playing on the hem of his lilac hoodie as he felt a rush of shame. „I'm sorry hyung." his puppy eyes still avoiding the pitch black ones of his boyfriend.

„What should we do about that then?" the brunette let his slender fingers push back some of the tousled black strands behind his bunny's ear. „You said your sugar is low, huh? How about you drink some more banana milk? We don't want you to feel dizzy again, right?" his hand continues to caress the silky hair of the back of his boyfriend's head in a caring manner.

Taehyung took another packet and handed it to his bunny after he poked through the straw inside the aluminium barrier. „Drink it." He ordered as Jungkook motioned the milk to his mouth. Almost mesmerized, Taehyung watched his bunny's slightly visible adam's apple move as he swallowed sip after sip. His pink lips clenching and sucking around the small plastic straw were feeding his mind with dirty imagery.