𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

A Strange Idea

WARNING: Smut? Sorta? Y'all know wassup

"We could try it, if you want?"

I never meant to say such a brazen thing out loud. To let such an insane proposal escape my thoughts and simply waltz into the world through my lips. But I said it anyway. I ignored my rational mind, and I said it, without caring for consequences at all.

I didn't look up to see Taehyung's face, because I was sure that if I even caught a glimpse of the man's confused expression, my immense shame would simply eat me up alive. "I mean, I know that-- that you're not-- I know that you're not like me at all. I just thought... I do care about you and, I think-- I suppose you care about me a bit, and I just thought that maybe-- since you've never..."

Taehyung's silence was deafening, and even though I knew what I was doing was wrong, I couldn't stop myself from blabbering on now that the damage was already done. "I'm not trying to take advantage of you or anything. I would never force you to... God, I would never force you to anything you didn't want to do, but I... I wondered if maybe-- if you were to c-close your eyes, and-- and imagined I was a girl, it could end up being e-enjoyabe... for you?"

Taehyung wouldn't say anything, but I was determined not to move or make a sound until he gave me some sort of response. I wanted to take it all back the second after my rambling stopped, but I knew that wouldn't work. I said what I said. I asked what I asked. And now, there was nothing left for me to do but wait.

"Doing that..." Taehyung said quietly, finally speaking up after a period that felt like eons. "Doing that would help you?"

I swallowed thickly, still way too scared to meet the butler's eyes. "In... in a way," I whispered. "But-- but, please don't feel obligated. I know that my father told you things the day we first met, and made you vow to do anything I say, but I want you to know that I have no intention of being a slavemaster. This... this will only happen if you agree to it. And if you dont-- I promise you our friendship will not change."

Taehyung hummed and I could almost see the gears in his brain turn as he took in everything I said. "I want to help you, because you are my friend," he murmured, nervously nibbling on his lower lip.

I wrapped my arms around my waist and curled up with unease.

"So I think we should do it."

My eyes fluttered as I snapped my head at Taehyung. "Wait-- but-- y-you can't be serious?"

"What?" Taehyung said with a befuddled frown. "It was your idea, no?"

"Y-yes, but I didn't think you'd actually--"

"Well, I did," Taehyung said, abruptly cutting me off. "So now what do we do?"

I blinked like a mechanical doll, feeling completely unprepared for the situation I had somehow pushed us both into. "Wha-- h-how should I know!? You're the one who saw it."

"You're the one who dreamt it!"

"That doesn't mean--!"

"Unbutton your pants."

"What!?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes at me for the very first time since I met him that night. He'd never once gotten annoyed with me before, but now that I had seen him reach the point, I realised that I would enjoy teasing him in the future.

"When I saw it, Yoongi the kitchenhelp was not wearing pants."

My face began to heat up like a furnace, and I panicked with the idea of being so exposed in front of the butler. "I- I can't just take off my pants," I whispered. "That's... embarrassing."