✓BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 09

Jungkook’s trembling hands were failing to hold onto the dress bottom. His chest thudded as if struck by lightning. He was overwhelmed with shame, feeling like he could die from embarrassment. Dreams and reality blended into one confusing mess. And now? Now even the dress wasn’t saving him. The pyjama pant was on the verge of slipping down in any moment. Once Taehyung left, he’d rip the dress off. After such humiliation, keeping this dress on his delicate body felt like it would leave burns, scorching his entire being. No photograph would be needed to capture his shame.

“Go and check if your pyjama pant is still loose like before or not.” Taehyung’s words startled the younger to his core. Stammering, Jungkook replied, “W-what?”

Annoyance was evident on Taehyung’s face. He was an impatient person by nature, always reckless. In a scolding tone, he said, “Doesn’t your dad take you to the doctor? Still haven’t gotten your ears checked? Poor thing! Still walking around half-deaf?”

Jungkook had always been slightly hard of hearing since childhood, thanks to Taehyung. Jungkook got a very first slap from him on the cheek. The five fingers had left a lasting mark on his fair cheek, and his ears had rung for an hour. And what was his crime?

Giving away the chocolate Taehyung had given Jungkook to a neighbor’s boy. This incident also had happened in the fifth grade. That slap had left him feverish for a whole week, nearly burning up to the point of death. Even breathing had been difficult. Everywhere he went, it felt like Taehyung was circling around him, ready to scold and glare saying,

“How dare you give the chocolates I gave you to someone else? I’ll break your teeth, your hands, everything! I’ll grind you into powder and throw you into the pond behind your own house. You’ll stink forever. Stinky Jungkookie.”

Jungkook’s fear of Taehyung hadn’t developed without reason. It had been born from countless terrifying incidents like these since their childhood.

Jungkook’s nose, already pale, had taken on a reddish hue. He struggled to speak, pulling at his words, “I… I’ll take off the dress.”

“Take it off, who’s stopping you?” Taehyung’s expression was calm, unaffected.

“You are.” Jungkook muttered.

“Me? I’m stopping you? Did I take responsibility for holding your dress? I'm a grown ass man, were to hold a little boy’s dress, what would happen to my reputation? I wouldn’t even touch your dress if we were locked in a room together. Let your future husband cling to the hem of your dress, not me.”

Jungkook rushed into the washroom. He untied the pyjama and tightened it around his tiny waist tightly. His heart was pounding. After haphazardly fixing his top, he stepped out. Taehyung was still standing there, eyebrows furrowed, laughing as if he were watching a clown.

In this situation, Jungkook was left bewildered. Taehyung stepped forward, standing incredibly close, and in one swift motion, undid all the messy folds of his upper top. Jungkook’s face turned dumbfounded, stunned, speechless.

Without a word, Taehyung straightened the silk clothe piece, placing them near Jungkook’s navel. In a serious tone, he asked, “Can you tuck them in?”

A storm was raging inside Jungkook’s mind. The chaos left him paralyzed. His throat trembled. As he clumsily took the clothing into his hands, he stammered out a wrong response in his heart’s confusion, “Y-yes I..I can do fart—.”

The mispronounced word made Jungkook shrink with embarrassment in an instant. Why? Why always? Why did he always have to feel ashamed in front of Taehyung? Tears welled up in his eyes out of shame. Turning around, he tucked the clothing in properly. Taehyung, in a strict tone, commanded,