VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

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Jungkook's eyes darted toward the camera, his playful expression turning serious. "You know, I've been thinking," he began, leaning in closer. "If Hoseok hyung has been stealing the others socks other than my sock." The comments flooded in, some fans giggling, others speculating wildly. Jungkook winked, leaving them hanging. "But don't worry," he added, voice dropping to a whisper, "I've got a plan to catch him red-handed."

Jungkook's heart raced as Taehyung stepped into the room, his presence a magnetic force that pulled Jungkook's gaze. The fans chattered excitedly in the comments, unaware of the hidden connection between the two idols.

Jungkook's fingers twitched, longing to reach out and intertwine with Taehyung's. But he resisted. Their love was a fragile secret, a whispered promise shared in stolen moments backstage, behind closed doors. The world saw them as colleagues, bandmates. But never as lovers.

Taehyung's eyes met Jungkook's, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Jungkook's lips curved into a half-smile. They were masters of disguise, their love hidden in plain sight.

"Hey, everyone!" Jungkook grinned, adjusting the angle of his phone. "Guess what? I've got a special guest today." He leaned slightly to the side, revealing Taehyung, who sat beside him, looking effortlessly ethereal. Taehyung waved at the screen, his smile dazzling enough to outshine the studio lights.

The chat exploded with emojis and exclamation marks. Fans typed furiously, their curiosity piqued. Jungkook's pulse raced. He'd rehearsed this moment a thousand times in his mind, but reality felt different. More fragile, more real.

"Meet my partner in crime. Tae!" Jungkook announced, voice steady despite the tempest of emotions within. He wanted to shout, "This is Taehyung, the one who holds my heart!" But he settled for a casual introduction, as if they were merely colleagues.

Taehyung leaned closer, their thighs brushing. His eyes sparkled mischievously. "Hey, everyone," he echoed, voice like stardust. "I'm the mysterious Tae." His fingers brushed Jungkook's, a secret touch that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine.

The fans went wild. Speculation buzzed like bees in a sun-kissed garden. Were they friends? Rivals? Or something more? Jungkook ignored the comments, focusing on Taehyung's warmth beside him. They'd perfected the art of secrecy. The stolen glances, the whispered conversations backstage, the way their hands brushed when no one was looking.

As they bantered with fans, Jungkook marveled at the universe they'd created. It was a place where love bloomed like hidden constellations. A secret galaxy of stolen kisses and shared laughter. Taehyung's laughter, he realized, was his favorite song, and Jungkook's warmth was the blanket that shielded Taehyung from life's storms.

And so, they continued, entwined in a dance of half-truths and unspoken promises. The vlive chat scrolled by, but Jungkook's eyes remained fixed on Taehyung. They'd find their moment, he vowed, the one where they'd step into the spotlight together, hearts laid bare.

The vlive ended, but the magic lingered. Jungkook and Taehyung retreated to their bedroom where time slowed, and the world faded away. Here, they shed their idol personas, revealing the raw edges of their hearts.

Taehyung traced patterns on Jungkook's palm, his touch igniting constellations within. "Why do we hide?" he murmured, eyes searching Jungkook's. "Why not shout our love from the rooftops?"

Jungkook leaned in, forehead touching Taehyung's. "Because this," he whispered, "is our universe. Ours alone." His breath danced across Taehyung's lips, a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

They'd met as trainees. The shy boy with doe eyes and the enigmatic artist who painted galaxies. Their bond grew like ivy, creeping into every crevice of their souls. But fame had its price. Cameras flashed, fans screamed, and their love became a secret. A fragile glass bauble they hid from the world.

Taehyung's laughter was the soundtrack of Jungkook's life. It echoed through empty practice rooms, whispered across midnight phone calls. When Taehyung sang, the universe held its breath, as if afraid to disturb the magic.

Jungkook's antics knew no bounds. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he wiggled his way into Taehyung's oversized shirt, like a curious kitten exploring a cozy hideout. The fabric enveloped him, and he peeked out from the neckline, his face a delightful surprise.

Taehyung's laughter bubbled up. A melody that echoed through their shared universe. "What are you doing, Kookie?" he teased, fingers brushing Jungkook's cheek.

Jungkook's voice was muffled by the fabric, but his eyes sparkled. "I'm hiding," he declared. "In your warmth."

And there they were. Two stars entwined, hidden from the world, yet shining brighter than ever. Taehyung leaned down, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's forehead. "Stay as long as you want," he whispered. "My shirt is your sanctuary."

And so, Jungkook nestled deeper, heart snug against Taehyung's chest. The fans speculated, but they didn't need to know. Their love was a secret garden, blooming in stolen moments. A universe where Jungkook could crawl into Taehyung's shirt and find solace.

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other, they knew: Some secrets were meant to be kept, cherished, and whispered across the galaxies of their hearts.

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Ahhhhhhh!!!

Why are these ideas so boring???😭

Anyway, Season 3 of Sweet Home came out yesterday and I watched the whole season, the whole night until now I haven't slept but I managed to write a crappy one-shot for you all🙃

Thank you all for 5.95K views, I promise to make a ncaa one shot for you.

Stay safe Pookiessss🤭

-lxnnie