VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Grooming Kookie's hair

The neon lights of the city cast a soft glow through the dusty blinds of a mansion. Taehyung lay on the couch, flipping through a magazine, his eyes glazing over the glossy pages. The quiet hum of the fridge was the only sound in the room, a stark contrast to the usual chaos outside. It was well past midnight, and the silence was starting to get to him. He glanced at the clock on the wall, its ticking echoing through the room like a metronome counting down the seconds until Jungkook would come home.

Taehyung's thoughts drifted to Jungkook's hair, the way it fell in perfect waves that framed his sharp jawline and highlighted his piercing gaze. The strands shimmered under the light, like a crown of spun gold. It was a sight that never failed to make his heart flutter. He had been planning to ask Jungkook for a favor, something that was both simple and incredibly intimate. He wanted to groom Jungkook's hair, to run his fingers through those soft locks and feel the warmth of his boyfriend's body close to his own.

As the clock chimed the next hour, the sound of a key turning in the lock brought Taehyung back to reality. The door creaked open, and Jungkook stepped into the room, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion. The cold aura that usually surrounded him was almost palpable, a stark reminder of the dangerous world he ruled. But as his eyes fell on Taehyung, the tension in his shoulders eased, and a small smile graced his lips. Jungkook was home, and for a brief moment, he was no longer the feared Mafia king, but Taehyung's gentle prince.

Jungkook tossed his leather jacket onto the chair and loosened his tie, the unbuttoned collar of his crisp white shirt revealing a hint of his tattooed chest. He walked over to Taehyung, his movements fluid and predatory despite his tiredness. "You're still up," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Taehyung's spine. Taehyung looked up at him, his heart racing with anticipation. This was it, the perfect moment to ask.

He shook his head. "I was waiting for you. Did you eat anything? You know I don't like you eating from other people other than me." Taehyung pouted slightly, his eyes pleading for Jungkook to come closer. Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of his head, the smell of gunpowder and leather lingering on his breath.

"I'm fine," Jungkook assured him, his hand gently brushing through Taehyung's hair, a silent promise that he was safe now. Taehyung took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to ask. "Jungkook," he began, his voice small and hopeful, "Could I... could I groom your hair tonight?" He watched as Jungkook's eyes lit up, the coldness in them giving way to something warmer, something that made Taehyung's heart skip a beat.

Without a word, Jungkook took a seat on the couch, his gaze never leaving Taehyung's. Taehyung felt a thrill of excitement as he moved closer, his eyes drinking in the sight of Jungkook's disheveled perfection. He squealed. "I'll be right be back!" Taehyung dashed into the bedroom and returned with a brush and a bottle of expensive hair serum that Jungkook had bought for him on a whim. He had always been fascinated by the way it made Jungkook's hair look like silk.

Jungkook sat still, his eyes closed, as Taehyung began to gently brush through his hair. Each stroke was met with a quiet sigh, the tension of the day slowly seeping out of him. The soft rustle of the brush against his scalp was soothing, a balm to his weary soul. Taehyung took his time, savoring the feeling of closeness, his thumbs tracing the outline of Jungkook's ears with feather-light touches that made Jungkook shiver.

"So what happened today?" Taehyung asked, his voice a gentle murmur as he worked his way through the knots in Jungkook's hair. Jungkook's eyes remained closed, but the tension in his jaw suggested he was contemplating his response. "Just the usual," he finally said, his tone carefully neutral.

Taehyung knew better than to press for details. Jungkook's life was a tapestry of secrets and danger, and while he was a part of it, there were parts of it that Taehyung knew he could never truly understand. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, using the hair serum to smooth out the unruly strands. The scent of sandalwood and musk filled the air, a scent that was uniquely Jungkook's, and Taehyung felt his own stress begin to melt away.