VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

My Best Friend's Older Brother (1/3)

Jungkook leaned against the locker, flipping through the pages of his history textbook, his eyes scanning the words without really seeing them. The hallways of his high school buzzed with the muted chatter of students, the occasional laugh piercing the monotony of the afternoon. His mind, however, was elsewhere, lost in a daydream where the object of his affection, Taehyung, was the star. Taehyung, his best friend and older brother, had a way of making Jungkook's heart flutter in a way that no algebra equation ever could.

Taehyung was a college student, a world apart from Jungkook's high school reality. His ethereal beauty was almost otherworldly, a fact that only served to amplify Jungkook's crush. Taehyung's body was not like those of the guys Jungkook saw at school; it was thicker, more rounded in all the right places, with a jiggly ass that could make anyone's knees weak.

Whenever Jungkook tried to flirt, Taehyung would just laugh it off, his cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "You're so adorable, Kookie," he'd say, ruffling Jungkook's hair. Jungkook would try to hide his disappointment, telling himself that it was all just harmless banter, that Taehyung couldn't possibly know how he truly felt. But deep down, he hoped that one day, Taehyung would look at him and see something more than just a pesky little brother.

Yeonjun, Jungkook's best friend and Taehyung's younger brother, sauntered over, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, Kook," Yeonjun called out, his voice echoing in the nearly empty hallway.

Jungkook snapped out of his daze and shut his textbook with a thud. "What's up?" he asked, trying to play it cool.

"My parents are going on a business trip tonight," Yeonjun announced, his grin widening as he leaned closer to Jungkook. "That means the house is all ours for the weekend."

Jungkook's eyes lit up at the prospect of having Taehyung all to himself. Maybe, just maybe, he could finally make a move without the prying eyes of their parents or the usual distractions of home. "That's great," he said, trying to keep his excitement in check. "We should totally have a party!"

Yeonjun shrieked. "Never!" He slapped Jungkook's arm playfully. "Tae Hyung will kill me and you. You know he doesn't take shit like that lightly."

Jungkook grinned sheepishly, knowing Yeonjun was right. Taehyung was strict when it came to the house rules, especially when their parents weren't around. But the idea of spending the weekend alone with him was too tempting to pass up. "Okay, okay, I'll be there since my parents are going on a business trip with your parents too," Jungkook conceded, his mind already racing with more intimate plans. "Just the three of us, then. Movie night?"

Yeonjun nodded eagerly. "Yeah, and maybe some games? Tae Hyung's been stressed with studying for finals. We could use the downtime."

Jungkook's heart sank a little at the mention of finals. He knew Taehyung had been swamped with schoolwork, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of hope that the stress might make him more receptive to his advances. "That sounds perfect," he agreed.

"Great. Now let's go," Yeonjun said, "Tae hyung is waiting for us."

Jungkook followed Yeonjun out of the school building, the cool fall breeze slapping his cheeks as they stepped outside. The parking lot was a sea of cars, with the setting sun casting long shadows over the asphalt. Taehyung's car, a sleek black sedan, was parked in their usual spot, the engine purring gently. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of his crush's figure leaning against the driver's side door, his college sweatshirt hugging his thick frame.

Taehyung looked up as they approached, his smile lighting up his features. The sun kissed his cheeks, highlighting the soft curves of his jawline and the sharp angles of his nose. His hair, a silky waterfall of chestnut brown, fell over his eyes, framing them like a delicate veil. Jungkook felt a familiar heat rise in his cheeks as he took in the sight of Taehyung's body, so close yet so untouchable.