VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

I'm sorry, Daddy [M]

Taehyung stepped out of the shower, water droplets glistening on his bare skin. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, letting out a sigh of contentment as the warm fabric embraced him. The bathroom mirror fogged up, and he reached out to wipe a clear spot with his hand. His reflection stared back, a canvas of unshed secrets and quiet anticipation. Today was going to be different. Today was going to be about him.

He had gotten the invite from Jimin, a name he hadn't heard in what felt like ages. An old friend from his pre-Jungkook life, Jimin had always been the wild one, the one to drag him into the latest and greatest parties. Taehyung had been hesitant to go at first, but something about the nostalgia tugged at him. Plus, it had been weeks since he'd had a night out that didn't involve counting bullets or nursing Jungkook's bruises. A small rebellion, a little taste of freedom. What could it hurt?

Choosing his outfit was a thrill in itself. He pulled out a short black dress from the back of his closet, the one Jungkook had never seen. It hugged his body like a second skin, the hemline flirting dangerously with the tops of his thighs. He stepped into his sexy black heels, feeling the familiar pinch that reminded him of his old life. A life where he could wear what he wanted, when he wanted, without fear of judgment.

The phone in his makeup desk buzzed, the vibration echoing through the marble countertop as he applied his makeup. He glanced at the screen, a smile playing on his lips at the sight of Jimin's name. He swiped to answer, the sound of his friend's excited voice filling the room. "Bitch, when are you bringing your ass here?" Jimin's laugh was infectious, and Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle.

"Almost ready, bitch," he responded, the endearment rolling off his tongue with ease. They had always had a playful banter, a dance of words that kept their friendship spicy. "I've got to look fabulous for your little shindig."

"Bitch please," Jimin scoffed, "you could roll out of bed and still outshine everyone there."

Taehyung laughed, the sound light and free. It had been too long since he'd felt this way. He applied a bold red lipstick, pressing his lips together to make sure it didn't smudge. The color was a declaration, a shout to the world that he was more than just Jungkook's boyfriend. He was Taehyung, and he had a life outside of the shadows Jungkook's gang cast.

"You're too kind," Taehyung said, smirking into the mirror. "But I'll be there soon. Don't start without me bitch."

"Oh, I never do," Jimin teased, the sound of partygoers and thumping bass in the background. "Now get your ass here bitch, I've got someone you absolutely must meet!"

The line went dead, and Taehyung felt a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. He took one last look in the mirror, the towel slipping from his waist to pool at his feet. The dress was perfect, showcasing his feminine curves in a way that made his heart race. He picked up the damp towel and threw it over his shoulder, walking out of the bathroom with a newfound confidence in his stride.

The living room was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the city outside their penthouse window. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, probably out handling gang business. That was his life now. The secret phone calls, the late nights, the bruises that always had a new story behind them. But tonight, Taehyung was going to claim a piece of his own.

He grabbed his phone and keys, slipping into the hallway as quietly as possible. The elevator ride down was a mix of nerves and excitement. The music from the lobby below grew louder with each floor, pulsing through his body. The doors dinged open, and he stepped out into the cool night air, the dress whispering against his legs as he walked to the car. The valet's eyes widened at the sight of him, but Taehyung just winked and tossed him the keys.