The Bucket List (Taekook)

Chapter Eight

"Tae, are you sure about this?" Jungkook asks for the millionth time.

The first couple of times, Taehyung found it cute the way that the younger was looking out for him. Now it's getting beyond on his nerves. He may be slightly innocent and hasn't experienced the most of life yet, but he wasn't a child.

"For the love of God, it's just a party," the older sighs.

"Yeah, but it's your first."

"Hence why it's on my fucking bucket list."

Jungkook sighs. "I know, but you've never gotten drunk or been around a bunch of drunk horny people that don't respect boundaries."

The male did have a point, but again, Taehyung wasn't five. He could handle himself.

"I'm going without you," the older decides.

"Not happening."

Taehyung grabs a pillow from his bed near where the younger is sitting and starts whacking the other with it. Not softly, but not hard enough to do too much damage.

Jungkook laughs and yanks Taehyung down on the bed with him.

The older raises an eyebrow as a mischievous expression crosses Jungkook's face.

Before he can comprehend much of anything, two large hands are tickling his sides. Laughs and squeals uncontrollably escape his mouth as he weakly tries to push the other away.

"S-s-stop," he tries to say firmly.

"W-w-what?" Jungkook teases. "I can't understand you Tae. You need to speak up."

"I'm your hyu-"

The younger finally stops and Taehyung takes advantage, pinning him down this time. Jungkook doesn't even try to conceal his smirk as he gazes up at the pretty male.

"What are you going to do to me Taehyung?" he murmurs.

The male feels his stomach turn as an unusual feeling spreads over him. Almost like a buzzing.

Honestly, Tae has no idea what he's doing. He just did it and now he's on top of Jungkook, who is looking up at him so intensely.

What does that look mean?

He clears his throat and gets off of the other quickly.

Jungkook tries to hide his disappointment. It's probably his fault for spooking Tae.

He watches the older slide a leather jacket on over his shirt and then back around to face him.

"Does this look okay?"

"It's just a party. You don't have to look so nice you know."

Taehyung shrugs. "It's just how I dress," he mumbles, glancing in the mirror at his outfit. "I can change."

"No, you look good," the younger quickly clarifies. "It's just..."

"What?"

Shit.

There's no way to explain the odd possessiveness Jungkook feels. Of course Taehyung looks good, he looks too good. Most males and females there are going to try to get into his pants. They're going to be all over him.

But Taehyung isn't his to be jealous over.

"You look great," Jungkook says softly, getting his favorite smile in return.

He lays back on the bed as Taehyung looks through his jewelry and stares up at the ceiling. Tonight won't be that eventful, right?

Jungkook wants to turn around and leave when he sees the number of people crowded into the house. He groans internally while Taehyung eagerly looks around, taking in the sight.