Pacifier •jjk.kth• [Discontinued]

Chapter 9: Angry Kittens

A/n: saw you all hella shook over hyung line's ages. That's cuz they can't be 30 while having 23 year old gguk as their son. Also I gave them the dad roles because Tae and gguk's parents are supposed to play a really important role in the story which you get a glimpse of in this chapter! and I am secretly soft for them as dads uwu
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A thousand cats stared back at Jungkook, their spotted golden and green pairs of eyes unblinking, head waving to match Jungkook's movements while remaining stationary on their respective spots. Jungkook was leading them to world domination, assembling them on the vast green meadows and collecting the humble opinions of the wonderfully silent cats around the world, grinning as their whiskers twitched at his words and tails curled in appreciation.

Something wet on his forehead interrupted Jungkook from his fierce speech on cat protection and forced him to look up, eyes searching for any stray cloud that wished to literally rain on his parade but only found a sky drenched in plain blue.

The wetness on his forehead persisted. He looked at the cats gathered around him and they stared back questioningly with eyes in slits and tails swishing in a frenzy, angered at the sudden silence from their propagator.

Suddenly something tickled his nostrils and he gave out a loud sneeze such that the last thing he remembered before waking up completely startled were the cats jumping up and scurrying away from him.

A fit of giggles and a heavy weight bouncing on him wiped away any traces of his hazy dream as he looked about himself. His eyes were heavy with sleep but he could easily make out the outlines of Taehyung's body sitting on his legs. The Little seemed to be reverberating with energy and a strange sort of amusement. As much as he would have appreciated it any other time, now was not it when he could feel his neck stiffening from sleeping with his head on the armrest of the couch.

The neverending giggles in his ear drew out a groan from the ravenette as he pushed the other away and got on his feet to search for his sandals.

Last night he had accidentally discovered an assortment of the best videogames kept away behind some old books on the living room shelf. While the Little slept, Jungkook played the midnight away till he fell asleep on the couch.

He frowned at the remaining bitter taste of some half eaten Doritos and the wrinkling of his forehead alerted him about something drying there drawing him back to the reason why he had woken up. Sleepily, he reached up to brush it away and behind him the Little burst into another fit of laughter, kicking his feet up in the air and almost falling off the couch.

Out of the daze of sleep, reasoning came that there was something definitely wrong, either with the Little, himself or the both of them. When his forehead and cheeks started to itch, Jungkook shot to the bathroom but not before shooting a glare at Taehyung over his shoulder. It was the Little's doing, whatever it was.

Jungkook immediately regretted looking in the mirror. His hand flew to his chest at the mini heart attack that he suffered due to the monster staring back at him.

His face was covered in paint. Cheeks painted in yellow and blue, his nose in a bright red like that of a clown's and a fake green mustache beneath it. On his forehead was written, in strokes of black paint, a huge "TAETAE"

Jungkook almost cried. But fury took the best part as he splashed his face along with the counter with palmfuls of water and scrubbed it repetitively until his skin turned an angry red.

As his hands went back beneath the faucet to collect water, he caught the eye of the Little who was peeking from behind the door, looking smug and devoid of any remorse. That might have been what set him off as he threw a sharp glare enough to wither a newly blossomed flower.