BODYGUARD | taekook

9

released: November 6, 2018– 2:40PM Central Time
rating: PG14
- crude language
word count: 1954

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super long chapter like wow! I just got rlly into it so ahh sorry

& there's a lot of grammar mistakes but im too lazy to fix anything so sorry

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To put it simply, the three didn't end up eating their lunch since Jungkook sat his ass in the passenger seat, face away from anyone who tried to communicate.

Yoongi had yelled at him for disrespecting his elders (to which Jungkook bowed humbly, mumbled an apology and looked away).

"And, you," the manager shifted his eyes to the rear view mirror, the idol now in sight.

"Why'd you walk to that restaurant alone?! I could've gotten fired or something-"

"You're worried about your job?" Jungkook spoke up. "He could've gotten kidnapped... could've been raped or murdered!

"Yet, you're worried about keeping your placement?"

Taehyung's deep, honey orbs relished the man sitting in the passenger seat- almost as if there were tiny sparks of light flickering out of his shirt. Not to mention that expression. So cold..., yet scorching. Thick eyebrows scrunched together while long eyelashes screwed into a row. Taehyung couldn't even believe how unnerved he was at the sight.

Yet how... hard. How hard he yearned.

Those plush lips that now had angry crinkles, hiding prettily arrayed teeth. That's what made Taehyung the most frustrated. Why aren't those damn things showing?!

"Sorry, Jungkook. Didn't mean it like that," Yoongi awkwardly said, unusually popping the idol out of his tantalizing trance.

"Jungkook," he snapped.

The younger hurriedly looked back, worried if he did something wrong. His beautiful lips were now parted, a pink tongue only slightly visible behind the bunny teeth.

"Yeah?" the bodyguard answered.

"You... uh...," finally catching a frog in his throat, a light, pinky blush tinted the apples of his cheeks.

"I-uh," he fidgeted. Quick! Think of something, dumbass!

"W-wanna go b-buy a d-dog?"

Immediately, the younger's eyes lightened up, his pupils were Mars's moons while his irises littered stars.

"What kind?" Jungkook excitedly asked.

It almost felt... domestic. Except, Jungkook realized soon enough that he didn't have a boy-girlfriend nor a wife. Too melancholy for his liking, Jungkook stared blankly at the excited 22 year old, giddily twitching around in his seat.

One could say that made Jungkook totally forget the whole "straight facade".

"Hey, Yoongi," he smiled, turning towards the driver.

"Go to the closest pound."

Welp, guess that worked, Taehyung sighed internally. However, he really was deeply in love with the idea of getting a dog.

Totally not another reason, too.

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"I'll be back in an hour," Yoongi called from inside the car.

"Got some uh...," he cleared his throat and smirked. "...things to do."

Then, the black SUV skirted down the unusually empty roadway.