WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

one.

two years later

jungkook's pov

"baby can you pass me my shirt?" i asked my small boyfriend who was still curled up into a ball on our bed.

i smiled softly at the sight, feeling awful that i had to get to class. i hated leaving him alone in our dorm.

"here." he was quick to grab my shirt and hand it to me. he smiled up at me with sleepy eyes, waiting for me to praise and thank him.

"thank you beautiful." i pecked his soft lips gently before yanking my backpack off my desk.

i could hear him whine loudly from our bed, not wanting me to leave.

it was sadly, a daily routine of ours. i lost count of how many times i walked in late to class because of taehyung.

but i don't regret any of it.

by the time i stepped out of our dorm, i had three minutes to get to class. realizing that i would be late either way, i took my time walking, humming a familiar tune.

my phone buzzed in my hand, causing me to bring the screen close to my face.

yoongi🐱

'dude where tf are you? hurry up im alone you fucker🤬'

i smiled widely, texting him back that i was running late. nonetheless, i didn't pick up my pace, wanting to piss off yoongi even more.

it's a bro thing.