Taekook Oneshots

Crop top

"Hobi's turn!" Namjoon shouted from the opposite side of the circle.

The six boys were currently sitting in a round playing truth or dare, a game they participated in every Friday night.

"Hmm," Hobi hummed, scratching his chin while scanning the circle, deciding  who would be the next victim. Finally, his eyes landed on a petite blonde haired boy. "Taehyung, truth or dare?" Hobi asked, an evil glint in his eyes.

Now normally when Taehyung would see this look, he'd run because he probably broke something of his and wasn't prepared to die at such a young age, but not being the brightest, Taehyung looked past his evil smirk and picked dare.

Hobi's eyes widened in shock, obviously not expecting the younger to be so bold. "Okay . . . Taetae, I dare you to wear a different crop top everyday next week paired with high heels starting on Monday," Hoseok said.

"Hyung," Taehyung started, "that's not so ba-,"

"I wasn't finished," Hobi interrupted. "You have to wear a different crop top every day this week, and go to the cafe as well. But not just any cafe, no," Hobi shook his head while clicking his tongue. "You have to go to the cafe that Jeongguk works at. You know, the boy you like?" He finished, wiggling his eyebrows.

Everyone oohed in amusement while Taehyung's cheeks flared up, obvious patches of pink splashing color onto his pale skin.

"Hyung . . . Why would you do this to me?" Taehyung sighed dejectedly. "I thought we were friends! I can't do that! Cross dressing in front of my crush?! That's not okay! He's gonna think I'm some freak!" He threw his hands in the air. No way would he cross dress in front of his crush. No way.

"You picked dare Taetae," Jimin said, trying to hold in his laughter. "You have to do it."

Taehyung looked around the room for help, but no one was offering any. They couldn't wait to see the outcome of this.

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Monday

Taehyung decided to take it a bit easy on Monday, pairing the crop top with overalls to hide his flat tummy.

Normally, the boy would only wear crop tops and heels if he was going out clubbing or to a party, but not during the day.

The deal was, Taehyung would wear the outfit in public and to the cafe, if, and only if, one of his friends accompanied him each day. And they ended up lessening the number of days to six, they felt seven was too extreme.

So on Monday, Taehyung woke up bright and early at 10 a.m. and got ready.

As soon as he heard the door bell ring, he ran over and opened it, well, speed walked as he was wearing heels. He slowly opened the door to be faced with Namjoon, the first friend accompaniment.

"Daaaaaaang Taehyung, back at it again with the crop top," Namjoon practically cackled at his own joke, Taehyung keeping a straight face, unamused.

"Let's just get this over with," Taehyung said, closing the door behind him.

Walking down the streets, Taehyung got quite a few stares. Some full of appreciation for his bold fashion choice, and some full of confusion, or disgust. But Namjoon gave all the mean ones dirty looks. Pays off to have great friends.

Even though Tae was in heels, he still managed to be shorter than Namjoon. Why? He didn't know. He was actually looking forward to being taller than someone for the day. Guess his dream didn't work out.

As Namjoon opened the door to the cafe, a little bell chimed, signaling that another customer has made their way in.

They were greeted with a raven haired boy who was looking down at the counter he was currently cleaning. "Hi welcome to Peach Pink Cafe how may I hel-," he finally looked up and the rest of his words were caught in his throat as he caught a look at the beautiful specimen in front of him. He gulped, straightened out his face as if nothing happened, and finished his sentence, "Help you?"

Taehyung was visibly nervous, his right hand grasped onto his left wrist, a habit he had picked up through out the years. "Um h-hi," Taehyung stuttered. "Uh can I have a uh caramel macchiato and a-," he looked back at Namjoon and whispered, "what do you want?"

The purple haired male softly spoke his order into the blonde's ear, earning a nod in return. "And an Americano please," he finished, making eye contact with Jeongguk, the male behind the counter.

"Will that be all?" Jeongguk asked, trying to keep his eyes steady on the smaller boy's face instead of letting them trail down his body like he was so tempted to do.

"Yes," he mumbled, fidgeting with a strap on his blue overalls.

"Okay, that'll be $10.17, would you like to make a $1 donation to (insert place)?" He recited, looking down at the register and typing things in.

"No thanks," Taehyung answered, feeling guilty for not donating. But he was 19 years old! He's still trying to pay for school!

After paying and getting their coffee Namjoon looked at the receipt. "Woah," he exclaimed. "Tae, did you see this?"

"See what?" Taehyung asked, taking a sip from his hot beverage.

Namjoon slid the small piece of paper across the table. At the bottom of the receipt written in small scribbly letters read
I like your outfit :)

"Holy schist!" Taehyung whisper yelled. "He likes my outfit!"
Namjoon watched the excited boy from across the table. He had a good feeling his small friend wouldn't be so single by the end of this week.

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A/N

Do y'all want me to go on? I plan on writing the rest of the week but that's a lot of writing and I don't really want to do it if no one's interested. So let me know~💜