Taekook Oneshots

-17-

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(A/N: uwu Mark. My bias is Jinyoung btw. Stan GOT7.)

Taehyung POV

Jungkook cancelled on me.

Again.

I cannot believe he cancelled on me.

Again.

And to do what?

Work out in the gym with Jimin.

Again.

I stormed into his bedroom, only to find him doing press ups on the floor, sweating profusely and surrounded by energy drinks, slimming pills or something and weights. He didn't even seem to care that I, his beloved boyfriend, was staring down at him, glaring daggers and fuming. 

"What the fuck Jeon Jungkook," I shouted. "You cancelled on me for this?" He sat up and bit his lip, genuinely ashamed. 

"Sorry, I'll make it up to you next time," He muttered, lifting a weight in his hand. God, he never stopped. He wasn't even looking at me. He wasn't even looking at me.

"Yeah right," I replied sharply, folding my arms. "You're gonna cancel again next time, I bet you."

"I won't! I promise!"

"Geez, what were you even doing with Jimin?"

"Working out!"

"Are you sure? Are you sure you weren't cheating on me with him?!"

"No hyung! I would never!"

I let out a frustrated yell before collapsing into bed. I was sick of being number 2 on his to-do list. Of being a back up activity. Just a play toy that he could put at the back of his wardrobe. Call me crazy, but it felt like he didn't love me as much anymore. Obviously, working out and looking good was more important to him than a date with me at the local zoo.

I crawled to the very top of the bed, resting my back on the headboard. Jungkook unravelled the black sports bands from his wrists, wiping his sweat onto a towel. He hesitated as he noticed my angry expression, but joined me on the bed. I wrinkled my nose and turned away. 

"Ew, you're sweaty," I giggled as he edged closer to me. "Go away. I'm trying to be mad at you."

"But can you though?" Jungkook smirked softly. "Can you stay mad at me for long?"

"I can and will," I replied haughtily, snaking away. "I am. Watch me." Jungkook sighed and retracted, curling up in a ball. For a second I thought he really gave up wooing me. I was wrong, of course. Jungkook never gave up. On anything. Born singer? More like born flirt. 

"Taehyungie," He whined, settling his hands over my stomach. "I need a hug."

"No! You're dirty!" I said, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp. "And I'm supposed to be mad at you."

He pouted, and held me even tighter, not willing to let go. I exhaled exasperatedly. When did I ever not give in to this cute fluff ball of a man. I turned around and nestled into his chest, surrendering to his embrace. Despite the faint hint of sweat, he smelt mostly like fabric softener. Why he loved fabric softener, I didn't know. He was weird like that. Why I loved him for it? I don't know. I was weird like that too.

"I'll never be able to stay mad at you for more than five minutes," I sighed. 

I twirled my fingers over his cropped, half seasoned half fried hair, trailing over his large eyes and his lips with my fingertips. I was so fucking lucky to have this guy. Half the world loved him, but he loved me. Me only. Too bad ARMY, but this boy is taken. 

"Why do you have to work out all the time?" I asked, brushing my lips over his mouth, not kissing him, but just ever so slightly brushing him. "You work out way too much anyways." Jungkook leant forward, trying to catch my lips between his teeth. I turned away just in time, grinning. He frowned.

"Hey, just let me kiss you," He muttered frustratedly. 

"Not until you tell me why you work out so much," I huffed. "It's unnecessary." 

"I just... like working out, okay?" He mumbled impatiently. Nuhuh. That was not why he worked out. No fricking way. 

"Tell me the truth," I said, rubbing my thumb over his bottom lip teasingly. "Or I won't kiss you for a full week."

"Harsh," Jungkook said, deepening his pout. "Fine. I'm getting fat. I don't like it. The fans won't like it," He rested his head on mine. "You won't like it either."

So that was why. The little bean was self conscious. As always. Thats why he worked out with Jimin. They were both the self conscious ones of the group, always worried about what people said about their bodies. And because of people's opinions, he was slipping from me. I was not going to let that happen.

"Jungkook, I won't love you less because of what you look like," I said. "You're the most beautiful, the sweetest, kindest person I know and will ever know. You're everything to me."

"But the fans-"

"The fans aren't fans if they say anything bad about you," I assured him. "They know better than to call you fat. You aren't the slightest bit. And even if you were- so what? You're still the most amazing person I know and love."

"Taehyung," He smiled. "You're perfect."

"No I'm not," I said modestly, curling my arms around his neck. "No one's perfect."

"But you are," Jungkook argued, dipping his head and staring right into my petty soul with those chocolate eyes.

"I'm not."

"Fine," He chuckled, stroking my head like a cat. "But then you're just right."

I blushed. Literally the only thing I could do whenever Jungkook was around, was blush. Blush when he complimented me, when he looked at me. Damn you Jeon Jungkook, and your pretty little everything. 

"I promise to take you out all day tomorrow, how about that?" He offered.

"You'd better. " I replied. 

"Can I get a kiss now?" He mumbled, nuzzling his nose against mine, like a puppy who wanted attention. I laughed and kissed him, with all the affection I could. He kissed back. I pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him, heart speeding out of my chest.

"Bet I can kiss better than you."

"You're on."

(A/N: was this too short? I feel like it was way too short.)