My Delinquent|tk

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Taehyung—

"Tae, baby, wake up."

I grumbled some incoherent words, before cracking open one eye to stare at my boyfriend, blankly. "Kookie," I sighed. "We discussed this. If it's the weekend, you don't even think about waking me up before noon." Jungkook scoffed, before sitting on the edge of my bed. "I think you need to go see a doctor, since it's already been an hour past noon." I flipped my face into my pillow, and groaned. "Seriously? Wow, I didn't even notice."

Chuckling, the younger ruffled my hair, before slapping my ass. "I think you've also forgotten that today's our date." At the other's words, I immediately propped myself up on my elbows. "What? Why didn't you say that earlier?" I whined. I quickly pulled off my covers, and hopped out of my bed, only to result in falling onto the floor.

"Kookie," I pouted, as he continued to laugh, whilst helping me onto my feet. "Sorry, sorry. It was my fault anyway," he grinned, patting my hip, causing me to yelp. "I'm still sore," I mumbled, pulling at the hem of one of Jungkook's T-shirts that I was wearing. "Well, I'd be surprised if you weren't," the other responded, as he began leading me to the bathroom. "I was a little rough on you last night. But if you were me you'd understand how hard it was to hold back. You were just so damn cute." I huffed, indignantly, and turned my head to the side. "Shut up. I don't wanna hear it."

When we were in the bathroom, Jungkook did what he always does for me, and squeezed some toothpaste onto my toothbrush before giving it to me. As I brushed my teeth, the younger headed back out, to choose my outfit, since he likes it when we match. I continued to wash my face, and applied moisturizer, as I waited for the younger to join me again.

"I'm thinking I wear blue, and you wear red, so it stands out," the aforementioned proposed, walking back into the bathroom. I turned my head, to see my pair of black jeans, on one of Jungkook's arms, and my silky red shirt on his other. Grinning I reached forward for the clothes, "I don't see you wearing your outfit." Jungkook waved a dismissive hand, "I'll change in just a sec, but my baby needs extra attention right now."

I cooed at the younger's words, "you say the prettiest things don't you?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me, playfully, "only for you. Now arms up." I complied, raising up my arms, so Jungkook could pull off his T-shirt, and cast it onto the floor. He slid my legs into my jeans, before buttoning on my shirt, and tucking it into my pants. He finished dressing me, by looping a black belt around my waist, and buckling it. "There you go," the other male announced, reaching up to my fix my hair. "My beautiful boyfriend is ready."

Giggling, I lightly shoved the younger's shoulder, before stepping out of the bathroom. I rummaged around Jungkook's side of our wardrobe, and pulled out his own pair of black jeans; a silky shirt like mine, but in blue; and a black belt. When I turned around Jungkook had already stripped, displaying his wonderful muscles, and making it really hard for me to breathe. "You show off," I muttered, before stepping forward to dress him.

"At least me showing off is affecting you," the other teased. Scoffing, I finished dressing Jungkook, by fastening his belt. "Okay, you're done. Now, please escort me to that date you've been so excited to take me on." Chuckling, the younger ruffled my hair, before taking my hand, and leading us out of the dorm room. "Where are we going?" I questioned, once we got inside of the elevator. Jungkook gave me an amused look, "should I tell you? Or should I make you agonize over it, by not?" I pouted, and smacked his arm, lightly. "You know how I get when you don't tell me!"

A wide grin had overtaken the other's face, by the time we reached our floor, and I knew that he'd already decided not to tell me. "Kookie!" I whined, grasping at any last sliver of hope. I hate it whenever he tries surprising me, since it makes me antsy and my imagination always runs wild. "Please? Please, please, please? Jungkook? You're not being fair. Tell me, tell me!" I begged, as we walked out of our dorm building, and towards the parking garage. "Car? Why do we need to take a car? You don't even own one," I rambled, trying to pull at any sort of clue, indicating where the other male was taking me.