gildedviolet
basically taehyung gets tipsy and pissed and jealous
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"Baby, hurry up! We're gonna be late!"
Ugh. Taehyung rolls his eyes while working on the final touches of his makeup. "I can't be rushed when I'm getting ready, Gukkie, you know that."
Jeongguk pokes his head from outside the door of their walk-in closet with an apologetic smile on his face, "I know baby, but we're already two hours late and if you keep being that slow, the party will be long over when we arrive."
"We're fashionably late, love. Besides," Taehyung side-eyes Jeongguk, seductively running his Chanel burgundy gloss through his plush lips, "You don't rush art."
Taehyung pushes his chair away and stands in front of his vanity mirror to inspect his makeup, making sure everything looks flawless. Ever the perfectionist, Taehyung never arrives at a party looking anything less than a perfect 10—everyone knows that. And knowing his boyfriend was still watching him from behind, Taehyung—the biggest tease and brat that Jeongguk has ever met—uses his arm as support and moves closer to the mirror, making sure Jeongguk notices the way he bends over the table a little lower than he had to.
And of course, Jeongguk notices. He trails his eyes from Taehyung's curled, blonde locks, all the way down to the exquisite curve of his spine, to the dip right before Taehyung's favorite asset—his ass. Jeongguk ignores how his knees feel weak for a few seconds as he walks over to his boyfriend, observing his curves in all the right places. When he reaches his boyfriend, he carefully places both arms on the blonde's waist, hugging him from the back.
"Taehyungie..." Jeongguk whispers, touching the tip of his nose on the shell of Taehyung's ear, making him shiver, "You're making me want you."
Taehyung bites on his lower lip and smirks, looking at Jeongguk through the mirror. "Don't you always?"
"Always." Jeongguk nuzzles Taehyung's neck, nose heavy with his boyfriend's lavender perfume, "And I want you right now, but... we have to go, baby."
Taehyung pouts, "Fine. But before we go, tell me—how do I look?"
Jeongguk observes his boyfriend through the mirror. was wearing a black tube top, high waisted skin-tight leather pants that perfectly accentuates his ass, black high heeled-boots, and a black YSL leather jacket. He made sure to match who was also wearing an all-black ensemble—black turtleneck, black ripped jeans, black Doc Martens, and of course—a matching black YSL leather jacket.
"You look perfect, baby," Jeongguk plants a soft kiss on Taehyung's neck, letting his lips linger longer than it had to. "You always do."
Taehyung flashes his boxy smile, cheeks blooming a deep red. "You look just as perfect, love, even better than I do. You know," he traces small circles on Jeongguk's muscular thighs, "it's honestly taking all of me not to drag your hot ass to the bed right now and—"
"That's enough baby, I don't want to talk about that because if we do, you know very well we'll end up just ditching the party." Jeongguk recalls the amount of times they've skipped on going to parties because they couldn't get their hands off each other while getting ready. Because honestly, who the fuck would be able to resist when your boyfriend is Kim-fucking-Taehyung? If Jeongguk could keep his hands on Taehyung all day everyday, he would—and getting ready for parties are always an excuse. Let's just say that instead of dressing up, they preferred dressing down.
"Why do we need to go to this party? I don't even wanna go."
"Because it's Sejin-ssi's party, baby. He's my dad's closest friend, he literally runs our company with my parents and I practically grew up around him, you know that. Besides, he rented the entire club so we only have to show up for two hours tops and then we can leave. I promise."
