Taekook Oneshots

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Taehyung POV

I wake up to the soft yellow light glaring in from the curtains. I groan and rub my eyes, before reaching out to pull Jungkook into my arms. When all I find is an empty space, I whine softly and nuzzle my nose into the still somewhat warm spot, inhaling what remains of his scent.

I'm about to drift off again, when I hear the sizzling of oil on a pan, and then the smell of eggs waft into the room. My eyes widen and my stomach gurgles. He's making egg rolls.

I bumble down the stairs into the kitchen, where Jungkook is standing by the stove, a pretty pink apron tied loosely around his waist. His hair hasn't been brushed yet, so it's all curly and tousled, just the way I like it. 

"Good morning baby," I hum, curling my arms around his waist. "You look pretty today."

"You say that every day," Jungkook giggles, turning around quickly to kiss me on my cheek. "Good morning to you too."

I rest my head on his shoulder, watching as he expertly flips the egg mixture, rolling it into a perfect roll. Husband material, I think, running my fingers through his fluffy hair and placing kisses down his neck. 

"Stop that," He scolds gently. "I need to focus."

I whimper, and nuzzle deeper into his neck, unwilling to leave. He laughs and gives me another kiss.

"Sit down, or no more kisses for you today."

I quickly make a dash for a chair at the breakfast bar. From my seat, I can fully admire Jungkook in his natural, morning glory. A thin white t shirt somewhat covering most of his tanned skin, as sunlight pours in from the windows, lighting up every crevice of his flawless figure. 

Jungkook unties the apron, and places a plate of warm egg rolls in front of me. Immediately, I grab my chopsticks and stuff my mouth.

"Slow down, you'll choke," He chuckles, pulling my hand away from my face.

"No I won't," I mumble slyly, earning a slap on my arm. "I'm kidding! Kidding."

I place the last few rolls onto his plate, and dab my mouth with a napkin.

"Eat up," I urge. "There's no time to lose."

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows.

"Do we have something planned today?"

"Not exactly," I say mysteriously. "But- just hurry up. Come up the bedroom when you're done."

Without waiting for what he has to say, I rush upstairs to get my surprise ready. 

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"God, Tae, I don't know what you're up to, but it better be go-"

Jungkook comes to a stop, when he sees the transformed room. The curtains are properly drained, the only light source being amber tinted flames of candles. The scent of warm vanilla and pomegranates mingled with the sultry music playing from the speakers.

The bed was laid out with soft white towels, and scattered with rose petals. Beside it, stood a table of oils and creams and assorted glass bottles of things that smelled good. 

I pull Jungkook into my chest.

"For you, baby," I whisper huskily into his ear. "This day is about you, and you only."

He lets out a little gasp of joy, and I press a kiss to his knuckles.

"Go get undressed, my love, there's a towel in the bathroom."