𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗢𝗨𝗦: kth & jjk collection

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"found you."

taehyung wanted to kiss, no— slap that smirk off his unfairly good-looking face.

taehyung's irregular heartbeat refused to calm the fuck down, and his face was starting to heat up like a (soon-to-explode) microwave.

he blinked.

"well," he cleared his throat slightly. "hi there."

"hi," the man murmured, eyes dark with something taehyung couldn't pin down.

"i-i'm taehyung," the thin male squeaked.

argh, taehyung. now is NOT the time to get comfy and be domestic and do other fluffy shit! you!! are running!! from this man!!

"jungkook." the man spoke sternly with a hint of roughness to his tone.

"now can you give me my watch?" he raised his eyebrow and leant back to reach out his hand, palm open.

taehyung fake pouted. "haha, no."
he snickered, taking advantage of the perfect opportunity to escape.

he jolted severely to the right, barely missing jungkook's grabby hands, and ran straight into the changing area, ignoring the yelps of the two female workers.

"stop!" one of them shouted, shocked at the sudden commotion. she wasn't going to lose her job on her first day!

a look of amusement invaded her worried features as jungkook held up a hand. "sorry about this," he muttered, shaking his head, then ran inside the changing area, leaving the workers frozen in place.

"umm... okay," the other girl nodded, shrugging to her friend. "as long as they don't make a mess."

jungkook bolted immediately in the direction of the "mens" section and followed the quick clicks of taehyung's shoes against the floor.

thank god jungkook took weekly trips to the gym; he wouldn't have been able to keep up otherwise. he felt his body growing hot underneath all of his heavy clothes and huffed loudly in frustration.

what was this kid, an olympic runner?

taehyung glanced back and couldn't see jungkook, yet he could hear the soft clicks of his timberlands grow louder behind him.

cursing under his breath, he increased his speed.

argh, think, taehyung, think.

he saw a stall on his right occupied, and ran quickly into the one next to it, making sure to close the door quietly. he leant forward and put his hands against the far wall to stabilize himself.

he was breathing hard for sure. his red beret slipped off his head and onto the ground with a plop, but he was too tired to care.

jungkook stood in between the two stalls, wondering which one his thief currently occupied. left? or right? he saw the shadows of the two figures reflected on the floor. suddenly, in the left stall, something red tumbled to the ground.

plop.

was that a.. beret?

bingo.

oh.. taehyung realized he um forgot to lock the door. perhaps.

jungkook barged in and immediately closed the door behind him, actually locking it this time. (he was sort of surprised that taehyung didn't lock the door. how could a thief be so stupid.)

taehyung whipped his head around to look at the intruder, his worst fears confirmed.

his back hit the wall as jungkook trapped him in between his arms, causing him to let out a light "oof."

"wha-" he stopped talking when he realized their close proximity.

aish, jungkook didn't know what personal space was. he kept on popping taehyung's bubble! that was NOT appreciated. but taehyung wasn't complaining about the view.

"well, um, hello there," he whispered, breath caught in his throat as he lost himself in jungkook's soft chocolate brown eyes.

"hi, taehyung," he replied, gaze unwavering. taehyung hated to admit that his name sounded like the most beautiful word to exist when it came from jungkook's mouth. his voice stunned taehyung, quite literally, as he was frozen, trapped beneath jungkook in this cliche kabedon.

jungkook leant forward casually, and they were now so close their noses were practically touching. he noticed some details about taehyung's features he wouldn't have noticed before, like the mole on his nose, how he had only one double eyelid, and how his long, dainty eyelashes fluttered.

jungkook's eyes must be the most captivating thing in the whole entire world, taehyung thought. they were luminescent with the dancing lights that hung above the room, contrasting the dark swirls of color drawing him in deeper.

jungkook's gaze, after it was finished inspecting every single aspect of taehyung's flawless face, drifted back down to his tinted lips, tempting him to an limitless extent.

haha, jungkook, you're married, his conscious stated matter of factly.

haha, who cares?? no one, just kiss him already, his subconscious clowned.

and that's how jungkook ended up kissing taehyung against the wall of the changing room, neither of them protesting, although this was .. um.. a very unusual situation. a thief making out with his victim in the changing room of a clothing store? not something you see everyday.

taehyung had never kissed someone so passionately and intimately before. jungkook's lips fit seemingly perfectly against his own, and they were so soft. the kiss was warm and heated with lust, maybe even something more. taehyung moved one hand to rest on jungkook's chest and his other hand up to his head of hair to grip it. jungkook dropped his hand to hold taehyung's small waist and massaged the skin beneath his shirt softly.

they were probably making out for three or so minutes when taehyung spoke.

"mm.. jungk-ook?"

he pulled his head away and panted heavily, caught his breath, then smiled slightly at the boy in front of him.

"mhm?"

"aren't you.. married?" taehyung bit his lip nervously, fumbling with the collar of jungkook's coat. this was sort of bad.

jungkook's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"maybe," he replied, then leaned back in to connect their lips again, all gucci long forgotten in taehyung's coat pocket.

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