Little | Taekook

Twelve

'What the hell, Kim Taehyung?'

That was Taehyung's first thought when he skipped from one dream to the next, his third dream having to be a wet one. About Jungkook.

'What the hell'

There was Jungkook, between his legs, sucking and deep-throating him like it was a lollipop. Literally.

Now, Taehyung hasn't had many wet dreams before, yet about someone like Jungkook. He thought it was clearly and completely wrong for him to think of someone YOUNGER THAN HIM like this, but it wasn't like he controlled his dreams. This was some type of 'taking advantage of', right? It's not right.

Plus, the person he was dreaming about sucking his dick was literally curled up in a ball next to his unconscious body. Taehyung didn't want to think of the younger like this. Ever. Espically when he's only met the matured Jungkook once in 3 days. He needed to wake up.

Jungkook moaned around the elders length, making Taehyung groan in his sleep. He closed his eyes again as he threw his head back, cursing himself out for not waking himself up already.

'Wake the hell up, Taehyung'

He begged himself to wake up, knowing he wouldn't be able to look Jungkook in the eyes much tomorrow the more this dream continued. But the dream felt all too real as Jungkook swirled his tongue around his tip, and Taehyung opened his eyes to say something.

But then, he gagged just the slightest.

And Taehyung 100% felt it.

His dick twitched in his mouth.

Wait.

This wasn't a dream.

This was real.

Oh my god.

"Hey hey hey- what are you doing?!" Taehyung managed to say out of shock, quickly sitting up and pulling the covers up to his stomach. Jungkook looked up to Taehyung in surprise, remaining on his stomach. "What the heck?" The elder asked, no idea what was going on.

"Welp, Kwookie was bad yesterday, and so dwaddy said dat when Kwookie is bwad, he has to make it up to dwaddy." Jungkook told him, reaching for the covers to pull them off of Taehyung.

'What the actual f*ck. HE'S IN LITTLE SPACE?!'

"U-uh- no. Jungkook, you don't do that." Was all Taehyung could say. What the heck was he supposed to do in this type of situation? "You don't touch anyone down there without their permission. Tae Tae was asleep, you didn't have my permission." Taehyung choked out, looking the little in his eyes. "Bwut dwaddy never swaid dat." Jungkook mumbled out with confusion. "Kookie, sit up."

Jungkook got up from his stomach, and sat criss-crossed in front of Taehyung.

"No one is supposed to touch you there other than you. Not even if you want them to. If you don't want them to, then you have to push them away. No one can see or touch you there, espically without your permission, okay?" Taehyung explained, not having a clue in the word to do. "Bwut dwaddy-" "I know your daddy touched you there, and that's not very good. Not at all. He shouldn't have done that, epically when little Kookie's here. That wasn't good of him to do." Taehyung cut him off, now knowing it was in fact someone who did this to Jungkook.

Jungkook looked extremely confused, but Taehyung didn't know how else to put it. "So Kwookie didn' hwave Tae Tae's permission, so Kwookie did bad fwing?" Jungkook questioned, more himself, and was wondering why Taehyung's face was tinted red as well. "Yes. But you're not going to get punished, because we haven't decided a list of punishments and rewards yet. How about you go to the kitchen, and wait for me while I get changed, okay?" Taehyung suggested, abandoning this subject for now when he knew how to put his thoughts into words. "Otae...I sowwy, Tae Tae." Jungkook apologized, looking down at his lap. "I'll meet you in the kitchen for breakfast in a bit, alright?" Taehyung smiled at him, tilting his head to look at his eyes. The little nodded, and climbed off of Taehyung's bed before waddling into the kitchen.

"Holy f*cking sh*t."

Taehyung was about to get out of bed and change, when he heard Jungkook scream.

What now?

He grabbed a pair of jeans and slid his feet into them as quick as possible, and managed to pull them up over his waist as he appeared in the hallway. "What-" Jungkook bumped into Taehyung in heavy tears, and he was visually shaking from some type of fear. "Hey- what happened? Are you okay?" Taehyung asked, gently grabbing the little's cheeks and making him look him in his eyes. Jungkook only studdered out gibberish, tears streaming down his face as he clinged to Taehyung with everything he had. Taehyung's lungs felt crushed by the strength, and managed to squeeze his hands between the two to button his jeans.

"KIM TAEHYUNG WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

Jimin.

Well, crap.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Taehyung asked the younger, relaxing his hand in his hair to comfort him. "T-T-Tae T-Tae p-promised d-dat M-M-Mimin wouldn't h-hwave f-fwun wif K-Kwookie!" Jungkook cried at the broken promise, and leaked tears onto Taehyung's bare tanned chest. "Kookie, what happened?" Taehyung repeated, Jungkook's grip not letting him go anywhere.

The second Jimin appeared in the hallway, Jungkook immediately let go of Taehyung, and ran as fast as he could into the closest room- the guest room.

"What the actual f*cking hell, Kim Taehyung?" Jimin questioned with surprise, thinking his best friend would think before he had a one-night stand. "I-it's not what you think, Jimin- I swear." Taehyung told him, aware of how strange this situation looked.

"But how about a warning before you just barge into my house?"

Taehyung went up to the guest room door that was recently slammed shut, and tried to open it. Locked.

"You better explain faster than Jin's scolding, or I'm gonna say some things." Jimin threatened. "I- does it look like I have time to explain?! There's a little locked in my guest room, because you barged in and scared him off!" Taehyung told him, but quickly softening his voice to ask Jungkook to open the door.

"What?"

"Kookie, Tae Tae didn't know Mimin would be here, I'm sorry. Can you please open the door?" Taehyung asked against the door, hand on the handle just in case he heard the lock unclick. Nothing.

"Good f*cking job, Jimin."

"What are you doing?" Taehyung asked when he saw Jimin sitting on the floor criss-crossed. "Seriously, what are you doing?" He repeated. "Mimin want cwuddles." Jimin did grabby-hands up to Taehyung, looking him in the eyes with the softest look in the world.

'I'm f*cked.'