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#taekookau: Jungkook seems lost in thought lately, so Taehyung borrows the power of alcohol to loosen him up. He doesn't expect for Jungkook to /cry/.
"Do you have any idea how much I love you!"
"Um. Yes, I'm your boyfriend."
"No, you don't get it!" Kook wails. "I LOVE you!"

➺ fluff, hurt/comfort
➺ short
➺ i will write now, GIMME A FEW MINSSS
➺ thank u to the lovelies who provided pics 😭😭

Jungkook’s been acting weird for this past little while, and Taehyung is determined to get to the bottom of it.
Even if he has to use, uh, slightly, marginally, possibly unethical means to get what he wants:
Make Jungkook tipsy.

Now, Taehyung swears he’s not trying to be a snake! Seriously, he isn’t! He’s not going to force Jungkook to drink if he really doesn’t want to, it’s just that as his boyfriend who knows him very, very well,

Taehyung is painfully aware how hard of a time Jungkook has opening up and talking about his Feelings.
Also, that alcohol can be the key to that impossible lock of his mouth.

Or Taehyung’s own lips could be the key too, but then they’d get distracted and start doing other things, and—
Ahem. Anyway. This is all for Jungkook’s own good. That’s all, that is why he is doing this, end of story.

(It’s not even a tiny bit because Taehyung is afraid the problem lies with him, that /he’s/ the reason Jungkook is acting off. No. Surely, that can’t be the reason. Not when their three years together so far have been nothing short of magical.)
---

Jungkook has developed this habit of entering the apartment as silently as possible, sneaking his way over to Taehyung on tiptoes so he can ambush him with a back hug.

Usually, Taehyung will be listening to music, or watching a show, or burning something in the kitchen, so he won’t hear the beep of their alarm system. Then all of a sudden, there will be arms wrapping around his waist, or his neck if Taehyung’s sat on the couch,

and lips pressing to the top of his head, and he’ll jump and squeak and Jungkook will cackle as though he has accomplished something truly victorious.

If this goes on, Taehyung suspects he’ll develop some heart disease, but Jungkook’s always been a brat who absolutely revels in eliciting any sort of reaction from him, so. He supposes it’s fine, as long as Jungkook is happy.

(Maybe Taehyung likes the attention too, the effort that Jungkook goes to to surprise him each day.)
Today, however, instead of a quiet squeak, Taehyung lets out a shout. Because Jungkook has forgone the kiss to skip right to biting down on Taehyung’s neck.

“Wh—Jungkook!” Taehyung snaps, smacks blindly at his boyfriend. “Stop that!”
“Whyyy,” Jungkook grumbles, his teeth still hanging on to him. “That’s not fair, you bite me all the time!”
“’Cause it hurts!”

Jungkook’s gasp is loud and horrified as he immediately releases Taehyung and pulls away. He makes a distraught sound, staring down at his neck.

“Sorry,” Jungkook whispers, soothing the sore spot with the feather-like caress of his fingers, remorse shining in his eyes. “’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bite that hard.”

Taehyung stares at him, surprised by the almost heartbroken look on Jungkook’s face. “Wait,” he scrambles to assure him. “I—I was kidding, it didn’t hurt that much.”
“But it’s red!”
“Well, yeah. That’s what happens when you put any kind of pressure on skin. I’m fine, baby.”

But Jungkook doesn’t let up on the kicked puppy expression, his entire face drooped in dismay.
Going with the first solution that pops into his head (the best), Taehyung leans in to give him a kiss, pressing their lips together, soft, drawing Jungkook in by the waist.

It seems to brighten him up a little. He engulfs Taehyung in a hug, nuzzling against him, and Taehyung’s heart swells three times its size as he sighs and hugs him back.

“Is your work not going well lately?” he tries cautiously, because he knows this isn’t just about the biting. Something’s been off for days now.
Despite his silky tone, Jungkook immediately tenses up.
“Don’t wanna talk ‘bout it,” he mumbles.

“Okay. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” Taehyung rubs his back, and Jungkook relaxes again. “Let’s go eat dinner. I ordered chicken for you.”
“I love you.”

“I know, I’m the best. Who wouldn’t love me.”
Jungkook shoves him away, and Taehyung barks out a laugh as he trails after him with a coo.
---

They put on an episode of Running Man, one of the old ones from, like, back in 2013, just for the sake of nostalgia. Jungkook’s got his entire body wrapped around Taehyung from the back, chin hooked over his shoulder,

going “ah” occasionally when he wants to be fed a piece of sweet dried squid.
Taehyung continues to refill his soju glass and pretends that he’s doing the same for his own, but really, he’s going to stay sober tonight. He can’t comfort Jungkook if he’s drunk out of his mind too.

“Hyung,” Jungkook slurs, his breath warm against Taehyung’s ear. “MmmmmmIloveyou.”
Taehyung’s body shakes with laughter. “Okay, cutie.”
“Mmmseriousthough.”

“I love you, too, baby.” Taehyung finds one of his hands, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. “But what’s got you being so affectionate today, hmm?”
“Missedyou.”

At this, Taehyung frowns and tries to twist around, but Jungkook holds him tight with another whine, not letting him move. He gives up and settles back against his boyfriend’s chest. “We see each other every day, Kookie, we live together. I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“I know,” Jungkook says quietly. “But...miss you more when I’m havin’ a bad day. Wanna come home.”
Taehyung’s heart melts. “Oh, baby. I know how that feels. Are you sure you don’t wanna talk about it? Get it off your chest?”

Jungkook shakes his head, his pout pressed into Taehyung’s jaw. “I don’t—” he breathes out, frustrated. “Don’t wanna relive it when I get home. S’mtimes...I need a sounding board, or, I dunno, someone to rant to. But mostly, I don’t like talking ‘bout it when it’s fresh...”

“That’s okay,” Taehyung murmurs, reaching back to cards his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “Take all the time you need to process.”
They lie there in silence, simply enjoying the show and each other’s company,

and Taehyung honest-to-god is about to drift off despite his earlier conviction (since he’s certain it isn’t him that’s the problem now, and Jungkook doesn’t want to talk about it today anyway), the alcohol making him drowsy—

Until he hears a sniffle behind him.
He blinks himself back to full-consciousness, wondering if Jungkook is cold.
But then there’s another sniffle, one that sounds significantly wetter, and Taehyung’s eyes snap wide open.
He whirls around. His jaw drops open.

“Jungkook-ah, why are you crying?!” He scrambles for a tissue. “What the fuck—what’s wrong? Did work suck that bad? Oh god, what—”
“Do you have any idea how much I love you!” Jungkook suddenly cries, and Taehyung falters, the tissue box balanced precariously in his palm.

“Um, yes,” he says slowly, hoping he isn’t triggering anything. “I’m your boyfriend.”
“No, you don’t get it!” Jungkook wails. “I LOVE you!”
Taehyung stares at him. He’s speechless, and apparently Jungkook takes that as his cue to lose his shit.

“I’ve only ever been in relationships when I was a student, you know, right, hyung? Right??” Taehyung nods dumbly, his hand automatically going down to Jungkook’s thigh to squeeze it in assurance. “I didn’t live on campus but m-my ex did,

and after a long day I didn’t have the energy to go to his place and I felt bad asking him to come to mine and in school everyone’s busy with their own things going through their own struggles ’n shit, you know, hyung? Tae? Y’know what I’m talking ‘bout?”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Taehyung says. Jungkook bobs his head.
“It’s—surreal,” Jungkook gasps, hands clasped together, his eyes drifting up somewhere higher, like he’s floating away. “D’you know how good it makes me feel? When I come home exhausted and the lights are on,

your shoes are sitting by the door. I go and hug you and you groan about whatever food you’re craving today and we talk about dumb things and fun things, and like what we wanna do on the weekend.” He’s tearing up again, his cute button nose going red.

Stupidly, Taehyung feels his own eyes watering too. It’s got to be the alcohol. They’re not usually like this, they’re not.
“And I just—” Jungkook sniffs. “What if something happened to you? What would I do then?”

Taehyung fishmouths. “Wait—” he chokes out. “We were having a touching moment there, then you kill me off for no reason!”
“I’m not—I’m not /killing/ you,” Jungkook yelps,

quickly wrapping himself back around Taehyung like an oversized dog who hasn’t yet come to terms with the fact that he’s big now, no longer the puppy he used to be. “But, like, what if you get seduced by a rich guy or whatever, what would I do then!”

“Why am I so shitty in your fantasies!”
“That’s not the point, hyung!” Jungkook shouts. “The point is, I love you, you’re my angel, my light at the end of the tunnel—”
“Okay, so now /you’re/ dying.”
“Not like that!”

Taehyung bursts into laughter, finally letting go of the indignant façade to let himself melt in Jungkook’s embrace.

“You silly thing,” he murmurs, stroking Jungkook’s chest. “I’m not going anywhere. Doesn’t matter how rich or handsome or funny they are, I’ll stick with the lame, boring, broke you.”

“Wow,” Jungkook says, but he’s smiling now, just a bit. Taehyung stretches up to kiss him, and Jungkook exhales against his mouth.
“You know ’m kidding,” Taehyung mumbles. “You’re the funniest, most interesting, hottest, cutest, sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

“Hmph.”
“Maybe not the richest, but you’re rich in personality. That means way more, doesn’t it.”
“Hmph,” Jungkook repeats stubbornly. Taehyung dries his eyes for him, wiping away the stray tear or two that escaped down his cheeks.

“Dumbo,” Taehyung teases. He pecks Jungkook on the neck, still grinning from ear-to-ear. The confession may have come out of left field, but the sincerity and depth of it touched him in the core of his heart. He won’t be forgetting this anytime soon.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ve told you all your good points, it’s time to hear some of mine.”
He waits patiently, knowing Jungkook will need to gather his thoughts (even though tipsy Jungkook is always loads more eloquent than sober him, which Taehyung enjoys immensely).

When the pause goes on for too long, he looks up.
Jungkook has passed out.
---

Judging by the way Jungkook avoids his eyes as he brushes his teeth the next morning, Taehyung knows he remembers everything. He stands in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed, smirk on proud, shameless display.

“So, yesterday was interesting,” he drawls, and Jungkook promptly gags on his toothbrush. Feeling merciful, Taehyung waits for him to gargle and spit and wipe his mouth before he cocks a meaningful brow.

Jungkook clears his throat. “Yeah.”
“It was cute.”
“Shut up.”
“No, really,” Taehyung laughs. He sidles up to him, just to put his head on Jungkook’s shoulder and lean his entire body weight against his boyfriend. Jungkook doesn’t so much as budge.

“I’m...” Taehyung sighs, sobering. “I’m glad I can be here for you when you’re going through shit, baby. And you know I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know,” Jungkook interrupts in a hurry. “I do know that. I think I...” his arm finds its way around Taehyung’s middle,

and they gaze at each other in the mirror, neither of them particularly smiling, but Taehyung is nothing but content. He’s happy. He’s always happy with Jungkook.
“I think I just needed you to know how important you are to me,” Jungkook whispers.

Taehyung beams at him, and as though instinctual, Jungkook beams back, their eyes squinted tiny, cheeks high and round, the morning sun making the room glow, as warm as Taehyung feels in his heart.

“I love you, Jungkook-ah. I’d fucking go work out in a gym for you, that’s how important you are to me.”
Jungkook snorts. “Oh, really. Why aren’t you already doing that, then?”
“Because I also know you love me too much to make me do something I don’t want to do.”

The groan that’s strangled out of Jungkook’s throat sounds like that of a wounded beast. “We should compromise. Come with me three times a week. No cardio if you don’t want, since you got your li’l sweat problem. Just some weights, occasionally.”

He pauses. “And I’ll let you grope my muscles while we’re there.”
Taehyung’s head snaps up. “Wait, really?”
“Yes.” Jungkook smiles, eyes soft. “Want you to be healthy so you can live a long, long, loooooonnnnnggggggg, Queen-Elizabeth-the-Second-Long time.”

“There you go killing me off again,” Taehyung laughs, but he agrees, cupping Jungkook’s cute little face in his hands and kissing his nose. “I’m only doing it for the groping perk.”
“Oh, believe me. I know.”
“Brat.”
---

—end

literally have no idea why i randomly wrote this, i guess i was procrastinating on write my other au LMAOO
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