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Taehyung nervously scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t know why Jungkook had texted him ‘emergency’ in big, capital letters, but here he was, waiting for his stupid friend. Biting his lip and looking from side to side, examining the long stretch of sidewalk, Taehyung wondered where he was.
“Tae!” A voice yelled into his ear, and Taehyung jumped, breathing out in relief once he realized the hands on his shoulders belonged to Jungkook. “Hi, hey, damn, hello so. I have a problem.”
“Kind of already knew that,” Taehyung squinted at the younger, and almost blushed back when his cheeks heated. Jungkook smirked a little, slightly sucking his lips into his mouth. “Anyway, why’d you text me? To meet you outside of a coffee shop at that. Are we going in?”
“I for sure am,” Jungkook used a finger to emphasize himself, and Taehyung raked his eyes down his friend.
Now, Jungkook was always stunning, Taehyung never failed to admit that. From his face to his clothes, to his confidence, his talent, Jungkook was flawless. God, Jungkook had been in more than one of Taehyung’s day dreams, and maybe wet dreams, because–
JEsUs WaS hE wEaRIng LeaTHeR pAnTS?
“So then why am I here?” Taehyung couldn’t help but lick his lips at how Jungkook’s thighs stretched against the fabric, and holy shit , Taehyung was having trouble breathing.
“Because I need help for my date.” Taehyung’s eyes immediately snapped back to look into Jungkook’s own, a fear he didn’t know possible tugging at his heartstrings. Jungkook looked at him nervously, nibbling on his bottom lip and making his cute dimples stand out more.
“D–date?” Taehyung cocked his head, and Jungkook nodded slightly, wringing his hands. “Oh, that’s. That’s cool. What do you need?” Taehyung looked down at those sinful pants again as Jungkook lifted and bent a foot, showing them off.
“I want to make a good first impression so I mean, would you date me in these pants?” Jungkook asked, eyes fixated on Taehyung’s expression.
Boi, I would date you regardless .
“I–I mean,” Taehyung stuttered, and good God, he had never been so nervous in his entire life. Taehyung rarely ever stuttered, always knowing what to say and taking charge of social interactions, but something about Jungkook always made Taehyung speechless. “Yeah, they’re nice pants.”
“I mean would you continue to date me if I wore these pants?” Jungkook lifted his leg even more, making his quadriceps bulge, and Taehyung willed himself to not get a raging boner in the middle of a public area. He just wanted to reach out and touch, stroke the muscle and then maybe a little further up. Jesus, Taehyung wanted to do more than just lay a hand on Jungkook, he wanted to do so much fucking more.
“They’re nice pants,” Taehyung blinked, and then looked up at Jungkook, his throat going dry.
“No, no, no, I don’t need them to be nice, would you date me in this pants,” Jungkook began to ramble. “When I see my date, I want them to think ‘holy shit, that is a cool guy, I would continue to date that guy’, I mean like, I need that sort of impression, do you think these pants will do that?”
“Um–”
“Would you have sex with me in these pants?” Jungkook suddenly asked, pulling Taehyung in, hands grabbing at his shoulders. Taehyung’s eyes blew wide at how frantic the situation had become. “I mean when you see these pants, are you tempted? Seduced? Do these pants arouse you?”
HeLL yES .
“A–are you planning to fuck on the first date?” Taehyung asked instead, but that made Jungkook let him go, hands flying to his hair instead.
“No, Hyung, answer the goddamn question!” Jungkook said frantically as if he was losing time. “Would you date me in these pants if I walked up to you and was like ‘hey, baby’ would you date me in these pants do these pants make me look fuckable would you fuck me hard and fast in these pants like hardandsofuckingfastlikehavereallypassionatesex–”
“YES!” Taehyung suddenly screamed, his heart racing a hundred miles per hour from the energy bouncing between them. God he was just so flustered, and Jungkook was panting, lips swollen and wet from how much he had been biting them and those goddamn pants–
“I would have SO much sex with you in those pants,” Taehyung’s voice climbed shrill, hands karate chopping the air in front of him, “I would have so much sex with you in those pants, out of those pants, with a condom, without a condom, I don’t fucking give a shit or a shake of a rat’s ass, I would have so much sex with you, Jeon Jungkook!” Taehyung stomped his foot down, looking down at it as his mind registered the words he had just spoken. “Oh God,” Taehyung whispered to himself, panting.
“Hey, Hyung,” Jungkook said softly, and Taehyung gulped, looking up at Jungkook with fearful eyes. But the younger just simply smiled, wider than Taehyung had ever seen him. “Come on, guess you’re coming into the coffee shop too.”
“W–what?” Taehyung squeaked, but an arm was slung around his hips.
“Our date,” Jungkook smirked to himself, smug.
“And that’s how we started dating,” Taehyung swallowed, waiting for Jimin’s reaction. His friend narrowed his head and cocked his head to a side.
“Do you think this will work on Yoongi?”