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Jungkook sighs, and then glares, and then rolls his eyes. He feels like he’s been doing this his whole life now. But it wasn’t his fault; the people he calls his friends are really annoying, dumb and stubborn. They were the worst on earth and to this day he still wonders why they’re even friends to begin with. Who led them to this disaster ?
It has to be somewhere far away in the past, he doesn’t remember but he wishes he never once was a baby so that he would never met Hoseok (because it’s because of him if he had these friends).
Hoseok is currently laughing like a maniac, for something that isn’t even funny.
“It is funny !” He says, short of breath, his whole face red. He is a disgusting demon. Of course he doesn’t deserve heaven, look at him.
“No it’s not,” and Jungkook is NOT whining.
Jimin pipes in, looking like an angel but they all knew he’s really just a demon; if the horns on his head weren’t indicators enough.
“I hate to say this, but Hoseok here is kinda right. It is funny. Hilarious even.”
“Hey !” Says Hoseok, offended. “What the fuck, man ? I thought you were my bro.”
“I’m your boyfriend actually but that’s not important anymore.”
Jungkook wants to bang his head against the wall besides him. Hoseok and Jimin are already annoying enough on their own, but then they had to fall in love and become a couple, and now they’re even more annoying. (Jungkook wonders how they make it work in the bedroom, though, but that’s a subject for another time.)
They are bickering right now, and Jungkook is glad they forgot about the subject at hand but then, Jin, angel Jin, comes in, in the arms of his boyfriend Namjoon, “Hey Jungkook remember when you fell in love with that angel because you saw him brushing his teeth with his hair in the air ? That shit was hilarious, dude.”
This brings Jimin and Hoseok back to the conversation from where they were aggressively kissing, both laying on their sides because none of them wanted to be in the bottom (this is funny, why don’t they laugh about this instead ?), and they both pop up their heads looking like they just got out of a fight, both pointing accusatory fingers to Jungkook, who held both his hands in surrender. “See !” Jimin almost yells, “It is funny !” And then, Hoseok completes because they are scary like that, “Everyone thinks so.”
The only one who doesn’t say anything is Namjoon who is busy looking fondly at Jin who was paying 0 attention to him. Why don’t they mock Namjoon instead ?
Jungkook sighs once again. “Y all are annoying, you know that ?” He says, but it’s weak. “I didn’t fall in love with him, I just, found him cute, okay ? That’s it.” Jungkook cringes at how unconvincing he sounds to his own ears.
“Aw, baby Kookie found the love of his life. That’s so cute. Wait, who is he ?”
“If you think I’m gonna tell you, then Hell is freezing.” Namjoon is the only one who knows, and it’s perfect the way it is.
Jimin pouts, and Hoseok kisses his pout. Jungkook cringes at that.
“You guys are disgusting you know that, right ? Can’t you go one minute without kissing each other ?” Jungkook says, trying to get the attention off of him.
“Aww…” Jimin says again once he stopped pecking Hoseok’s lips. “You’re just jealous because you can’t do this with your boo and because you’re lonely and will end up alone.”
“Jimin,” Hoseok says, sternly.
“Ohh, Hoseok I love it when you try to be authoritative, it’s honestly so cute.” Is all Jimin says.
Jungkook definitely slams his head against the wall behind him this time. He can’t take it.
Jin at least has the decency to look ashamed and sorry when he looks at him. Namjoon, well, he is Namjoon. He does whatever he does. He is Jungkook’s favorite.
Ok so maybe he spoke too fast about Namjoon. He is currently in the older’s room and Namjoon is looking at him intently, like he is trying to figure out what Jungkook is doing in his room.
“This is weird,” he finally says, and why does it feel like Namjoon is analyzing him?
Jungkook nervously chuckles. “Haha... why do you say that ? Isn’t it normal to go visit friends ? In their dorms ? At college ?”
Namjoon’s eyes narrow down. “I wasn’t suspecting anything before but now you’re acting real weird.”
Fuck. It’s only Jungkook’s luck that he outs himself.
“No no I’m not.” To prove that, he tries to think of something he would normally say. “Hey let’s do pushups, now.”
“What the fuck, Jungkook.”
It isn’t even a question, just plain judgement in his voice and Jungkook feels ashamed.
Namjoon leaves to do whatever and Jungkook falls back to the older’s bed, groaning.
All this to see Namjoon’s roommate, who wasn’t even there.
Just his luck.
The next time he sees his angel (literally) he is Namjoon’s dorm again, except this time he is absolutely not prepared for this.
He lets his cereal bowl fall from his hands the moment he realized who was there. (Thank Satan Jimin and Hoseok were not there or they would not let him hear the end of it.)
It was not his fault if he was caught off guard, he wasn’t expecting him to be there, and he expected even less him to be SHIRTLESS. This can’t acceptable; no one should be this damn adorable. His tummy looks so damn soft and Jungkook only wishes to be able to blow raspberries on it one day. It looks soft, and yummy, and you can’t really blame Jungkook for having a heart boner when a man like this exists. And to top it all, he had bed hair, once again, and his eyes were wide and his mouth in a pout and who the fuck made his baby sad like that ? And who let him be this adorable ? Really not fair for people like Jungkook who only wishes to be able to go through a day without getting a heart attack every time he sees the angel because he is too cute, okay. He just wants to live normally, he is still young, dammit. He has other things to worry about.
But, that’s not the end of it.
He has to be sweet and nice. He immediately bent to pick up Jungkook’s bowl and he’s all sweet and worried when he speaks. “Are you okay ?”
Jungkook forgets how to speak for one second but then, miracle, he relearns it.
“Yes! Yes...”
Relearn it, not so much.
But Taehyung seems not to care because effortlessly and as if he had practiced this a billion time (well, he did live with Namjoon after all, clumsiest person alive) and takes the bowl to the kitchen before bringing a tissue to wipe the spilt milk. Jungkook is left frozen at his place, looking like a dumb asshole that won’t even propose to help. But ? His brain doesn’t want to work, because ? Namjoon’s roommate is literally an angel, textbook definition of an angel, so sweet and so pure and Jungkook is just so in awe in front of him. Maybe God finally did something good with His hands.
But then he remembers that the angel is an angel so he probably does not enjoy assholes, (wait, that came out sounding wrong, he takes it back, not really because he can’t) so he throws himself into action.
“Here,” he says, “I was the one who made the mess so I will clean it up, don’t worry.”
And man, Jungkook never sounded this cool before. He is so proud of himself.
The pretty boy looked at him from where he was kneeling, eyes all wide and open and fluttery and mouth slightly opened and he feels his heart break a little because holy fuck, this was not a good time to pop a boner.
“Oh it’s alright I don’t mi--“ pretty boy says but Jungkook is still in his cool mode so he insists.
“No, please, I wouldn’t want you to use your delicate hands for a task this mundane.”
Maybe he should have stayed silent for this one, but it’s okay, he can’t change it now. But the angel blushes, and it’s not very noticeable with his dark skin tone, but it is lovely and Jungkook wants to kiss his cheeks that look so fluffy and edible. He’s not a cannibal but he does love some soft bread.
“I’m Taehyung,” the angel says and it takes off guard Jungkook who wasn’t expecting the angel to initiate the conversation.
“I’m Jungkook,” says Jungkook.
“I guess you’re Namjoon’s friend ? You are here a lot,” Taehyung says.
Jungkook would blush if he could, he can feel it. This is so embarrassing. He doesn’t want to think of what Taehyung might have been calling him before in his head. Surely it must be something mortifying. Like “Namjoon’s weird friend that keeps looking at me”.
Fuck.
“Oh yeah. I am. I like his dorm.”
That’s a lie, because Namjoon’s part of the dorm is absolutely horrendous and it stinks and it’s messy. (Namjoon doesn’t sleep there most of the time so it makes this a little better. Not much though, because it’s still disgusting.
Taehyung laughs. “Well it certainly is peculiar,” Taehyung says. “At least he is a good roommate. Really nice too. I like him.”
“Oh. Yeah, I like him too. He is nice, most of the time.”
They stand in a comfortable silence, Jungkook having finished cleaning the floor, Taehyung shifting his feet. He is so adorable, why ?!
“I—“
“I—“
They both say at the same time and they chuckle. Taehyung twists a strand of his hair and puts it behind his ear, his head a little down. But his blush is still visible because he is shirtless and he can see his shoulders and chest go red.
When Taehyung notices him staring, he gets redder and he squeaks, “oh my god I am so sorry !! I forgot I was shirtless, god that must have been awkward. I’m gonna go... wear something. Hold on.”
Jungkook mourns the sight of Taehyung’s cute tummy. But maybe this is for the best.
They become sort of friends after that. Sort of because Taehyung is still calling him Namjoon’s friend and it’s a little embarrassing but for Taehyung’s laugh he is absolutely ready to endure anything.
Even his friends incessant mocks and insults. They don’t deserve him anyway.
Jungkook deserves better than them. Jungkook deserves Taehyung, is what he’s trying to come at.
Jimin is especially annoying. Jungkook would really get mad but Jimin is a demon, and it’s in his nature to be annoying. Like a mischief demon. Except much more annoying.
“Little Jungkookie is in love,” he would sing song all day, but Jungkook had learnt to tune him out. It’s not because Jimin can’t help it that Jungkook has to suffer through it, because he really might go crazy if he had to.
Seokjin is the oldest, and an angel, so he isn’t as obviously taunting. But he still is annoying and Namjoon is absolutely useless at keeping him on check.
Demons are useless, Jungkook knew. Only Taehyung, sweet and lovely angel Taehyung mattered.
He is busy breaking someone’s neck when suddenly his phone lights up and he sees Taehyung’s picture flash on the screen; Taehyung is calling him.
He looks at his left hand holding the victim’s neck and then at his other hand holding his phone.
The choice is easily made.
“Hi Taehyung,” he says sweetly and innocently, as if he hadn’t just killed ten men one second ago.
“Hi Jungkookie,” Taehyung answers.
Maybe Jungkook gets a little too excited, a little too much, at how Taehyung calls him Jungkookie so he flexes his left hand, forgetting it was holding someone’s neck.
A morbid sound comes from the poor victim’s neck and Jungkook freezes. Fuck.
“Jungkookie..?” Taehyung asks on the phone, and he sounds worried and Jungkook feels so bad. “Are you okay ? What was that sound ?”
Jungkook nervously chuckles. “Oh that ? It was nothing. Haha. I just... cracked my neck, is all. It was starting to hurt.”
“Wow... that noise was so loud. It sounded like you actually broke your neck. Are you okay though ? It must have hurt a lot. At least a little. I know you’re a big boy but you can tell me the truth you know ? I care for you.”
Jungkook inwardly groans. What did he do to deserve such a perfect friend ?
“Yeah don’t worry Taetae, you know I’m strong.” (Jungkook doesn’t see him but Taehyung swoons at that, blush high up on his cheeks.) “It didn’t hurt at all,” Jungkook says, and he thinks, I mean I wouldn’t know.
Taehyung lets out a relieved sigh and Jungkook’s heart twists in his chest because he doesn’t want to keep lying to Taehyung but he has to, for both of their sake.
“What were you calling for, baby ?”
The nickname slips out. But Jungkook likes the way it rolls off his tongue when he says it to Taehyung only.
Jungkook can hear a sharp breath intake from Taehyung’s phone. And he smirks. Glad to know he wasn’t the only one feeling something for the other.
“O-Oh euh yeah, I wanted to know if you were free ? I am currently in a cat café and I felt a little lonely, without you.”
Jungkook might join the bodies around him if this keeps on.
“Oh?” He says, acting cool but feeling uncool. “Do you want me to join you then ?”
“Yes ! Yes...” Taehyung chuckles. “Sorry, I just, I mean you’re so cool and everything and then there’s me and I was trying to ind a way to ask you out but I didn’t know how but then I didn’t have to because you guessed it and damn I am rambling I’m sorry but it’s only because I really am happy.” Taehyung says quickly without stopping to take a breath.
Jungkook’s heart does a backflip in his chest.
“Wait, you meant asking out ? As in a date ? Not just a friendly hang out ?”
Jungkook didn’t know people could deflate this quickly and this audibly.
“Oh... you thought it was just between friends... I am so sorry I went over board please don’t hate me Jungkook, I really like you.”
Taehyung sounds so sad, and it’s Jungkook’s fault. Why can’t he ever shut the fuck up ? If God was so great, then why did he give him the ability to speak ?
“No ! No, Taehyung wait, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect this. I would love for it to be a date. I’ve been trying to find a way to ask you out for a long time but I always thought you didn’t like me like that. Oh my God I am such a dumbass aren’t I?”
And it was just Jungkook’s luck to be asked out by the love of his life right after he committed murder, eleven times.
“Oh my God,” Taehyung says. “You like me too ? And you also wanted to ask me out ? Oh my God this is the best day of my life, I can’t believe it’s happening. So ? Will you come with me ? I will be waiting for you.”
Jungkook takes a look at his bloody clothes. “Yeah, of course I will come, baby. I just need to head home, take a shower, okay ? And then I will be there.”
“Oh, did I interrupt you during your work out ? Oh my God I’m so sorry Jungkook !!”
Jungkook looks around him. It wasn’t such a lie, it was a working out, in some weird morbid way.
“It’s alright, angel, don’t worry about it. I would much rather spend time with you than do this.”
This, at least, wasn’t such a lie.
“Jungkookie, I, oh my god you are such a flirt, I never realized before. Will it be worse after we start dating ?”
Jungkook starts walking, leaving the mess behind him knowing his dad would take care of it for him, and he chuckles. “Dating ? Sweetheart, aren’t you getting a little too ahead ?”
Taehyung squeaks and whines. “That’s not fair Jungkookie !”
Jungkook grins.
“See you soon, pretty boy.”
Jungkook might have taken the quickest shower in history, eager to get rid of the stink and the blood on his skin, his mind clouded by Taehyung, who was waiting for him, in a cat café, Taehyung, whom he might start dating not long after this.
He is out of the shower before the water could even get hot and he quickly puts his newest clothes, those who aren’t dirty or old and torn or stained by blood, passing his bands through his long jet black hair, sprinting out out of his room before he comes back again to put on his nose ring and lip ring because why not, and mostly because he knows Taehyung has a thing for them. (That’s hot, he thinks. And he’s not talking about—)
He choses to take his bike. Not only because it will get him there much quicker, but also because he kind of (read : a lot) wants to impress Taehyung so he takes his biggest bike, which is also his only bike because he crashed all the other ones because he wanted to feel the thrill.
Despite the wind hitting his face and his surroundings getting blurry from the sheer speed, Jungkook kind of feels like he is slow and will never be there on time for Taehyung.
Damn, since when was he this whipped ?
Maybe Jimin was right, maybe this is kind of ridiculous. But does Jungkook give a fuck ? Absolutely not.
He has Taehyung now, so nothing else really matters to him.
When he finally arrives, and he’s getting inside the shop, ready to offend everyone with his all black outfit and ready to make one certain pretty boy blush, he is reminded of how much he absolutely loathes cats, when one kitten comes to him and tries to climb him.
He was ready to throw it by shaking his leg but then he notices Taehyung looking at him with a wide smile.
For once, Jungkook will play nice. But just because of Taehyung. He doesn’t care about the kitten.
He still holds him up, as far as he can possibly stretch his arm and gets closer to Taehyung, where he drops the kitten on top of Taehyung’s lap who jumps, but then automatically takes the kitten in his arms and starts petting him.
Maybe Jungkook shouldn’t have done that.
“Hi Jungkookie !! I still can’t believe you agreed to go on a date with me!”
Taehyung says and his happiness is so contagious everyone around them is smiling fondly, looking at him.
Taehyung’s wings are widely fluttering behind him but they’re small and it’s really fucking cute, okay ?
“Yeah,” uncool Jungkook says. “I am happy you asked me out too.”
He sits on the chair in front of Taehyung.
By that time, Taehyung seemed to have attracted every single cat in the café, one even sitting and purring on top of his head, right below his halo.
It shouldn’t be this cute, especially since he hates cats so much.
So he can’t help but take a picture of Taehyung.
Taehyung blushes madly when he realizes what Jungkook did but soon he is excitedly asking to see the picture. Which Jungkook complies to, rapidly.
“Oh my God !” Taehyung says. “I am literally covered in cats ! So many cats! This is so cool.”
It physically hurts him how cute Taehyung really is.
“But it’s only this cool because my favorite bunny is with me.”
Jungkook frowns at that and he tries to look for a bunny when Taehyung laughs. “It’s you Jungkookie ! You’re a bunny. My bunny.”
Jungkook has been called a lot of things his whole life, from baby to Daddy, to Sir or Master but never, never did someone ever call him a bunny.
In other circumstances he would have gotten angry but, well. It’s Taehyung.
Instead, he smiles, and he shows his two front teeth, his eyes squint shut.
Jungkook realizes, a little late, that that was his truly happy smile.
Taehyung takes a picture too, and then proudly shows him his lock screen, which is,
The picture of Jungkook he just took ?
Fuck, Jungkook doesn’t know if he can handle this.
He groans, and holds his heart dramatically.
“Taehyung...” he starts, a solemn tone in his voice. “I don’t think we can work out anymore.”
Taehyung looks up from where he was happily staring at his new lock screen, a frown etched on his face, eyes ready to cry. “What ? Why ? Is it because I took a picture of you without asking ?” He says and he is pleading.
Jungkook interrupts him.
“You just are so damn cute sometimes, ok ? I don’t know if I can handle it.”
Taehyung slaps him on his hand.
“Idiot ! You scared me so much ! I really thought you were being serious!”
Taehyung pouts, and Jungkook feels a little bad.
“I’m sorry baby, wait, to make it up for you, I will buy you whatever you want. Okay ?”
Taehyung squints his eyes, wanting to refuse, but physically incapable of turning down any chances to be given sweet things for free. It’s scientifically proven, and it’s absolutely endearing.
Taehyung points his two indexes together and he looks at him like the pleading emoji.
“Really?” He asks. Jungkook nods. “Of course, sweetheart. Whatever your heart desires.”
“May I ask a strawberry milkshake ? And a strawberry cake ?”
Taehyung is also weirdly in love with strawberries. Something about growing up in a strawberries farm.
Jungkook shrugs. “Of course. Anything else.”
Taehyung’s eyes get impossibly wider and ever shinier. “Oh uhm, what about a kiss ?”
Act cool, Jungkook. Cool.
Jungkook stands up, pecks Taehyung on the lips, a chaste kiss. “Of course, honey.” And then he goes to buy what Taehyung asked, acting like he didn’t just realize his dream, as if nothing happened.
He had to act cool, okay ? For Taehyung.
He can hear Taehyung slowly malfunctioning behind him, and he’s so proud of what he has done. The way Taehyung turned red was... exquisite.
Come to think of it, Taehyung is just Jungkook’s little strawberry boy.
Fuck, that was too cute. He needed to change his contact name for Taehyung right now. Make an edit of a picture of Taehyung with strawberries to put it as an icon.
Wait, no. Not now. He shouldn’t act this desperate. He is cool. The epitome of Coolness. Okay ? He is also hot.
The date goes amazingly perfect. Jungkook had even forgotten about the cats, even if they were practically stuck to Taehyung’s side (which was a little annoying at first but Jungkook learnt to live with it).
They kiss again. Again and again. But only small kisses, because Taehyung was a little shy to do it in front of everyone. It didn’t matter to Jungkook, because he was happy doing whatever Taehyung was comfortable doing.
But then, when they come out, and Taehyung notices Jungkook’s bike, Taehyung initiates the kiss, and it’s not so innocent anymore. Fuck, only a few hours of dating and Jungkook was already influencing Taehyung. That was hot.
Taehyung snuggles around him, his arms around Jungkook’s thin waist, his profile against Jungkook’s broad chest.
“This is comfy,” he says, muffled because of his mouth squished against Jungkook’s muscular back.
Jungkook chuckles, “Glad you think so, honey. Now keep your arms tight around me, okay ? Don’t fall off, please. I only just got you for myself.”
Jungkook swears he can feel Taehyung’s cheek getting hotter. (He doesn’t, actually, but just let him live. Please.)
“Shut up, demon boy.” Taehyung says and Jungkook can’t take him seriously when he is talking in pouts.
“As you say, angel boy.”
Jungkook bows down to kiss Taehyung’s hand, who slaps him afterwards. “Not now, idiot.”
“Oh but I can afterwards ?”
Jungkook can feel Taehyung shrugging behind him. “Sure. Maybe not today. I want to sleep.”
“Oh,” Jungkook answers because he an idiot boy. “So you want to come back to your dorm ? Or would you want to come to mine ?”
Taehyung hums. “Oh... I wouldn’t mind taking a nap with you. And cuddles. Lots of cuddles.”
“You’re such a needy boy. You’re like a prince, my prince.”
Taehyung chuckles. “Only yours, my knight.”
Jungkook swears he can feel his heart swell with love and adoration for Taehyung at that moment.
“Only mine.” He repeats.
(When Jimin tries to annoy him the next time, Jungkook can’t even get mad. They were at Namjoon’s dorms, and Taehyung had joined them. No one knew about them, yet. Jimin kisses Hoseok, and then looks at Jungkook with a grin.
“Wish you could do that with your lover boy, don’t you ?”
Jungkook answers, “Oh, I don’t have to wish anymore.” Before Jimin asks him what he meant by that, he puts an arm around Taehyung’s waist who squeaks out of surprise and brings him closer to him before kissing him on the mouth, lewdly, grin stuck on his face, heart full of love for the boy he is kissing.)