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“Can’t I have one? Please, Jungkook?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“Hyung, it’s my last bar!”
“Yeah, but there’re two, aren’t there? Can’t you just give me one?”
“Yeah, well - “
“Please?”
“...”
“...with cherries and fudge on top?”
“Fine - ”
“Jungkook-ah, I love you, you’re an absolute - ”
“ - but you have to do something for me in return.”
“ - little shit.”
“Well, fine, if you don’t want any…”
“...I want.”
“Final answer? I’ll give you two seconds or this Twix bar is going straight to my stomach.”
“...”
“I’ll just eat them both.”
“...”
“By myself.”
“...”
“Down the hatch it goes - ”
“Fine! I’ll do it - what the heck do you want me to do this time?”
“I - ”
“I’m not doing your dirty work for you again - last time I helped you with your pranks, I almost got my eyes scratched out by Yoongi-hyung.”
“Well - ”
“And I hope you don’t ask me to do your laundry again - we both know how well that went last time. Did you go shopping yet to replace all the pink?”
“Not yet, but that’s not - ”
“And I’m not doing your homework for you either. Did you make up for the F I got you on your test last time?”
“Yeah, but hyung - ”
“Great! You know I wasn’t trying to fail you on purpose, right, Guk? You should’ve expected it though, with how crap I am at history. What were you even thinking, asking me to help you with - ”
“Hyung!”
“Yeeeeeeeees?”
“Do you want the freaking Twix bar or not because if you don’t shut up soon I swear I will chuck my history textbook at you and you know how heavy the damn thing is. IT’S GONNA HURT.”
“Zipped shut! I’ll shut up now.”
“...”
“I mean, now.”
“...”
“Wait, starting now.”
“...”
“Wait - ”
“...hyung.”
“Right.”
“Okay, I’ll give you two choices. One, you can give me a foot massage - ”
“Ugh, gross. I can smell the stench in my nose already - omigosh, get it out get it out GET IT OUT.”
“...funny, hyung.”
“Just kidding. You know I love you, Kookie!”
“...you can give me a massage, or you can...um. Uh...gimmeaklisdahsk.”
“...sorry, what was that?”
“Givmeakisdfghjl.”
“Jungkook-ah, you know how I hate mumbling - ”
“Or you can give me a kiss.”
“...”
“...”
“Oh.”
“...”
“...”
“...so?”
“Um. I don’t know if I want to do either of those things?”
“...how about we do it this way then?”
---
“Pick a side. Right or left?” Jungkook demands, holding out the Twix bar in its shiny bronze wrapper.
Taehyung pushes his tongue out, swiping over his upper lip, and he inwardly groans. The chocolate’s so close he can almost taste it. Why’s Jungkook making this so hard? He must really not want to share if he’s stooped so low as to demand kisses and foot massages. Taehyung doesn’t know how he’s expected to do either one - both sound just as equally as difficult and mortifying.
He looks longingly at the Twix bar, then up at Jungkook, whose ears and cheeks are flushing suspiciously pink, though Taehyung can’t imagine why.
“Why?”
“Just choose.”
“Hm. Left, then?”
Taehyung watches with wide eyes as Jungkook leans in toward him without a single word, eyes locked in contact with his. His face comes in closer and closer until Taehyung feels their noses brushing together, and Jungkook’s minty breath mingling with his own.
“Jungkook, what are you - ” he starts to whisper, but doesn’t get to finish. The unsaid words fizzle out and die inside him when Jungkook’s lips brush against his and his brain absolutely fries and shuts down.
---
Jungkook feels guilty.
He feels guilty as heck for enjoying this as much as he does when he basically just forced a kiss on Taehyung.
He’s about to pull away when suddenly -
Ohmig0d ohMyGOd OHmYGaWD abortabortabort what is happening what even is my life asdfghjkl -
Taehyung starts to kiss him back.
---
This isn’t as unpleasant as Taehyung thought it’d be.
Which was why he started to kiss back, surprising himself with how much he likes the feeling of Jungkook’s lips against his own.
Which might be why he feels an uncanny sense of disappointment settling deep inside him when all of a sudden, the warmth and softness of said lips are gone and Taehyung finds himself leaning in forward, as if to chase them wherever they’ve gone.
He hadn’t even realized that his eyes had been closed until he opens them to see Jungkook, sprawled a whole five feet away on the couch, holding the back of his hand against his mouth, face painted the prettiest shade of red Taehyung’s ever seen.
“W-what was that, hyung?!”
Taehyung can feel his jaw dropping as he retorts, “What do you mean, what was that? Isn’t that what I should be asking? You’re the one who kissed me all of a sudden, I was just...returning the favour?”
Realization seems to dawn on Jungkook’s face as the flustered look goes as soon as it came, though his cheeks are still tinted slightly pink. He sits back up from his spot on the couch, scooting back into his spot next to Taehyung.
“Yeah, well,” he starts. Taehyung watches, now hyperaware of Jungkook’s every move. His eyes follow as Jungkook reaches behind the pillow where the long-forgotten Twix bar had fallen, rips open the bronze packaging, takes one side of the chocolate bar, and reaches over to push it between Taehyung’s lips.
His eyes are still trained on Jungkook, chocolate dangling in his mouth, questioning look written all over his face, and Jungkook doesn’t think he’s seen anything cuter.
He knows he’s blushing again, and looks over to the other side before continuing with his explanation.
“You chose left, hyung. So the favour was that you had to kiss me. If you’d chosen the right, you’d have had to do the other one."
Now confident that his blush had faded, he looks back around to see Taehyung right in front of his face and he almost jumps back again. The chocolate bar in his mouth is between his teeth, stretched out straight, as if inviting Jungkook to bite on it, but there’s no way.
...right?
So Jungkook doesn’t move, just sits there like a statue, afraid to make the wrong move and have a restraining order against him for forcing a kiss on his friend not only once, but twice. (More if you count all the ones Jungkook’s stolen while Taehyung’s unaware, but he swears, those have only been on the forehead or cheek. He’s not that creepy. Maybe.)
Jungkook’s heart almost stops in his chest when his lack of a reaction incites a pout from Taehyung, lips curling around the chocolate bar. He tries to stop his eyes from straying to Taehyung’s lips, which are starting to get messy and brown with melted chocolate but he fails miserably.
He’s about to straight up and leave the room before he can attack Taehyung right then and there, when Taehyung, as best as he can with chocolate in his mouth, mumbles something that sounds somewhat like, “share?”
His hands come up to curl his fingers around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him in until the other end of the Twix bar is nudging against the other’s lips. Taehyung’s eyes are big and pleading and look way too innocent for the situation they’re in right now, and Jungkook positively melts on the inside.
So what else can he do?
He loosens his lips slightly to close them around the other end of the Twix bar, and he revels in the sweet, sweet taste of chocolate hitting his tongue. He usually likes to savour his sweets, every bite and crunch of the caramel and biscuit mixed in with chocolate, but knowing that Taehyung’s on the other side has him finishing the entire bar in a mere few seconds. His proximity is overwhelming all of Jungkook's senses, and when he finally reaches the other end, he finds that Taehyung’s lips, his tongue, his scent, his everything is way sweeter than any candy he’s ever had.
What ensues may or may not be the best make-out session and very possibly the hottest thing Jungkook’s ever experienced.
---
“Jungkook-ah, be honest with me.”
“What, hyung?”
“...if I’d chosen right, would you really have made me rub your stinky feet?”
“Totally.”
“Jungkook-ah.”
“Okay, maybe.”
“...”
“Fine, probably not. I would’ve kissed you either way, okay?”
“I knew it.”
“Hyung.”
“You love me too much, right?”
“Hyung.”
“Cause TaeTae’s the cutest and most lovable person in the whole world, right?”
“Hyung.”
“Kookie, admit it, you love me right?”
“Hyung!”
“Right!”
“That’s it - I’m not buying or sharing any chocolate with you anymore.”
“You filthy liar.”
“Hyung, I mean it.”
“For reals?”
“For real.”
“...I bought pepero this afternoon though? Does that mean I don’t have to share with you?”
“Wait, what?”
“I’ll just eat them all by myself then.”
“...”
“It’ll be so lonely though - I always start from the chocolate end so there’s nothing to look forward to when I get to the end.”
“...”
“Just biscuit.”
“...”
“Lonely.”
“...”
“So lonely.”
“...”
“If only there were a pair of soft lips waiting for me at the end, maybe I’d have something to look forward to rather than just the dry nothingness of plain biscuit and - ”
“I’m sorry, hyung.”
“Hm? What was that, Guk?”
“I’m sorry, hyung, I love you and I’ll never withhold chocolate from you ever again - can we please go have some pepero now?”
“I thought you’d never ask. Oh, and I love you too, Jungkook-ah!”