Jungkook: The Carrots
Yeontan turned out to be a total nuisance.
He ate twice his weight, barked at literally nothing and even pissed on Yoongi's foot once. After that, there was absolutely nothing we could do to make him like the dog and the fact that he tended on coming into the room when Yoongi and Jimin were having sex didn't help either.
He was, however, my fucking best friend.
He came barking in my room every half an hour, pulled on my sweater, insisting on bringing me somewhere until I left my room and followed him to Tae's.
He was obviously convinced we were his parents.
That ... kind of made me insanely happy.
So whoever in the group that wanted to get rid of him would have to fight me one on one. I was in love with Yeontan.
Well, I was in love with Tae, but, you know ... the dog helped.
That's how I ended up in this situation, in Tae's bedroom, only in my tight black boxers while he was not-so-subtly staring at my chest.
Taehyung quickly stood up from his bed, picking Tannie in his arms: "Oh, did he do it again? I'm so sorry, Kook."
I smiled.
"It's okay. I have nothing to do anyway."
That was not true. I had to work out at least fifteen more minutes and then work on my solo album, as well as help Hoseok with something dance related. I had literally no time to spare.
But this is Taehyung.
"Tae, listen, I-"
"Did you know that if you feed Yeontan marshmallows, he'll eat a lot of them and then puke all over," he interrupted me while playing with the puppy's fur.
"O-oh, is that so? Tae, we need to talk-"
"And he even knows how to fart."
"Well, that's good for him, but I have something to-"
"Oh," he said hurriedly, "you have something to do? It's okay, you should leave. I'll close the door this time."
And just like that, I was out the room, blinking at the wall in confusion as Tae said his goodbye.
He didn't know I was ready. He didn't even know I liked him. Did he still care?
The dog made me realize I was running out of time. I mean, Tae was beautiful as fuck and any woman or man would do anything to get him.
So in conclusion - I had to have him. Like, right now.
I did the best I could, meaning I asked my hyungs to help. That ... didn't go as planned.
I stayed out of it, trying to gain as much advice as I could.
"You mean you two weren't dating already?"
"That can't be true. What about that moans I heard from down the hall every night?"
"That was us," Namjoon raised his hand shamelessly and Jin smacked his arm, blushing.
Hoseok frowned: "Ew. Hyung, that's nasty."
"And you weren't against it when you thought it was them?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Can we get back to the point?"
"Sure. So, uh ... you should confess?"
Yoongi leaned closer: "Yeah, so listen carefully. You need to be rough, dominant and strict with him. Guys love that."
"Did Jimin fall for that?"
"Of course. We-"
"You were crying, babe," Jimin said with a small smirk while his boyfriend was blushing madly.
"Shut up," he mumbled, catching something in the other's eyes before he quietly added, "baby."
"What about something romantic? Take him for dinner, or to the movies. Buy flowers."
"Or not. He'll probably eat them."
"He wouldn't ... You're right. Don't buy flowers, got it."
Namjoon tapped his chin with a finger that wasn't busy holding Jin's hand.
"How about you make him a song?"
"I'm sure he'd love that but it isn't really our style," I said.
Hoseok chuckled.
"His style would be if you dressed up as a bunny and bought him a bouquet of carrots."
My eyes shot up at that idea, heart skipping a few beats in excitement.
"Hyung! That's a great idea!"
"It is?"
"Wait, I didn't mean a bunny like ... Playboy or something."
"I know."
"Thank god."
I rolled my eyes at him, standing up quickly, signaling them I had to go.
"Go get him, bunny," I heard them shout behind me, making me stumble to get there even faster.
15 minutes later I was richer for 34 carrots, tied up in a clumsy-looking bouquet, and I hoped to be richer for a boyfriend by the time I got rid of them.
I sneaked into Tae's room in a hurry, finding him feeding Yeontan while singing a tune from The lion king. When he noticed me, he stood up and dusted his completely clean clothes, eyeing my confused.
"Kookie," he squeaked, not because I was in his room and it bothered him but because I was supposed to have dance practice with Jimin and Hoseok which I realized just now.
I smiled nervously, wondering if he could see my legs shaking: "H-hi."
"Hey."
"Hi," I said again, making him furrow his eyebrows.
"You already said that."
"Right," I said, panicking," You're not ... busy? Are you?"
"N-"
"I can see you are not but maybe you don't want to talk to me? O-or you are busy? I can come another time if you'd like 'cuz-"
He giggled: "Kook, you're rambling."
I blushed, hanging my head low.
Would he want me like that? Stuttering, blushing, talking nonsense. I was supposed to radiate dominance, make him want to fall in my embrace and submit.
I groaned in annoyance.
How can I do this to seem determined and manly?
I took a deep breath, looking at him through my lashes. He was beautiful in that pastel pink sweater and black shorts because of which I could definitely pop a boner if I wasn't so nervous.
His silver fluffy hair was parted at the middle, bright confused eyes peeking in between as he flicked his attention between me and the carrots.
I stepped closer, bumping my shoulder against his hesitantly: "Tae ... you ... GO OUT WITH ME!"
He blinked.
"W-what?"
I blushed again.
That was certainly not a yes.
"You know, the dog," I tried again, "I-I ... he's the same one - I think - well, he's the same color if that's what ... No. Yeontan is mine. Wait, that's not what I..."
If anything, he looked even more confused.
"The day you brought Yeontan home. Y-you were crying and rocking him and hugging me. I-it was raining that day so you ... You were wearing that yellow top that shows off your bellybutton. That's the day I - wait, no, I didn't fall, I just realized, get it? 't was that way before. B-u-ut not because of your bellybutton."
I thought about that. "That's not entirely true - it was, in fact, because of it too. It looks cute."
Yeontan was giving me the look and if he wasn't a dog he would've facepalmed.
"I- well - I like you in all clothes, but I don't - yeah, I don't just like your looks. I adore how you avoid me just to hide your feelings. That sounded kinda cocky. I assure you, I didn't mean it like that. Anyway- I like your obsession with vegetables OH! Here."
I handed him the bouquet, the shyness slowly melting away as his eyes twinkled with excitement.
"They are beautiful. Thank you," he mumbled, admiring the clumsily tied carrots.
I sighed in relief.
"Y-yeah. They were hyung's idea. I-I mean Hoseok-hyung. You ... could've been confused, because I have 6. Well, I don't address Jimin my hyung. He's ... too small. A-and I'm not trying to say you're big because you're not, you're cute. I-"
"Jungkook," he suddenly stopped me, making me blush again, "can you just please say what you're trying to tell me? You're scaring me."
He touched my hand lightly and without a thought I intertwined our fingers, making him flinch. My heart sunk at his reaction so I stepped forward to hug him. After a minute of complete tension, his body finally relaxed in my arms and my heart skipped a beat as he nuzzled into my collarbone.
I sighed in comfort, pulling him closer: "I like you, Tae. I like you a lot."
He gasped.
"I like you, too."
"Also, I killed your Overwatch character."
He gasped louder.
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I'm back, babes. I had my Math's exam. It was awful.
AWFUL.
Never wanna do that again.