“What is that?”

“Hmm?” Taehyung hums, eyes not budging from the page he is currently in.

“This. What’s this about?” Jungkook asks, hooking his index finger to the top of the thick book in Taehyung’s hand from where he’s lying his head on his laps, legs perched up over the armrests while he has an arm s around the latter’s waist.

“The Little Prince,” the older answers shortly, flipping into another page.

“The classic child literature? Where did you get this?” Jungkook smooths his thumb across the fancy tittle imprinted over the top of the medium sized book, before going over to run it against Taehyung’s hand.

“Got it from my little cousin. He got tons of classic child literature back in Daegu so he lent me some when I asked for them,” Jungkook hums in approval, feeling bliss from the calmness of the breezy summer evening and by just watching Taehyung’s excited face as he skims through every pages, soaking up each words with great consideration.

Taehyung’s English’s getting better nowadays, having finding interest in reading literature and Shakespeare (why he’s not surprised). He even borrowed so many of them from the libraries and some of their friends (that actually paid attention to literature) they had to stock some of them up in their bedroom because their living room’s bookshelves are filled to the brim already and it wouldn’t look so pretty lining them up on their microwave, or the counter top.

(How’re we supposed to make out on these if there are books everywhere??

Jungkook, you just corrupted the sanctitude of these sacred treasures. Apologize.)

But really, Jungkook wouldn’t go that low as to be jealous of Taehyung giving most his attention to his books. ing books. Nope. Definitely nope.

“Meow,” ah, and here comes the ‘kookie monster’ (Taehyung calls it that way, saying as it reminds him of Jungkook when he used to be such a small little fat, still wobbling in his steps with his chubby cheeks, which Jungkook later retaliates by biting his neck hard), the giant furball with too long whiskers that Taehyung seldom threatens to cut off if it never wants to shower (to which it always works, Jungkook doesn’t know why), crouching down on the backrest of the sofa beside Taehyung’s ear, his bushy ear twitching ever so slightly as its bright yellow eyes stare straight into Jungkook’s soul.

“What?” he asks. It its head a bit to the side, before it straightens up, lowers its front legs and tail points upwards in a fetal position suddenly, eyes narrowed. Before Jungkook could react, it screeches out a very loud ‘Meow!!!’ before it pounces over him, wheezing the air out of his lungs when the 150 pounds of fat furball lands flat on his chest, causing Taehyung to jolts out of his reading faze and to stare blankly at them.

Jungkook begrudgingly shoots the cat the deadliest glare he muster up from the sudden assault, but it seemed like it didn’t affect it at all. This damned ungrateful cat.

“What??” he snaps, the cat casually stomps its paws over his chest, a hungry almost predatory look in its eyes and it actually reminds Jungkook of when he and Taehyung’s in bed, with Taehyung pant-less on top of him, his hands sprawled all over his broad hard chest, damp hair sticking to his face like glue, skin glistening with sweat, a lazy smirk forming his lips before parting ever so slowly when a moan—okay, enough Jungkook. This is so not the right time to be popping up an embarrassing . Deal with this little devil first.

And then it hits him. “I don’t have food right now. And your dinner’s due 7, you impatient goblin,” he says, narrowing his eyes at the same intensity as the cat is. The cat only  huffs at him (huffs, how can a cat do that??) before it stomps over his face all of a sudden, brushing its paws against his face as if it’s a ing doormat before trudging its fat away very diva-likely.

Jungkook stares blankly at the ceiling, as if not believing why destiny let him let Taehyung bear this little godforsaken creature in the first place. Taehyung, who has been watching the whole scene unfolds while gaping behind the book, bursts out laughing at the priceless look Jungkook gives out.

“I can’t believe this.”

“Oh my god—HAHAHAHA! Oh my god, your face! Your face! Haha so priceless!” Taehyung squeals/cackles, doubling over from laughing so much and Jungkook resists the urge to bite Taehyung’s nose when he gets so near to his face, obviously not appreciating the constant jolts of his knees hitting the back of his head.

“I don’t think Kookie appreciates you calling him a goblin,” Taehyung giggles, wiping a stray tear at the corner of his eyes.

“It suits it. What kind of a cat ate 2 kilos of raw fishes a day? Definitely from the jungle,” Jungkook huffs out, irritatingly wiping at his face using the hem of his sleeves.

“Says the person who ate two subways and meat loaves for breakfast every day,” Taehyung smirks, fondling with the tips of the book’s pages. Jungkook clicks his tongue before pulling hard at Taehyung’s nape downwards, planting a noisy kiss square on Taehyung’s lips.

“Eww! Kookie’s poop on your face!”

“Wait what WHERE??”

Drabble #5 – Lay Down Beside Me

“Kookie?” Taehyung calls out softly as he waddles into the kitchen, in hopes of finding the ebony haired five years old but only his mother is there, stirring something in a huge pot over the stove. He walks over towards her before tugging on her knee length-dress to gain her attention.

The lady turns around to face him, a spoon held up to her lips before her eyes narrows into crescent shapes, a wide grin tugging at the corners of her lips at the sight of her son.

“Tae,” she cooes softly before bending down, the spoon held in one hand as she carefully picks Taehyung up to her chest, nuzzling her nose affectionately against his. “What does my Tae wants, hmm? Mommy’s cooking your favorite chicken soup right now.”

“Kookie,” he answers, lightly on his index finger.

“Jungkookie? I think he’s in the living room, sweety. Wanna play with him?” a gentle nod answers her and she scoops a little of the soup from the pot, blowing softly on it before holding it to Taehyung’s lips.

“Okay, Tae taste this first and see if it’s good before finding him, yea?” Taehyung nods, sipping on the offer with his mother’s help. “Good?”

“Harrump,” she kisses him on the lips before placing him gently on the floor, and little Taehyung trudges off towards the living room.

True enough. Just when he enters the living room, Jungkook’s already sprawled on his stomach, arms crossed around his head with his face pressed against the floor, legs crossed. Taehyung huffs. Just when he thought off playing with him for a bit.

He waddles over and plops over beside him, poking at Jungkook’s chubby cheek. His messy hair is sticking at random places and Taehyung flaps his hands over them carelessly to smother them down, not caring if the rough gestures might wake the other up.

Taehyung lays his head on his crossed over arms helplessly out of boredom, face dangerously close facing Jungkook’s. He feels the younger’s warm breath fanning against his cheeks delicately and decided that it feels nice to his skin.

Just then, Jungkook’s eyes opens up and Taehyung squeaks in surprise all of a sudden. Jungkook looks at him, groggily blinking at him. They stay like that for a moment, before Taehyung nervously giggles.

“Hehe, sorry Tae woke Kookie up… Tae…” Jungkook’s still looking at him. Taehyung’s face reddens out of nowhere.

“Oh look! Mommy just called Tae! Tae will just…” Taehyung intends to get up and bolts out of there as fast as his short legs could take him, but before he could even lean over his arms, Jungkook’s left arm shots up, grabs his head and practically slams him down to the floor, eliciting a loud screech from the older at the impact against his forehead.

Without a word, Jungkook soporifically pulls him flush against his side, keeping him still in place, wraps his entire left arm around Taehyung’s head, tangles their legs together into a mess of limbs, nuzzles his face before he promptly falls back asleep in less than a second.

And poor Taehyung is left wide awake in his state with a bright red face, squished in between Jungkook’s arms and the floor (and a huge bump on his forehead to be tended to later, after Jungkook wakes up and actually lets him go).

Drabbles #6 – less

Taehyung bites his fingernail, Jungkook stifles his laugh, the speakers scream to life, Taehyung buries his face into the Pokemon plushies to muffle his whimpers, and Jungkook’s body quiver from trying so hard to cover his snickers.

It is always such an amusement to be watching Taehyung instead of the horror movie rolling in the screen of their tv, with the older hogging all the blankets and pillows for himself and almost resembles another lump of their love seat.

Jungkook just sits behind the sofa on the floor, still cackling softly while eyeing Taehyung with his cheek pressed against the soft cushion.

It’s one of the weekends where they both agreed (one-sidedly to be fair enough) that it would be the Great Halloween Marathon where Jungkook gets the movie sets and the remote control all for himself and Taehyung will just need to have his beside him all night.

(Not fair! How can I survive the whole night with a bunch of scary- bloody ladies and haunted houses?

Taehyung, I put up with all of those ty romance pun movies you forced on me for two whole weeks. I don’t have any cheese left to melt. Deal with it.

“Those are called life, moron. ”

“And my abs are an addiction for you and you know it.”

“…rude.”)

So they got this re-run of The Conjuring rolling but Taehyung is just too cute to ignore that a quarter through the movie, scared less Taehyung has already gotten all of his attention effortlessly.

The part where the priest’s wife got locked down in the basement comes around and Taehyung timidly peek from underneath the layers of blanket around him. It’s one of those nerve-wrecking moments with too dramatic soundtrack that Jungkook loves so much (and Taehyung’s expression is just so…sigh), the lady holding up a lighter to light her way in the basement from underneath the table she is hiding in, and the tension grows thicker.

Jungkook stares from the corner of his eyes at Taehyung who is looking through the cracks of his fingers, and an invisible light bulb lit up over his head as something clicks in that mischievous head of his.

Jungkook grins sadistically, already anticipating of the outcome of what he’s about to do. He slowly stands up  on his knees behind Taehyung huddled against the armrest, and raises his arms high up. Just before the shuddery ghost appeared hanging from above the table, Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s shoulders with a very obnoxiously loud ‘BWAAAAAA!!!’ that successfully had Taehyung screaming out loud in pure terror, flailing his limbs around in a fetal position, causing him to hit Jungkook everywhere on the face with his arms and legs.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung yells, gripping tightly at his chest with a very priceless look on his face, hair sticking around wildly and staring incredulously at Jungkook who’s crouching over on the floor with his forehead pressing tight against the cold tiles.

His face hurts everywhere (he thinks Taehyung might gave him a black eye from just now) but Taehyung’s face was just so hilarious that he couldn’t help but just bellow.

“Jungkook, shut up! How could you??”

“I can’t—I can’t I just can’—HAHAHAHAHAHA MOTHERE—” Jungkook rolls around, clutching on his stomach with tears streaming down his face, and Taehyung couldn’t possibly gets any redder than now. Feeling embarrassed out of his wits, in retaliation, Taehyung roars before jumping over Jungkook’s back out of the blue, causing air to wheeze out of his lungs and a loud ‘Ouff!’.

“You little ! You little er—” Taehyung curses through gritted teeth, pinching Jungkook’s cheeks (more like trying to tear them apart) hard. “You scared me less just now!”

“Clearly—Oww! Okay okay I get it you’re scared you’re angry—OWW! Okay okay I’m sorry I’M SORRY!” Jungkook successfully halts Taehyung from trying to choke him to death by gripping both of his wrists and pull him down, faces a mere centimeter away from each other.

“I’m sorry, okay? Forgive me?” Jungkook cooes, tone gentle and apologetic but mirth is clearly dancing behind the orbs of his eyes. Taehyung bites his lower lip, obviously irritated by how painfully cute yet playful the other looks at the moment. Such an idiot tease he is.

He huffs, turning his face to the side (not facing the scary bloody scene playing in the screen of the tv). Jungkook pouts, before he locks both of Taehyung’s wrist in one hand, brings them down beside him and pulls Taehyung flush on top of him, runs his hand up and down against Taehyung’s side before bringing it up to his hair, playing with the hair on his nape merrily.

“Please? Please please please?” he presses, nuzzling his nose to Taehyung’s sideburn, and he feels the muscles of the other’s cheeks tighten, probably from his trying so hard to give in. but Jungkook is determined.

Taehyung unconsciously lets out a content sigh when Jungkook presses a warm deep kiss against the corner of his eye, his body relaxing almost immediately from where he’s sprawled all over Jungkook’s front and Jungkook knows the other forgives him, a bit.

“Make me pancakes,” yup. Totally.

“At night?”

“What? Like watching horror in the middle of Friday night is ever a good time. Every time is eating time, alright?”

“I think I’ve heard that quote somewhere…”

“Malaysia.”

“Oh right.”

“…”

“Are we still going to watch or—”

“You’re so going to sleep on the couch tonight. Period.”