in which Jungkook doesn't want to be treated like a kid, especially not by Taehyung himself

i think i'n getting worse, my writing skills and plot and ....

“Seriously, hyung. I’m eighteen now, not seventeen. I’m perfectly legal and I’ll always be.”

Jungkook sighed at the umpteenth times that night as Seokjin rambled about him following him and the others to the night club one of the staffs recommended for them to enjoy the night at without getting suspicious and being recognized by anyone.

“Yea but you had just turned eighteen for just a few months and this overgrown puppies—” Seokjin and Jungkook eyed Taehyung and Jimin running across the living room in their clubbing attire from Hoseok who’s still in his squirrel pajamas, hiding from behind the cushion and jumping over the table. “—are planning on taking you to the club already. Fantastic.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be a good thing for me to know this kinds of things, have some experiences and all?” Jungkook slipped a black leather jacket over his tank top. “Yea but you’re too early for this s, kid.” Jungkook pouts at the reference.

“I’m not a kid.” He hissed without bites and Seokjin just shrugged him off and went to retrieve his own pair of loose tops. Jungkook huffed begrudgingly but his glare of annoyance was cut off when he heard a loud painful thud from the living room and saw Hoseok laid helplessly on the ground on his front with Jimin laughing his off, crouched on the dining table and Taehyung crouched beside Hoseok while poking his side.

Jungkook smiled at the childish interactions between his three younger hyungs because and here Jin hyung thought I’m the kid.

Jungkook really hates it when people called him a kid or not fit enough to join older parties because he’s just not old enough. Though lots of people says he acts more mature than his age and looks (despite the rare occasions where his behavior even puts Taehyung and Hoseok into a mess of tired limbs), his hyungs still babied him and still ruffles his hair.

And he hates it even more when even Taehyung treats him like he’s some not-over-puberty sixteen teenage girl. Even though Taehyung doesn’t really mind him using honorifics with him, he still acts like he’s seven years old in mindset and Jungkook is so cute! and Jungkook’s a baby he can’t watch this! and all s.

Seriously, Jungkook just felt like showing who’s the kid here to the other but a part of his brain, his teenage shy self, couldn’t gather the balls to do so because he’s embarrassed, ing embarrassed.

Jungkook’s not new to these whole adult things and he knows a whole hell lot than the others, no doubt about that. But the confidence and ego of his just vanished from him unapologetically every time he wanted to prove he’s a man (a man in heart).

Into the club Jungkook could feel his adrenaline running at the sight of people on the dance floor, grinding shamelessly against each other and dancing as if they’re the only ones in the world, people taking shots at the bar and some flirting and making out at the corners.

“Like the new atmosphere, kid?” Jimin swung an arm over his shoulder that affectively shook him off of his daze and Jungkook found himself stuttering an embarrassing huh and kohl rimmed eyes wider than usual. Jimin laughed at the dense younger and the offended male blushed. He silently thanks the dimly lit neon colored space for it hid it well for him, he thinks.

“Well, enjoy while you still can cause we’ll be heading out in less than two hours because there might be people recognizing us.” Jimin smirked, eyes pointing towards a direction beside Jungkook at the back before squeezing himself into the dance floor, dragging along an exasperated and bored Yoongi.

Curious, Jungkook turned around on the stool at the bar he sat on to see Taehyung and Hoseok ordering some shots from the bartender. Jungkook flushed because he knew what Jimin meant by the eye sign and he knew damn well Jimin knew he would understood.

Taehyung’s eyes suddenly darted towards him and they had a brief intense eye contact, Taehyung’s eyes were dark and curious but something more that Jungkook couldn’t pin point.

Clearing his throat because suddenly his mind wandered towards an unwanted yet familiar thoughts and he pushed himself up from the stool, feet bringing him aimlessly around the crowds for somewhere private. The restroom sounded like a good place (if there aren’t any human beings in there) but unfortunate for him, this is his first time of being there and he’s not yet familiar with the surroundings and the stuffy heated air.

Passing by a couple each other’s faces off while covering his face to avoid the scene, he finally found the said place and sighed in relief.

Just as he’s about to go in, a familiar to heart hand gently tugged at his wrist and Jungkook snapped to his side, coming face to face to the object of his affection. “Hey, maknae. Where’re you going?” Taehyung smiled that smile that always managed to take at least half of his breath away and Jungkook found himself starting to be really hard to answer the older male.

“Errr…the restroom…?” Jungkook pointed towards the door just two feet behind him awkwardly. Taehung quirked an eyebrow at that and shoved his hands into his pockets for purchase. “Already? It hadn’t been less than ten minutes we’ve been here and you’re already going into loo? Why?”

Jungkook swallowed audibly despite the loud booming din going on around them and the cheers and screams of the occupants of the space. Taehyung smirked at the dense reaction. “Yaaa, you still had a lot to learn, maknae. You’re so cute.” He chuckled but suddenly Jungkook felt heat going through his body.

“What’s that? Is that a sarcasm?” Jungkook narrowed his eyes accusingly at the older, lips pulled into a snarl and Taehyung found himself blanking in amusement.

“No…No I’m not. It’s just that you’re cute and too dense and here you are trying to act mature enough, huh?” Jungkook’s head snapped and his fingers curled into tight fists.

“You’re mocking me, hyung.” He said, dark and angry. Taehyung narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on both of his hips in defense. “No, I’m not. I’m just saying that you’re dense and because of that people found you cute and attractive, in the positive way of course.” Taehyung attempted to laugh just to lighten up the mood but obviously Jungkook wouldn’t buy it.

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Jungkook’s hands shot up and cupped Taehyung’s face out of the blue, effectively shutting the older male up. Jungkook squeezed the poor boy’s face so hard in his hands that Taehyung’s lips puckered from the squishing and formed a fish’s face.

“I. Am. Not. Dense.” He murmured between his teeth and Taehyung stared with wide eyes at the other when Jungkook leaned closer. Jungkook jutted out his lips just when they’re inches away from Taehyung’s but he hesitated for a moment, tilting the other’s face side to side for a better angle to kiss properly.

Taehyung, too shocked at the sudden action, just froze in his spot when Jungkook decided to just screw it and finally smashed his cold lips to his warm slightly damp ones. It was brief, and innocent and so inexperienced, just a light touch to the lips and nothing more.

Jungkook pulled away as soon as he kissed the petrified boy. Taehyung blinked, and Jungkook blushed. Blushing a bit at the realization, Taehyung instinctively struck a palm across the younger’s face.

Taehyung brought a finger to touch his lips, face blank and eyes wide. Jungkook slowly cupped his own sore cheek with a pout. “Now,” Taehyung looked up at him, still in bewilderment. Jungkook looked determined as hell.

“Don’t treat me like a kid anymore.” Jungkook huffed, scratching at his cheek, unfazed by the instant slap from the other. He had expected Taehyung to react like that, all blank and shocked. But not the slap, definitely not that. And it hurts like a , especially when it was inflicted by the older himself.

Taehyung slow blinked at him. Jungkook gulped. And then the older male suddenly smirked, eyes twinkling mischievously and Jungkook wished he hadn’t done that just now.

“Fine.” Taehyung leaned closer, Jungkook leaned backwards. “Then from now on,” The older male raised both his hands and placed his palms against Jungkook’s clothed chest. “I will treat you like a grown up man.”

He pushed the unsuspecting boy backwards and the said male stumbled into the restroom along a smirking Taehyung and a click of the door.

*BONUS (i guess)*

Taehyung yawned as he dragged himself into the kitchen where Seokjin was busy making breakfast. “Morning, Tae.” The older greeted, flipping a pancake on the pan.

“Morning hyung.” The younger replied, taking out a small carton of milk from the fridge. “You didn’t got a hangover?” Seokjin asked with a raised of the eyebrow. Taehyung answered with a shake of his head, chugging down the milk in one go.

“Then why’re up so late?” Taehyung looked at him through his messy fringe and grinned lazily. “Let’s just say I had a long night.”

The oldest of the group quirked an eyebrow and was about to ask again when Taehyung suddenly hissed when his touched the stool not so gently. The younger cursed silently and brought a hand to his tailbone.

“Goddamnit. Hyung, do you have any painkillers?” Seokjin blinked curiously. “Painkillers?”

“Yea. My back and hurt like god knows how right now.” Taehyung sighed and Seokjin swore he heard him muttering a god that kid I did know he’ll go all out last night and I should have known he’s a curious hormonal teenager for god sake.

Throwing a packet of painkillers to the younger, a much groggy Jungkook walked in on the two as Taehyung was swallowing down the bitter medicine. “Hey, babe. How’s sleep?” Taehyung chirped, smirking between the glass’s tip at the blush slowly creeping up the ravenette’s face and all hints of sleepiness went whoosh in the drains.

Something clicked in Seokjin’s head and the older clasped his hands together in realization. “Ahhhh! It’s that why you two were gone when we were still in the club last night? ”

Jungkook’s blush eventually went to his collarbone by that time and a much -eating grinning Taehyung at the counter, raising a thumbs-up to him in response. “Yaaaa. How long did you guys go?” Seokjin asked, completely forgetting the pancake in the pan.

“Well, let’s see...5 hours?” Taehyung eagerly answered and Jungkook’s head snapped towards him.

“Yah!”

“How was he? Was he good?” Seokjin’s eyes widen in pure curiosity and Taehyung was more than happy to answer. The little devil he is.

"Yah, Seokjin hyung! What happened to the not letting me anywhere near underage thingy??"

“Oho you should have seen him—wait. Then again maybe not but really, for a first timer, he got some huge urges and may I say, kin—”

“Okay! That’s enough of you gossiping about other people’s life now Taehyung, get your here!” Jungkook yanked the now laughing blond up from the stool and dragged him out of the kitchen. Seokjin was left alone with a faint hearing of the two saying something about ouch yah my ’s still sore you brat!, oh it’s gonna get even more that that hyung and a it’s that an invitation I hear? and a loud slamming of the door.

not quite what i expected for it to turn out but i tried my best huhu...(i haven't checked anything after i wrote it down so i'm sorry if it's not good)