Jung ing Hoseok, Min ing Yoongi, Park ing Jimin, their names graved on their respective tombstones. That’s all what Taehyung craved for at this moment because those three trolls Imma kill them all. Why those every ed up things they did ends up with me clearing up the mess? Well, technically Seokjin hyung and Namjoon hyung are there to help but god I wanna kill them all.

Taehyung could do as much as staggering along with a very drunk Jeon Jungkook who practically slept on Taehyung’s shoulders’ as the older wrapped an arm over his lean waist to support him, one holding Jungkook’s arm draped over his shoulder.

Taehyung huffed at every step he climbs with Jungkook being heavier and heavier. Jungkook’s head side planted in his nape, heavy with sleep. Taehyung cursed. “God kid, what have you been eating? I’m taller than you—well, technically I am for one or two centimeters— but god what have you been eating?”

Totally immersed in talking—nagging at a knocked out Jungkook, his leg misplaced on one of the steps and he slipped sideway. With a shriek, Taehyung braced himself and his side slammed against the wall, Jungkook’s entire weight officially on him as Taehyung hold him tightly, afraid that the younger might roll down the stairs.

Breathing heavily at the shock, Taehyung gritted his teeth in annoyance—at his own clumsiness, his soon-to-be-blueish sore arms and the dead to the world Jungkook. Kim Taeyung, calm your ing guts down. It’s the not the maknae’s fault he’s drunk like hell. It’s not his fault that he goggled up five bottles of soju in less than 15 minutes because the hyungs challenged him. It’s not his fault to be soooo up to the challenge. It’s not his fault that he’d just turned 18 months ago and he’s opted to try new things—like getting drop dead drunk and making my life miserable!

Taehyung’s angry thoughts snapped when he felt soft hot skin, a bit chapped, brushed against his nape, hot air following suit. Quickly, Taehyung looked at his side and noticed Jungkook was practically breathing in Taehyung’s exposed neck. In a flash, all the previous angry complains going on in his head vanished and a blush crept to Taehyung’s face.

Now that he thinks of it, their positions are really…promising.

Shaking his head, Taehyung gathered all his remaining strength (his previous strength went rolling down the stairs when he almost fell backwards just now) and hoisted Jungkook so that he could hold the younger comfortably beside him. Staggering up the stairs, it felt like hours for Taehyung when he finally reached Jungkook’s bedroom while supporting Jungkook’s unbelievably heavy weight (and for the fact that Jungkook’s unconsciously kissing path down his nape to his collarbones that sent never-endings shiver to the poor older’s spine).

Practically kicking the door open, the brunet pulled the ravenette in, slammed the door shut using his sole and went to the bed. Taehyung immediately shrugged the boy off and the said male fell forward on the comfy bed, his body bounced back and the bed creaked at the impact.

Taehyung snapped his neck and back in relief at the loosed weight. Siding a hand to his nape, his felt the area warmer (way warmer) than the rest parts of his body. Fighting back another round of blush, Taehyung patted Jungkook’s calf.

“Yah, Jungkook. Get up. Change your clothes first. You stick.” He said, patting at the calf again and again. But Jungkook just continued sleeping like nothing happened, light snores filled the room. Growing impatient, Taehyung slapped his , successfully knocking the boy out of his dreamland.

“Yah, Jeon Jungkook! Wake up!”

Groaning, Jungkook groggily prompted on his elbows and turned around, annoyed heavy eyes stared back at Taehyung. “What?” He sassed, voice thick from drowsiness and from the effect of the alcohol. Taehyung scoffed. This ungrateful little—

“At least take off your clothes. Since you’re not getting in the bathroom without tripping over yourself in the process because of your condition, change out of them.” Taehyung gathered the tiniest bits of his patience because it’s not the first time Jungkook’s come home drunk and acted al sassy and y. Well, not this drunk.

Groaning again, Jungkook huffily sat upright and unceremoniously tugged at the hem of his black t-shirt and pulled upwards. Taehyung’s eyes widen at the sudden flash of prominent abs, the curve and depths of the tight skin and the strong slightly deep collarbones and he immediately turned around with tomato-colored face, biting his lip hard to contain his upcoming screams.

Jungkook and his abs and his biceps and his scowling face and bed-like hair— Taehyung almost died.

Jungkook noticed the sudden twirls and he tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowed in confusion. Despite his drunken foggy condition, he could still tell in between reality and illusions and he swore he saw the beet red face of his hyung’s face, the clenching of fists. And he smirked knowingly. Lazily, Jungkook threw his t-shirt over and it landed safely on top of Taehyung’s head before he plopped backwards on the mattress, arms spread and eyes closed.

Taehyung turned around, noting the younger had fallen fast asleep in a mere second. Huffing, he ripped the shirt away from his head and jerked hi tongue out at the kid. This rude bunny…

Stepping ahead till his knees bumped Jungkook’s legs at the edge of the bed, Taehyung leaned forward, enough for his eyes to hover over Jungkook’s face. He scrunched up his nose. “Yea, sleep you little monster. Sleep like the little devil you are, you spawn of Satan.” Taehyung jerked his tongue out at him again.

Out of the blue, two strong arms reached up at him and Taehyung found himself draped in those arms and his body fell forward, chest crushed against Jungkook’s bare chest. Taehyung shrieked when he noticed how close he is with Jungkook’s face.

“Waa—Jungkook! Y-you brat! What’re you doing—LET GO!” Taehyung tried to wiggle out of the hold but Jungkook’s arms are practically locked over him against his chest, with a ing invisible chains.

Jungkook opened his eyes and Taehyung found himself staring straight into a dark bottomless eyes of the maknae, and he blushed again. “Hyung, just admitted you like me.”

Blushing furiously for the umpteenth times already, Taehyung pursed his lips into thin lines and brought his face to the side to avoid meeting Jungkook’s lips. Their face are so so close that Taehyung could smell the remnants of the shots the younger had taken and their lips could touch in a mere second.

“Jungkook, you’re drunk! Let go of me, you !” Taehyung shrieked again when Jungkook rolled them over side to side, laughing and yelling some incoherent words but Taehyung could catch three words similar to ‘you like me’ and ‘I like you’.

“Jungkook I’m gonna kill you!” Taehyung yelled and Jungkook stopped abruptly. And Taehyung wished that the younger stopped in a more appropriate position rather than this.

Jungkook stared straight into Taehyung’s eyes, frustrating the poor boy more by every passing second. Then his cute trademark grin split his face and Taehyung wondered whether the boy is actually a bipolar but hid it well when he’s sober.

“No you won’t. Because you love me!” That had Taehyung’s whatever words stuck in his throat. He doesn’t know what to respond because how did he know?

It took him at least ten seconds to note that his chest suddenly felt heavy with the weight of Jungkook and the younger had fallen asleep on him instead with his face buried in the crook of his neck. Taehyung’s face was priceless at the moment and he was sure as hell that the members would love to blackmail him using the expression he has on right now.

At this moment, the ravenette showed no signs of waking up and sleep in a more appropriate position instead of sleeping on him. Sighing in defeat, Taehyung brought a hesitant hand upwards to tangle at the ravenette’s soft hair, one hand caressing the younger’s back in a soothing circle. Jungkook felt damn heavy on him but he couldn’t care less. Even when his chest felt like suffocating because the younger’s practically squeezing the air out of lungs or his back hurts because of the pressure.

Taehyung kissed at the younger’s nape tenderly before laying his head back comfortably. “You better not puke on me, brat.”

Taehyung swore he felt the younger smirked against his skin. The younger shifted on top of him a bit only to drape his arms around the older’s small waist and nuzzled his nose deeper into the depth of his neck and shoulder.

“You smelt nice, hyung. Like waffles.” Jungkook suddenly bit the skin and Taehyung yelped, slapping his arm afterwards. “What the flying ?? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping right now??”

Light snores answered him. Taehyung contemplates on smacking the boy awake or just let him be. Taehyung chose the latter in the end.

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Soooooo

i've decided that i'm gonna make this whole one shot thingy into somewhat a collection of taekook. sooo, yeyyy...?

haha i just thought of lots i mean LOTS of taekook so that would be a troublesome for me to write lots of one shots whereas some of them could be drabbles (like this one) so i'm making one shot in this with different plots and scenes so i hope you guys enjoy this :)

p/s : i feel bad for not updating but i'm having writers block for some reasons (i hate myself)