๋࣭ ⭑✏ˎˊ˗Chapter 11

He let his fingers trace patterns on the foggy glass door, humming softly to himself as he soaked in the moment. The hotel, the shopping, the kindness Taehyung had shown him today—it was all overwhelming, yet comforting at the same time.

Little did he know, outside in the bedroom, Taehyung was up to something.

With a lazy smirk on his lips, Taehyung stood before the wardrobe, meticulously arranging the clothes they had bought earlier. His expensive designer suits and neatly folded shirts sat on one side, while Jungkook’s new outfits—carefully chosen with him in mind—occupied the other.

But then, an idea popped into his mind.

A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes as he carefully selected an outfit for Jungkook to wear for the night. He pulled out a black silk shirt with delicate buttons and a pair of soft boxers.

That was it.

No pants.

Just the silk shirt and boxers.

A deep chuckle rumbled in Taehyung’s chest as he imagined Jungkook’s reaction. The younger was painfully shy when it came to things like this, and Taehyung was going to enjoy every second of teasing him.

The sound of the bathroom door unlocking snapped him out of his thoughts.

Jungkook emerged from the steamy bathroom, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was flushed from the heat, and tiny droplets of water trailed down his collarbone.

Taehyung leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, looking effortlessly composed.

"Here," he said, tossing the clothes onto the bed. "Wear this."

Jungkook blinked, stepping closer to inspect the outfit. His face instantly turned a deep shade of red.

"Hyung…" he stammered, eyes darting from the silk shirt to the lack of pants. "W-Where are the pants?"

Taehyung smirked. "You don’t need them."

Jungkook’s mouth fell open in shock. "B-But I can’t wear just… just this!"

Taehyung shrugged. "Why not? It’s comfortable, and we’re staying in. No one's gonna see you… except me."

Jungkook clutched the towel around his waist tighter. "T-This is too much!"

Taehyung stepped closer, tilting his head playfully. "Bunny, do you really want to disobey me?" His voice was low, teasing, and dangerously sweet.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling under Taehyung’s intense gaze. He knew arguing was pointless.

With a defeated sigh, he snatched the clothes and mumbled, "Fine…"

Taehyung chuckled to himself before heading to the bathroom to take his own shower.

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Fifteen minutes later, when he stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair, his eyes immediately found Jungkook.

And oh, what a sight it was.

The younger sat on the edge of the bed, his face burning red, fingers nervously playing with the hem of the silk shirt that was slightly oversized but still clung to his body in all the right places.

The smooth fabric glowed under the dim bedroom lights, a few buttons left undone, revealing glimpses of his collarbones and the soft skin underneath.

And then, there were his thighs.

His bare thighs.

Taehyung’s smirk widened as he approached Jungkook. He placed a hand on the younger’s shoulder, leaning down slightly.

"You look good," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.

Jungkook shivered under the sudden warmth of Taehyung’s breath near his ear. "D-Don’t tease me, hyung," he whispered.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened with amusement.

"Not teasing," he said before placing a soft kiss on Jungkook’s exposed shoulder, his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary.

Jungkook’s breath hitched.

Taehyung pulled away with a smug grin. "Just appreciating the view."

Jungkook covered his face with both hands. "H-Hyung, stop!"

Taehyung only chuckled before heading to the closet, pulling out a simple T-shirt and sweatpants for himself. Once dressed, he climbed onto the bed, lying down comfortably before tugging Jungkook closer.

Jungkook hesitated, but eventually, he let himself be pulled into Taehyung’s warmth.

"Now," Taehyung started, his voice lazy but playful, "let’s talk about dinner."

Jungkook perked up. "Oh! I think I want—"

But before he could finish, Taehyung smirked and leaned in slightly.

"Actually," he said smoothly, "I think I’d rather have you for dinner~"

Jungkook’s eyes widened, and his face turned an impossible shade of red. "H-HYUNG!"

Taehyung burst into laughter at Jungkook’s scandalized expression.

"Relax, bunny. I’m just teasing."

Jungkook pouted, crossing his arms. "You’re so mean!"

Taehyung grinned, ruffling Jungkook’s hair. "But you love it."

Jungkook huffed but didn’t deny it.

"Fine," Taehyung said, grabbing the hotel phone. "What do you actually want for dinner?"

Jungkook hesitated before mumbling, "Kimchi fried rice and beef stew… and maybe some tteokbokki?"

Taehyung nodded. "Good choice." He quickly placed the order, making sure to get extra portions just in case.

As he set the phone down, he turned back to Jungkook, who was still pouting.

"Still mad?" Taehyung asked, feigning innocence.

Jungkook turned his head away dramatically. "I don’t wanna talk to you."

Taehyung chuckled before wrapping his arms around the younger, pulling him close until their noses were nearly touching.

"Don’t be like that, bunny," he murmured, his voice lower now—softer, sweeter.

Jungkook’s resolve weakened almost instantly.

"You tease me too much," he whispered.

Taehyung hummed. "Only because you’re cute when you blush."

Jungkook bit his lip, his cheeks burning again. He wanted to argue, but he knew Taehyung always won.

So, instead, he buried his face in the older’s chest, mumbling, "I hate you…"

Taehyung smiled, pressing a light kiss to the top of Jungkook’s head.

"Liar," he whispered.

Jungkook felt his heart skip a beat.

Maybe he was a liar.

Because deep down, he knew…

He didn’t hate Taehyung at all.

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