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A #taekook drabble ,
“Heyyyy you peasant!”
A very DRUNK Taehyung pointed from where he was half hanging onto Jimin, who was struggling holding him .
“Come here this instant!”
Jeongguk slowly raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry… what?” he asked, genuinely flabbergasted .
“I said,” Taehyung slurred louder, blinking with intense concentration, “serve your king!”
Beside him, Jimin looked one second away from throwing himself off the balcony.
“Taehyung,” he hissed under his breath warningly, eyes squeezed shut. “Please stop talking.”
Beside him, Jimin looked one second away from throwing himself off the balcony.
“Taehyung,” he hissed under his breath warningly, eyes squeezed shut. “Please stop talking.”
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“I’m sorry, Jeongguk hyung,” Jimin apologized quickly. “There was this after party and he drank way too much.”
“I’m sorry, Jeongguk hyung,” Jimin apologized quickly. “There was this after party and he drank way too much.”
Jeongguk sighed quietly through his nose.
To be honest , he was kinda shocked . Kim Taehyung , his beautiful husband , is never this reckless to be drunk .
To be honest , he was kinda shocked . Kim Taehyung , his beautiful husband , is never this reckless to be drunk .
“It’s okay,” Jeongguk replied, already walking toward them. “
Thank you for bringing him home safely.”
The moment Jeongguk’s hand settled around Taehyung’s waist to steady him, Taehyung gasped like he’d just been assaulted.
Thank you for bringing him home safely.”
The moment Jeongguk’s hand settled around Taehyung’s waist to steady him, Taehyung gasped like he’d just been assaulted.
“How dareeee youuuu!” he screeched, squirming dramatically in Jeongguk’s hold.
“I told you to serve me, not touch me! Take your filthy peasant hands off me immediately!”
Jeongguk’s grip only tightened before his husband could throw himself facefirst on the marble floor.
“I told you to serve me, not touch me! Take your filthy peasant hands off me immediately!”
Jeongguk’s grip only tightened before his husband could throw himself facefirst on the marble floor.
Jimin looked exhausted.
“I’m really sorry, hyung. He’s… difficult while drunk.”
Taehyung immediately pointed at Jimin accusingly.
“He’s complaining about the king ! Slander this tiny man . Execute him immediately .”
“I’m really sorry, hyung. He’s… difficult while drunk.”
Taehyung immediately pointed at Jimin accusingly.
“He’s complaining about the king ! Slander this tiny man . Execute him immediately .”
Jeongguk had to press his lips together to stop himself from laughing.
“I can handle him,” he assured. “It’s late. Go home safely.”
Jimin looked at him with the sympathy ,
“Good night , hyung .”
Then he left .
“I can handle him,” he assured. “It’s late. Go home safely.”
Jimin looked at him with the sympathy ,
“Good night , hyung .”
Then he left .
The penthouse fell quiet except for Taehyung’s offended mumbling.
Up close, Jeongguk could see the flush spread across Taehyung’s cheeks like pink watercolor across his skin. His glossy lips
pouting, silver hair falling into sleepy eyes.
Kissable . So kissable.
Up close, Jeongguk could see the flush spread across Taehyung’s cheeks like pink watercolor across his skin. His glossy lips
pouting, silver hair falling into sleepy eyes.
Kissable . So kissable.
Jeongguk looked away before his thoughts got embarrassing.
With a quiet sigh, he guided Taehyung toward the sofa.
Or at least he tried to.
Taehyung somehow managed to slide off the couch like melting jelly every three seconds.
With a quiet sigh, he guided Taehyung toward the sofa.
Or at least he tried to.
Taehyung somehow managed to slide off the couch like melting jelly every three seconds.
“Taehyung,” Jeongguk warned firmly.
Taehyung gasped so loudly.
“What— what did you just call me?” he asked in horror. “T-Taehyung?!”
Jeongguk blinked.
Taehyung gasped so loudly.
“What— what did you just call me?” he asked in horror. “T-Taehyung?!”
Jeongguk blinked.
“You pig!” Taehyung slapped a hand dramatically against his own chest. “Is this how peasants address royalty nowadays? Call me my loooord.”
Jeongguk physically turned his head away for a second because his smile was threatening to appear.
Jeongguk physically turned his head away for a second because his smile was threatening to appear.
“What?”
“My lord,” Taehyung repeated with drunken dignity. “Lord Taehyung.”
Ah.
Knowing reasoning was currently useless, Jeongguk decided to entertain himself.
“Alright then,” he replied smoothly, kneeling before him to remove his shoes.
“My lord,” Taehyung repeated with drunken dignity. “Lord Taehyung.”
Ah.
Knowing reasoning was currently useless, Jeongguk decided to entertain himself.
“Alright then,” he replied smoothly, kneeling before him to remove his shoes.
“Lord Taehyung, may I have permission to remove your shoes?”
Taehyung waved arrogantly like an emperor granting mercy.
“You may.”
Jeongguk carefully slipped off his shoes and socks while secretly observing him.
Taehyung waved arrogantly like an emperor granting mercy.
“You may.”
Jeongguk carefully slipped off his shoes and socks while secretly observing him.
The Kim Taehyung that he and the public knew was elegant , luxury brands draped over sharp shoulders, practiced smiles, polite nods, poised words measured carefully like expensive wine.
Even at home he remained composed.
Confident.
Untouchable.
Even at home he remained composed.
Confident.
Untouchable.
But this Taehyung?
This Taehyung was dramatic and loud and talking non stop , threatened the chandelier, accused a vase of staring at him disrespectfully, and demanded chicken nuggets at midnight.
Jeongguk liked this version of Taehyung he more.
This Taehyung was dramatic and loud and talking non stop , threatened the chandelier, accused a vase of staring at him disrespectfully, and demanded chicken nuggets at midnight.
Jeongguk liked this version of Taehyung he more.
He wondered if it’s drunk speaking or it’s the real him .
Before he could think further, Taehyung suddenly screeched and scooted away from him.
“What are you doing?!” he demanded suspiciously. “Don’t touch me!”
Jeongguk blinked slowly.
Before he could think further, Taehyung suddenly screeched and scooted away from him.
“What are you doing?!” he demanded suspiciously. “Don’t touch me!”
Jeongguk blinked slowly.
“…I was literally taking your socks off.”
“I’ll complain to my husband!” Taehyung threatened, poking Jeongguk’s chest weakly.
Now that made Jeongguk pause.
His lips curved despite himself.
“Oh?” he asked, entertained. “You’re married, my lord?”
“I’ll complain to my husband!” Taehyung threatened, poking Jeongguk’s chest weakly.
Now that made Jeongguk pause.
His lips curved despite himself.
“Oh?” he asked, entertained. “You’re married, my lord?”
Immediately, Taehyung’s entire face lit up.
The smile that appeared was so breathtakingly fond it almost knocked the air from Jeongguk’s lungs.
“Yes,” he giggled proudly. “To a handsome bunny.”
Jeongguk snorted.
The smile that appeared was so breathtakingly fond it almost knocked the air from Jeongguk’s lungs.
“Yes,” he giggled proudly. “To a handsome bunny.”
Jeongguk snorted.
“A bunny?”
“A big baby bunny,” Taehyung corrected seriously. “With boba eyes and muscles.”
Jeongguk stared at him.
Boba eyes?
Muscles?
What kind of description was that?
“A big baby bunny,” Taehyung corrected seriously. “With boba eyes and muscles.”
Jeongguk stared at him.
Boba eyes?
Muscles?
What kind of description was that?
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