#taekookau A #taekook drabble , “Heyyyy you peasant!” A very DRUNK...

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.”
“I’m sorry, Jeongguk hyung,” Jimin apologized quickly. “There was this after party and he drank way too much.”
To be honest , he was kinda shocked . Kim Taehyung , his beautiful husband , is never this reckless to be drunk .
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.
“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’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 can handle him,” he assured. “It’s late. Go home safely.”
Jimin looked at him with the sympathy ,
“Good night , hyung .”
Then he left .
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.
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 gasped so loudly.
“What— what did you just call me?” he asked in horror. “T-Taehyung?!”
Jeongguk blinked.
Jeongguk physically turned his head away for a second because his smile was threatening to appear.
“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.
Taehyung waved arrogantly like an emperor granting mercy.
“You may.”
Jeongguk carefully slipped off his shoes and socks while secretly observing him.
Even at home he remained composed.
Confident.
Untouchable.
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.
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’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?”
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 big baby bunny,” Taehyung corrected seriously. “With boba eyes and muscles.”
Jeongguk stared at him.
Boba eyes?
Muscles?
What kind of description was that?
The irony nearly killed Jeongguk on the spot.
“How drunk are you to not recognize me, Tae?” he muttered under his breath, rubbing his forehead.
He couldn’t deny this was the most he’d heard Taehyung talk willingly in months.
After their arranged marriage, silence had become second nature between them.
Not uncomfortable silence.
Just… careful silence.
Jeongguk looked at the drunk man pouting on his couch and decided to indulge himself a little longer.
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“Like?” Taehyung repeated.Then he laughed.
“Oh,I hate him.” Taehyung muttered .
Jeongguk stilled.

