#whipped taehyung | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sincerelyxnini · 1 year

Text

ceo tae meets spideykoo

#taekookau

Young, rich CEO Taehyung has no time to think about self-righteous superheroes flying in the city, much less spend precious time talking to them in the dead of night.

Until spiderman falls through his office window at 3am, bruised and battered, pleading for help.

"Shit," Taehyung hisses. The hero is heavy in his arms, and definitely would've thumped to the floor had Taehyung not caught him.

Isn't it meant to be the other way around, the hero saving the innocent civilian? When Taehyung had woken up at 4am yesterday morning, he didn't think he'd still be here, almost 24 hours later, with a dazed and stumbling "mighty" hero clinging to him.

"Alright." Taehyung hauls the deadweight in his arms to his office couch. "Work with me here, Spidey."

But Spiderman just mumbles something incoherent. His head lolls to the side and drops onto Taehyung's shoulder. Then, he hiccups.

"Yeah. Thanks for that wonderful input."

Taehyung can't help his sour mood. There's two reports still pending for his approval, an extensive Excel spreadsheet he has to double check, and now there's blood on his silk dress shirt.

He sighs deeply, fighting the urge to groan when Spiderman warblers something unintelligible — all pained groans and breathy words. He coughs, thick and wet.

Taehyung dumps him on the couch. Spiderman sinks into it with an agonised exclamation of "/shit/!", and maybe the CEO feels a little bad about that.

"What happened to you?" Taehyung eyes him critically, arms crossed. There are scrapes and tears on his uniform. The hero's arms curl around his stomach, hunching in on himself in pain.

In a few minutes, Taehyung finds himself hunched over his desk, rummaging around for a first aid kit. It's so eerily quiet inside, nothing but Spiderman's anguished breaths. Despite the cool night, Taehyung feels the beginnings of sweat begin to trail down his spine.

With his painkillers and first aid kit in hand, Taehyung kneels down on the ground beside Spiderman's immobilised body. There's nothing except toned muscles and a faint trembling to his form that Taehyung can see with the suit on.

Fuck, he hopes Spiderman isn't severely wounded. His first aid kit is the size of his hand, and Taehyung doesn't know any complicated first aid in the first place.

Heroes also have some weird aversion to going to the hospital.

Honestly, Taehyung can relate. He's much rather chug down some nice, warm chicken noodle soup laced with three cans of energy drinks before stumbling to his computer in a daze of headaches, nausea, and jittery restlessness.

"Gonna take your mask off, okay?" Taehyung reaches towards his face. "I've got some painkillers. But I'll need confirmation from you, Spidey."

Finally, Spiderman mumbles out a weak, "yeah, do it. Please."

Taehyung holds back a surprised smile at the polite manners. "Here I go."

After that, hours pass in a blur. Mask off, Spiderman looks much more like a college kid than someone who has the responsibility of a whole city's safety on his shoulders. Quite pretty, if you ask Taehyung.

But you probably shouldn't, because he'll most likely roll his eyes, grumble, and /deny/ that Spiderman's long, fluttering lashes and flushed cheeks, his petal lips and strong nose, his angular jaw, sharp brows, and wide bambi eyes are absolutely /not/ endearing, nor attractive. And if Taehyung stared at him for longer than necessary under the dim, fluorescent wash of the city's 3am lights filtering through his window, it's because he was looking for any more wounds to clean.

When the painkillers seem to kick in, and Spiderman's whimpering descends into ragged breaths, Taehyung stands up and finds the spare pair of dress shirt and pants he keeps. (A precaution, really. He's had more than his fair share of spilled coffees and burst pens).

"When you're ready, change into these. I'll leave the first aid kit for you here if you want to clean yourself up a little more. The couch is yours for tonight." At Spiderman's widened, panicked eyes, Taehyung huffs out a laugh. "I'm not going. Just gonna make myself some coffee, then I'll come back, yeah?"

Spiderman relaxes, eyes fluttering tiredly, and nods.

"I'll bring you some water as well."

With that, Taehyung is up and striding out of the office. He stops by the bathroom, stares at himself and the splatters of blood on his shirt in the mirror, asks himself what he's doing.

His reflection stares back at him. /What the fuck /are/ you doing?/

Taehyung hangs his head and lets out a sardonic laugh. He doesn't know.

But that's his problem to think about tomorrow, when he's got a raging migraine, chicken noodle soup, and more work to distract him.

When he comes back to his office with a mug of coffee, a water bottle, and a spare blanket from the staff room, Spiderman has already changed into the spare clothes. In a heap by the couch lies his tattered suit.

Spiderman's eyes are on him the second he steps foot inside. It's quite charming, the way his dark gaze twinkles with curiosity, even under the low lights.

"Spidey, catch." Taehyung throws the water bottle. Probably not the best move to chuck a full, hefty water bottle at an injured man's head, but Spiderman catches it easily, even if he winces harshly. Taehyung shoots him an apologetic look. "Shit, sorry."

Spiderman just shrugs before downing the water in cyclic bursts of desperate drinking and heavy breaths. Taehyung watches on, a little concerned, as Spiderman finishes the bottle within minutes.

"Impressive."

"Thank you." /Oh/, there's Spiderman's voice. It's smooth, definitely young enough for college. He peers up at Taehyung. "Really, for everything."

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow. "You're welcome. Here's a blanket. Sleep on the couch if you need to." He strides over this time and hands the blanket to the hero. "I'll just be working for a bit more."

Spiderman takes the soft blanket with a frown. "Working now?"

Taehyung shrugs. "Yeah."

"But it's 3 am. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Taehyung can't help but let the corners of his lip quirks up. "/You're/ the injured one here. Worry about yourself first. I'll be fine."

No, he most likely won't be. Maybe he'll pull another 48 hours without sleep.

"...Alright."

"I'll keep the lights off." Taehyung walks back over to his chair and settles in behind the desk. "Just sleep, Spidey."

Spiderman slowly settles more comfortably on the couch. He drapes the blanket over himself and peeks out at Taehyung over the top. Taehyung thinks he looks like a burrito of softness with two sparkly doe eyes.

"Good night."

How sweet. Taehyung turns back to his computers and documents to hide his grin. "Good night. Sleep well."

—-

Taehyung wakes up the next morning, face planted into the hard wood of his desk. He feels like shit; head cloudy, mouth dry, eyes burning.

He squints at the bright sunlight piercing the room.

But There's the faint aroma of… something in the air. Taehyung's mind clears a little more. Tea? And… a pastry?

Eyes opening a little more, he lifts his head up, only to find a warm mug of tea in a takeaway cup and a croissant on a saucer. There's a note behind it, too.

Taehyung picks it up and forces his sleepy mind to make sense of the small scribbles.

/Thank you for last night. I didn't want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. I'll repay you for everything over the coming days, I promise. I hope you enjoy your breakfast ^^

~ Spiderman./

Taehyung stares at it. Then, his eyes move back to the tea and croissants.

He doesn’t know what the hell is happening. Doesn’t know what the hell /just/ happened for him to suddenly get the attention of one of the city’s most revered superheroes.

The only thing he knows, with reluctant dread, is that things are about to change for his perfect (overworked, stressful) life. Something in the shape of a young man with doe eyes and a tendency to barge in his life and make him question everything he knows.

Taehyung sighs. Well, this is going to be interesting.

—-

He starts getting gifts. Flowers, breakfast, lunch, late dinners. Small notes with flowery writing and small doodles, little decorative statues for his desk, expensive jewelry in chanel boxes.

So much that the rumour of his "secret admirer" has spread through his office like wildfire.

None of them know about the little signature that accompanies every bunch of gifts: a little spider, with the loopy signature of 'Spidey'.

Every single time, he regards the presents with something akin to indifference before reluctantly moving to accept it. He’s a CEO with all the money of the world in his hands. He doesn’t truly need some takeaway lunch that’s undoubtedly from a street vendor, nor another bouquet of flowers to add to his endless pile.

(But that’s only when someone is inside the office with him. When he’s alone, Taehyung likes to take his time staring at the endearing little presents in awe; smelling every flower, savouring the warm food, biting his lip in vain before the uncontrollable smile blooms out because /holy shit, it feels nice to have someone do something so caring and thoughtful/.)

"Ah, Kim Taehyung." His helmet whirs back to reveal a gorgeous, dimpled face underneath. "My name is Kim Namjoon. Or, you may know me more as Iron Man."

"Iron Man." Taehyung walks over to his desk. Shuffles his papers like this is just a normal business meeting. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to thank you for helping Jeo— Spiderman."

Taehyung blinks. Was this another gift of some sorts? "You're welcome."

"He also wanted to ask if you've been enjoying his gifts."

Ah. Taehyung's lips quirk up into a smile. The lingering taste of Spiderman's gifted chamomile tea from this morning still rests on his tongue. It was too watery, really, and with too much sugar. But the note had said that he’d made it himself, so Taehyung instantly loved it. (But no one’s ever going to know that). "Please tell him that I'd rather answer that personally, face to face. He doesn't need to book a schedule, just crawl in through the window like he did that other night."

“Ah, yes. That night.” At that, Namjoon looks a little apologetic. "I admit, that wasn't the best way to ask for help."

"Not really."

"But it worked."

"Surprisingly."

Namjoon coughs stiffly. "I'll talk to him."

Taehyung wants to laugh at how Namjoon keeps looking more and more awkward by the second, but he maintains his poker face. The city's saving grace, fidgeting around Taehyung's office in his hulking, metallic suit, floundering for words.

Maybe superheroes aren't as robotic or ass-tight and self-righteous as he thought.

Spiderman's doe eyes, wide and curious and glimmering and thankful, flash in his mind.

Maybe.

Taehyung cocks his head. "So…"

"Right. I'll, uh, I'll take my leave now."

"Okay—"

Namjoon strides over to his opened window and clambers out. For one heart-stopping moment, he just tips out and Taehyung catches a flash of flailing arms and a small squeak.

Then, there's a high-pitched revving sound, and suddenly Iron Man shoots up into the sky, flying for the horizon.

Do superheroes have some weird aversion to doors, too?

Taehyung stares blankly for a moment. What has his life come to? Truly, he has no idea.

Then, he looks back down at his papers. A rose petal lies between the pages.

(And he smiles softly).

—-

Spiderman doesn't come in a flashy red suit this time around.

Instead, it's a messy-haired college boy in a paint-splattered hoodie and ripped jeans clambering in through his skyscraper office window. One with tattoos curling up one forearm, continuing behind the pushed-up sleeves of the jacket, and piercings decorating his ears, one on his eyebrow. His combat boots thump heavily against Taehyung's carpeted floor a second later.

"You look better."

Taehyung's words bring a deeper flush to Spiderman's face. "Thank you.” Spiderman says it with a small stutter, like he didn’t expect such a comment.

"Can I help you with anything at this wonderful business time of 2:32 am?"

Spiderman's eyes widen. "Is it too late? I just finished a project, and you stayed up at this hour last time, so I thought—"

"Relax," Taehyung drawls, "I was joking, Spidey."

Spiderman blinks. "Jeongguk. My name is Jeon Jeongguk."

"Huh." Taehyung cocks his head. Watches the way Jeongguk's eyes rove around his room, undoubtedly seeing the new addition of bouquet flowers in expensive vases, small painted canvases hung up on the walls. All gifted by him. "Jeongguk."

"Yes?"

"You wanted to know what I thought about the gifts?"

Jeongguk pauses. Then, another wave of light red washes across his cheeks like a rose flower blooming. "Maybe?"

"I think that no one's ever done that for me before." Taehyung leans back on his desk. "I think that they're quite thoughtful, and I have no idea how they get in here, but they're always a pleasant surprise."

"Oh?" Jeongguk takes a few steps closer, almost shyly.

"I think that it's nice to find little notes of encouragement throughout the day. I've never received such beautiful bouquets, and I keep finding petals everywhere."

"That's… that's good."

"And, I think that whoever sent them should just brave up and come a little closer so I can stop screaming across the room." Taehyung smirks when Jeongguk flushes, foundering a little before striding towards him. He stops a few steps away from Taehyung. "Closer…" Jeongguk shuffles a few more steps. "Just a bit more." This time, Jeongguk stops when they're chest to chest. Taehyung leans in, feels the searing heat of Jeongguk's body pressed against his softly, before whispering in his ear. "I think that they're quite romantic." He smiles when Jeongguk's breath hitches. "And maybe the sender didn't think that I wouldn't notice the little hearts, or the flirty compliments in every note."

"I—"

"And I think I'd like to spend a little more time with someone so thoughtful. Maybe go to a cafe and drink coffee with them, instead of alone. But…" Taehyung leans back with a soft sigh. "They’ve never asked."

Jeongguk just blinks dazedly. A soft, "oh," leaves his mouth.

Taehyung smiles. "So, Spiderman, can I ask you to ask them for me? You know this city best. I've left my number on a note, slipped it into your pocket if you didn't realise. Call me when you do."

"Wait." Jeongguk reaches up to clutch at the lapels of Taehyung's blazer before he moves away even more. "It was me. I sent those gifts, ask /me/. Uh, please?"

"You’re so—." Taehyung wants to scream. How can someone be so… Taehyung can’t find the right word. But it’s one that makes him want to hold Spidey and make sure he never gets hurt again. Oh, how soft he’s become. “I know it was you.”

"Just…" Jeongguk lets out a long breath, steeling himself. "I thought you were cute and maybe I developed an itty bitty little crush on you when you helped me and maybe I visited your office to put the gifts in and it made me warm to see you displaying them, even though you knew they were from me, and I know they weren't the best but—"

"Cute."

Jeongguk dissolves into flustered coughs.

"You have my number, Jeongguk." Taehyung reaches up to gently unfurl Jeongguk's hands from his jacket. "Go back and sleep, text me when you have time."

"Yeah, okay," Jeongguk breathes. He steps back. "I'll text you."

Taehyung watches in amusement as he stumbles backwards to the window. "You do that."

"Just— just wait for me." Jeongguk climbs back out the window, hooking a leg over.

"Always. Oh, and Jeongguk?" Taehyung lowers his voice into something softer, something more sincere. "Be careful."

"I will, Taehyung. Bye."

“Bye, Jeongguk.” Taehyung smiles.

Jeongguk stares for a moment, eyes wide. Then, with a small squeak of “good night!” and an endearing salute, Spiderman swings back into the restless city.

—-

Months later, Taehyung finds himself in much the same position as that fateful night: with an armful of Spiderman, struggling to get to the couch.

Except, this time, they're in his apartment.

And Jeongguk isn't in pain. In fact, he's smiling — wide and silly and beautiful — eyes scrunching, and his breathless laughs float through the air. "Tae—"

"Gguk, I swear to god, if you don't stop kissing me—" Jeongguk lands a kiss on his cheek, one on his nose. Taehyung can't hold back his laugh, turning his face away. He stumbles over someone's shoe. "Jeongguk!"

"Babe, hold still."

"/Hold still/—" Taehyung feels something soft and cushiony behind his legs (the couch, finally!) before he throws himself backwards. "You're so impatie—"

Taehyung's words get cut off when Jeongguk looms over him, hooks an arm around his waist, and dips his head low for a sweet, slow kiss. Taehyung can feel Jeongguk's warmth through the thick hoodie, can feel the press of the other's body against his as Jeongguk tilts his head for something deeper, groans when Taehyung curls an arm in his hair and gives it a little tug.

Jeongguk leans back with a satisfied smile, lips spit-licked and eyes warm as they look down at Taehyung. "Nice." He leans down for one more kiss. "Extraordinary."

And, well—

When Taehyung woke up at 4am all those months ago, he didn't think he'd still be awake almost 24 hours later with an injured hero clinging to him. He certainly didn't think that it would lead to this. To nights together in his apartment, precious gifts, late night dates and early morning breakfasts together.

“Hey, babe, Namjoon wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come to his place for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, of cou—” Taehyung is cut off with a sweet kiss. “Jeongguk!”

“Sorry, got distracted. So, that’s a yes?”

“I swear to go—”

To a boyfriend named Jeon Jeongguk, who loves to kiss him silly and call him "babe", like everything he does doesn't make Taehyung want to melt in endearment and affection.

But he's not complaining.

Taehyung didn't even want to waste a single thought on superheroes before. But, as Jeongguk leans in for another slow kiss and murmurs the sweetest nothings in his ear, Taehyung finds that he doesn't mind wasting all his thoughts on this one in his arms.

And he loves it, just as deeply as he loves Jeongguk.

hope you liked it ! come talk to me on my retrospring or check out the original twitter post <3

#taekook au #spideykoo #ceo taehyung #fluff #hurt/comfort #they are so whipped for each other xoxo #strangers to lovers

4 notes · View notes

2hightocare · 4 months

Text

SNOW IMPRINTS ✷

“I’m grown, I’m not dipping my dick in the snow to compare dick sizes.”

Synopsis: What was supposed to be a family reunion, ends in comparing dick sizes.

Genre: established relationship! married au!

Pairings: DILF!Jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: Jungkook being whipped as fuck, Jungkook being a girl dad! (Cute.) a lot of cussing, mentions of sex, mentions of consumption of alcohol, found family.. Jungkook is just such a cutesy dramatic baby!

a/n: hai… I disappeared for a bit but happy new year!! I read “unravel me” and it inspired me to write this super short blurb so enjoy Jungkook being a golden retriever husband. (Ignore all mistakes, wrote this while high) 🤍 Word count: 1.4k

“I’m literally the biggest DILF,” your husband starts again. Jungkook points to himself while Iseul giggles in his arms.

“If you don’t shut the fuc—“ Yoongi irks.

“No cussing!” You and all the wives jump in. A heavy sigh leaves your mouth because this is like the hundredth time you have told all the boys not to cuss when the kids are around. Not since what happened when you decided to babysit Ye joon.

“Jeon, get your ass in here!” You shout from the kitchen, hoping your husband can hear you from upstairs. You stare at the empty cookie jar you had refilled yesterday, and there was only one reason why they were gone.

“What, baby?! What’s wrong?” Jungkook runs down the stairs with Iseul in one hand and Ye joon in the other. The two babies laugh at the bouncing. “Did you eat all the cookies!?” You glare at Jungkook, your hands on your hips as your husband looks everywhere but your eyes.

“Actually… Taehyung stole some when he left Ye joon.” He explains as if that would change anything. Knowing Jungkook for ten years, you know damn well Taehyung maybe took three cookies and the other fifty Jungkook ate them.

“No more cookies.” You announce with a shrug not wasting any time and move closer to your daughter who’s in your husband's arms, who stands there with mouth agape.

“No mowe cookies dada!” Iseul giggles as she makes grabby hands for you to pick her up, wiggling out of Jungkook's arms as you grab her.

“Now what do you mean no more cookies?” Jungkook switches Ye joon to his other arm, mouth hanging open dramatically. “There were like three packs in there, and you ate them in a few hours, so no more cookies.” You dance around the kitchen with Iseul in your arms, her chubby arms wrap around your neck as she laughs non-stop. Contrast from Jungkook on the other side of the white counter.

“What the fuck, baby?” Jungkook literally whines as Ye joon giggles, his little hands in his mouth, drool dripping down his chubby cheeks. “Come here, baby, come with your aunt.” You make your way to Ye joon only to stop in your tracks.

“Fuck!” Ye joon beams, clapping his hands, smiling up at you with all his baby teeth showing, as you stare at him dumbfounded.

“No, no, no, don’t say that.” You quickly interfere as Jungkook is staring at you with wide eyes. “Fuck! Fuck!” Ye joon laughs as Iseul joins in.

“Fuck!” Another giggle.

“This is so your fault!” You point to your husband who is trying so hard not to laugh. “Don’t laugh!” You put a hand over your mouth, trying to hide your amusement.

“I’m not— fuck!” Jungkook slaps a hand over his mouth.

“How the fuck are we going to explain this to Taehyung and Ari?” you sigh with a slight laughter in your tone.

“Fuck!”

“We couldn’t get Ye joon to stop saying the f word for like two weeks straight; daycare was seriously about to kick him out,” Taehyung sighs dramatically as Yoongi stares at Eunbi, his wife who stares down at her tiny belly. Wondering if that’s going to be his case in the future.

“Let’s pray for the new baby to not come out like this little beast,” Jimin squeezes Ye joon’s cheeks, making him squirm in Taehyung’s arms.

Ye joon, three years old, Taehyung and Ari’s child, the second-born from the group and the most mischievous, he really doesn’t listen to anyone but his parents, besides Jungkook and you. His godparents. Jiho, first-born, Seokjin’s and Lora’s child. He’s about to turn ten in January. Iseul, third-born, Jungkook's and your child, two years old and the only girl at the moment.

Besides Eunbi, who’s three months pregnant, no one else is going to have kids anytime soon, well, that’s what they say.

“It’s cold; let's go inside, girls.” You suggest as you pick up Iseul from her dad's arms, as the girls stand up following your movements inside the house through the glass door.

“Give Ye joon to Ari!” Hoseok hushes as he swats Taehyung on the shoulder. “Babe! Take Ye joon!” Taehyung shouts. Ari laughs at how her husband has Ye joon up in the air like the Lion King waiting to be taken.

“Come with mama.” Ari picks up the boy in a puffer jacket, making him look like a big marshmallow before skipping inside, joining all the girls inside.

“So sad Seokjin and Namjoon couldn’t come... they really decided on that cabin instead of us, crazy.” Jimin whines as he takes a sip of his beer before placing it in the hole he made in the snow before snuggling into his sweater.

“Honestly, I would take being in a cabin with my wife a hundred times more than being here,” Jungkook playfully jokes, “imagine the bomb-ass sex in the woods,” He smirks with the rim of his bottle on his lips, making the rest of the boys roll their eyes.

“Crazy how y/n has you wrapped around her finger,” Yoongi chimes in, blowing into his hands as if it would make them non-cold.

“Not even.” Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes.

“Dude, you’re so whipped, like it’s so fucking crazy,” Taehyung joins in, as he laughs when the boys hum in agreement.

“Dude, you tried to wrap her in bubble wrap when she was pregnant because you swore she would fall and hurt herself,” Hoseok recalls two years ago. “She could’ve fallen down the stairs; I needed to take precautions,” Jungkook tries to defend himself but fails miserably.

“What the fuck is that for?” You question your husband who enters the main door with a giant bubble wrap roll.

“This is for your safety, baby, can’t have you falling and hurting yourself, so I’m wrapping the whole house like it’s a Christmas present.”

You stare at your husband who is speaking literally, “Jeon, you are not wrapping anything,” you warn him.

“It’s either wrapping this house up or I’m wrapping you in bubble wrap for nine months... your choice baby,” Jungkook shrugs, looking down at your laying body on the couch, hands rubbing down your two-month pregnant belly.

“Be extremely for real.” Your mouth drops open dramatically.

“Even Iseul in her two years of life has you pining after her; imagine when she gets a boyfriend.” Jimin brings up, almost sending Jungkook into a cardiac attack right there and there.

“Fuck no! No boys till she’s forty!” Jungkook points his finger to Jimin. “Or girls either!” He finishes with a pout, making the boys howl in laughter.

“Excuse the fuck outta me!” Jungkook shoots up from his chair.

Somehow the conversation steered with a lighthearted joke about who was the biggest, and suddenly everyone ganged up on Jungkook, talking about he had the smallest dick of all of them.

“We all know that Taehyung has the biggest dick here, let's be honest,” Jimin shrugs, which only makes Jungkook's jaw drop lower.

“Say less, only one way to find out.” Jungkook reaches for his zipper.

“Ayo, what the fuck! There are children here,” Hoseok rushes out, “we are not about to whip our dicks out to compare sizes,” he finishes.

“Of course not.” Jungkook makes his way to the snow, his back facing the boys as his zipper gets pulled down, and before everyone knows it, he spreads his arms wide, face planting in the white snow.

“Shit, fuck, cold!” He scrambles to his feet, tucking himself in as he shivers from the cold. Then, he chuckles with a grin plastered on his face as he points to the snow angel on the snow… and a perfectly shaped imprint of his cock.

“So who’s next?” Jungkook asks.

“I’m grown, I’m not dipping my dick in the snow to compare dick sizes.” Yoongi shakes his head, crossing his arms.

They all dipped their dicks in the snow to compare dick sizes.

“What the fuck! I swear it shrunk cause it’s cold, I swear,” Taehyung begs to the boys who stare at all the lined imprints.

“Motherfuckers, I told y'all I was the biggest,” Jungkook smiles proudly as he sees he is the biggest out of all of them.

“I can’t believe this, we just boosted his ego more,” Jimin sighs as he stares at his own imprint and then to Jungkook's.

The glass door slides open, making the five men abruptly turn around. Five women come marching towards them, “what are you guys doing?” Ari asks, with a big smile on her face.

“Nothing,” Taehyung answers a little too fast.

You stare at your husband, raising your eyebrow at him, and that makes him fold like a lawn chair. “We were comparing dick sizes in the snow,” Jungkook blurts out, “I won though!” He cheers, pointing to his snow angel happily.

“Fucking shit, y/n how are you upright?” Eunbi gasps as she stares at Jungkook's imprint. “Now we know why you are always so damn happy,” Yoongi chimes in with a grin.

2K notes · View notes