Jungkook fumed, watching Taehyung’s phone vibrate relentlessly with a cascade of notifications. Enough was enough. He snatched the phone from Taehyung’s grip, silenced it with a flick of his thumb, and slipped it into his own pocket. He ignored Taehyung’s whining, dismissing it as childish protest.
He slumped onto the couch, scrolling through his Twitter feed with detached indifference. He didn’t particularly care what Taehyung was doing, or what he was whining about. The momentary disruption was already fading into background noise.
Taehyung’s Perspective:
He’d been robbed. That phone was *his*. The audacity! How to get it back? Snatching it from Jungkook’s person was impossible; it was practically glued to his hip. Then Jin’s advice resurfaced – the one about playing coy. Act sexy, and you get what you want. It was worth a shot.
He crossed his arms, making jazz hands, and began to assess the situation. Crossdressing, then? Where were the girl clothes?
No One’s Perspective:
Taehyung remembered the birthday gift Jin had given him – a stash of women’s clothing. He dug into his closet, frantically searching for something, anything. His fingers brushed against something delicate – lace.
He pulled it out, revealing a pair of purple lace panties. He shrugged, unconcerned with propriety. He glanced at his reflection. “I have a hella nice booty, but I need clothes now.”
He returned to the depths of his closet, rummaging through the mountain of fabric and forgotten treasures.
After twenty minutes of searching, he finally found a suitable outfit – revealing, and undeniably attention-grabbing.
He bounded downstairs, radiating an almost manic energy. He placed Jungkook’s phone on the small coffee table and settled into his lap. Jungkook wasn't lying when he felt a surge of attraction, but confusion clouded his expression.
Taehyung leaned closer, whispering, “Daddy, TaeTae wants attention.”
Jungkook stared at the curve of Taehyung’s collarbone, then lifted his gaze to meet Tae’s eyes. They were dark, almost predatory, yet Taehyung had come here for a reason...
His phone.
Jungkook groaned, then surrendered to the moment. Taehyung leaned closer, allowing him to retrieve the phone. But it was stuck in his pocket. He needed Jungkook to stand.
Taehyung tugged at Jungkook’s wrist, signaling his discomfort with being confined to the couch. Jungkook obliged, hoisting Tae into his arms.
Taehyung clung to Jungkook, his hands slowly tracing the line of his spine, down to the pocket where the phone resided.
Once he reached it, he fished it out, then quickly sent a text to Jimin, requesting a call to Jungkook’s phone as a distraction.
Two seconds later, Jungkook’s phone buzzed. Taehyung seized the opportunity to sneak upstairs, leaving Jungkook staring after him, a mixture of frustration and amusement twisting his lips.