Taekook Oneshots

Rivals

Smutty/Fuffy 🍋🚫☁️

Top: Taehyung
Bottom: Jungkook

4660 words (a lot compared to others I've written)

-HAS CURSE WORDS-

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Taehyung and Jungkook were rivals... so how did end up fucking?
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"Maybe if you practiced as well as I did you wouldn't have lost the game for your team," Jungkook sneers at the boy who is getting ready for his next class.

"Fuck off, Jeon," Taehyung slams his hand against his locker, "I know you fucking cheated!"

"Like I fucking did! You just can't defend your ball. Admit it, I'm better than you," he yells back.

"Guys! Fighting isn't going to solve anything and it was just a game. We have to get to class," Seokjin shouts at the 2 angry males. He then makes his way over to Taehyung, who was on his team and had his next class with him. Namjoon, who was on Jungkook's team, backed off. He was sick and tired of the fighting and was about to step in too.

The rest of the locker break was silent, just the showers running and lockers shutting were heard. Everyone scurried out when the bell rang, running off to their next class. Taehyung was the last to leave, lightly limping his way out. He twisted his ankle and fell outside. It's how they lost the game. He sighs heavily and just goes to class. Maybe it'll be better after.

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"Tae, you know about the party tonight, right?" Seokjin asks as he and Taehyung make their way to their lockers. They were right next to each other.

"Uhh.. no? I don't keep up with that shit," Taehyung chuckles as he opens his locker to get his last binder out.

"Well, it's for Jungkook. Namjoon is gonna be there and I want someone to go with me-," he's cut off with a scoff.

"You think I wanna go to that dipshit's party? No, Jin. Go by yourself, you'll have Namjoon there anyway."

"Please, Tae! I promise I won't leave you,"

"Yeah fucking right."

"Come. With. Me." He pokes him harshly on the cheek.

Taehyung swats his hand away. "Fine! Just leave me alone right now and come by later."

Seokjin just giggles, "Thank you!" And with that, he leaves to his last class. Taehyung just sighs heavily. What the actual hell has he agreed to?

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"Hold fucking still I'm almost done!" Seokjin yells at a thrashing Taehyung.

"You said that 5 minutes ago!"

"Makeup takes time! Now let me finish your eyeshadow!" He yells back. Taehyung sighs and closes his eyes. After a few moments, Seokjin backs away. He sighs in content, looking at the masterpiece he painted on Taehyung's face.

"Done! Now for your clothes," He says and goes to the closet.

"Tae, you don't have very good clothes." He looks at the male in the room then back at the black hoodies, black jeans, black shorts, and black shirts.

"What?" He shrugs. "I like black."

"Yeah, me too, but you like it too much. Luckily I came prepared. Go get my bag and change into what I brought while I do my own makeup." He instructs. Taehyung groans but gets the bag and changes anyway. The male doing his makeup is too busy to see that he changed in front of him and almost done.