Jungkook sits on the sofa with his fists folded on his lap. His head hung low yet his pout is visible.Taehyung sits across him with legs spread and arms resting on the back of the sofa. The looks his giving towards the bunny is too intimidating making the latter avoid his gaze.
"So?"
Taehyung starts.
"What did you do wrong, bunny?"
Jungkook shifts on his seat uncomfortably.
"I...I went out. Late last night. And had a drink. And went to play with my friends."
Jungkook says in between pouts.
"And?"
"We had a rule not to go out late unless it's urgent or important."
Jungkook still avoids his lover's gaze.
Taehyung stood up and walks then stops right in front of Kookie. But the younger kept his head down.
"And you know I'd know but you still did it."
Taehyung grabs Jungkook's chin, lifting it making the doe-eyed man lookup.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again, hyung."
Jungkook closed his eyes, wanting to avoid the intense gaze from the other.
Taehyung uses his thumb to gently rub Jungkook's chin, slowly moving it to the slightly ajar mouth of the younger.
"A rule is a rule, bunny."
Taehyung inserts his thumb in Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook instinctively raises his hands to remove it but was stopped.
"Keep your hands down."
A voice, authoritative enough, made Jungkook put his folded fists back on his lap.
Saliva drips from his mouth as Taehyung inserts two fingers, replacing his thumb, in his mouth. Taehyung plays with his tongue and Jungkook gladly sucks them.
The phone rings loudly. Taehyung abruptly stops and picks up the phone.
"Talk."

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