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[gimmethatagustd]

🥹 the angy bunny thumps™️ were honestly a requirement. i wouldn't have forgiven myself if i didn't put in at least one of those instances. thank you for appreciating it lolll

venor (13) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 7,347

○ Warnings: Chasing, what the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick, Taehyung’s got a big dick (in every universe imo), size difference, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex, scenting, marking, jealousy, pet names, more weird dick jokes

○ Notes: Another cliche, smutty, fluffy chapter, pls don't @ me. I also didn't proofread this so I'm sorry 😩

○ Post Date: April 7, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

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Only one thing comes between Jungkook and Taehyung's relationship: winter break.

The end of the semester sneaks up on them quicker than Jungkook expects, despite Professor Jung's weekly warning that their Art History final project deadline is looming over their heads. School and work are conveniently forgotten when one is in love. The sun shines brighter, the air feels crisper, and more often than not, Jungkook wakes up with Taehyung's face snuggled in his neck and Taehyung's limbs flung over his body. He's such a big, bad tiger, yet he loves cuddles; it makes Jungkook's heart swell every time. 

Knowing that this domestic bliss will be severed by two months of Jungkook stuck in his parents' house, forced to give up his autonomy in exchange for suffering through their old-fashioned ways, creates a creeping sense of anxiety in his chest. He loves his parents, but life in Seoul has opened his eyes to a more adventurous, accepting, and worthwhile world than the rigid, closed-minded way his parents choose to live. Two months stuck in the house with them and away from Taehyung sounds like a nightmare.

"What're you thinking about?" Taehyung's morning voice rumbles in his chest and vibrates against Jungkook's. He speaks with his face still pressed to Jungkook's neck, so his question is muffled.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me, bun," Taehyung says, running his nose up and down Jungkook's neck, triggering a smattering of goosebumps in his wake. "You smell distressed."

Lately, Taehyung has started letting Jungkook in on his little secrets, like the fact that his predator hybrid senses allow him to more accurately sense changes in other hybrids' moods by their scent. Looking back, Jungkook can pinpoint moments when Taehyung seemed to know exactly how he felt, even when Jungkook thought he was being subtle. Then again, Jungkook has never been very subtle around Taehyung. He's not sure his crush on the boy would let him.

Jungkook's feelings are more than a crush now. Sometimes, he wonders if Taehyung can tell that he's in love with him. Suyun and Yoongi say it's obvious, but Jungkook still has trouble reading Taehyung's steady nature.

"I'm nervous about the end of the semester," Jungkook admits.

"Because of finals and stuff?"

"A little bit…"

Absent-mindedly, Jungkook massages Taehyung's head, sifting his fingers through the soft curls until he finds the fur of his striped ears to gently scratch them. In return, a soft purr hums from Taehyung's throat. Something about the sound and vibrations feels calming, maybe even healing.

They stay like this for a while, curled up against each other. Jungkook's eyes are closed, and his breathing is shallow as Taehyung thoroughly scents him. A kiss near his temple, one just below the corner of his jaw, another more of a suck of his skin than a kiss at the center of his throat. It's hard to focus on anything when Taehyung shifts, half his body lying on top of Jungkook, giving him access to the other side of Jungkook's neck. His breath blankets Jungkook's sensitive skin as he huffs a low, quiet laugh when his thigh brushes against Jungkook's hard cock.

They haven't had sex since the first time, not because of a lack of interest but because Jungkook wants to take things slow. This sudden interest in sex has left Jungkook shaken up a bit. It's so unlike anything he has experienced before that he's suddenly afraid of his own sexual desires. Taehyung made one joke about fucking like rabbits, and Jungkook has been self-conscious about his sex drive ever since.

"After we pick up our flower pots, we can go over the presentation?" Taehyung offers once he seems satisfied with his job of scenting Jungkook.

"I'll reserve a study room in the library."

While Jungkook gets his phone to make the online reservation through the university's library, Taehyung rolls off the bed. He lands on his feet, and Jungkook wonders if he's like a cat and always does. The thought makes him giggle, and he shrugs when Taehyung's head tilts and his ears swivel in confusion.

Snow blankets the ground in a dusty sheet. It may not be much now, but weather forecasts predict heavier snow in the coming weeks. Jungkook can't believe the year has gone by so quickly and figures it must be Taehyung's fault.

Unbothered by the cold weather, Taehyung pulls a thin white hoodie with the university's basketball team's logo over his t-shirt. His black tapered joggers are just as thin and poorly insulated, and Jungkook is sure that the matching basketball shoes Taehyung will probably wear when they leave won't be much warmer. Predators and their body heat. It makes Jungkook roll his eyes, even as his heart flutters when Taehyung opens the second drawer in his dresser where some of Jungkook's clothes permanently live now.

"Are you in a comfy mood or a cute mood?" Taehyung looks over his shoulder to see Jungkook still sprawled on the bed. His gaze runs along Jungkook's body, probably admiring his exposed legs and how soft he looks in one of Taehyung's baggy t-shirts that he often wears to bed.

"My comfy clothes are cute clothes," Jungkook pouts.

"Right, of course."

"You can pick out whatever you want me to wear."

Taehyung has great fashion on most days, but it's different from Jungkook's. Still, he does well choosing an outfit: light blue straight-leg jeans with pink hearts printed on them and a fuzzy white sweater that falls just enough to expose part of Jungkook's shoulder. How coy.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Jungkook gives Taehyung his starry doe eyes, the most innocent look he can muster—not that it's particularly difficult. Jungkook is an angel.

"What?" Taehyung smiles, genuinely confused.

Jungkook could tell him now. Those three words are ready to burst out of him, a broken dam, a busted floodgate. Taehyung picked out pink hearts! Jungkook could tell him.

"Nothing." Jungkook stands on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Taehyung's shoulders and nuzzle his neck. "You're just cute."

Jungkook will tell him later.

In the kitchen, Hoseok is reheating fried rice. He looks very domestic yet highly fashionable in his lavender matching silk pajama set. When Jungkook sits at the kitchen table, Hoseok’s face lights up. 

“Jungkook-ah! I didn’t realize you were here. Good thing I have a lot of leftovers.” 

Hoseok motions for Jungkook to grab one of the three bowls while he prepares a fourth one. Before Jungkook can ask him why he has made so much food, Jimin slinks into the room, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

“Good morning, Jungkook,” Jimin mumbles as he flops into one of the kitchen chairs. 

“Good morning, hyung.” 

Jimin is disheveled, his hair sticking up so high that it nearly hides his ears, and his t-shirt wrinkled. Jungkook can’t tell if he’s wearing shorts under his shirt, so he avoids looking, just in case. The shirt is definitely one of Hoseok’s; it has the university’s basketball team’s logo. All the players got one. Jungkook has worn Taehyung’s before.

Hoseok brings Jimin a bowl of rice, pausing to kiss the top of his head before placing it on the table. It’s cute how Jimin purrs, even if it’s brief because he seems to remember that Jungkook is there and abruptly stops, cheeks aflame. 

Making it clear that he’s minding his own business, Jungkook eats while scrolling through his phone and wonders if everyone else knows that Jimin and Hoseok are together, and perhaps Jungkook has been oblivious this whole time. Another part of him wonders if his poor Yoongi hyung knows, too. It's obvious that Yoongi has a crush on both of them, even if he yells at Jungkook to shut up whenever he tries to talk about it. Honestly, the yelling is what makes it so obvious. 

“How long have you been up, hyung?” Jungkook asks Hoseok, who seems chipper and wide awake compared to Jimin’s zombie stare as he eats. 

“For a few hours, but not too long. Yoongi hyung’s work alarm woke me up at the ass crack of dawn–” 

“Hyung!” Jimin snaps, suddenly very alert. He gives Hoseok a pointed look, but Jungkook’s head is already reeling. 

“Yoongi was here?” Taehyung asks, causing the other three men to jump in their seats.

“Shit, Taehyung, you can’t do that to me,” Hoseok whines with his hand pressed over his heart. “I’m too fragile.” 

With a snort, Taehyung grabs some rice and a carton of strawberry milk. Jimin curls his upper lip at the food combination when Taehyung sits beside him. 

“Why was Yoongi here?” Taehyung talks through a mouthful of rice and Jungkook knows he’s down bad because Taehyung is so cute. 

When neither Hoseok nor Jimin answers his question, Taehyung arches an eyebrow at Jungkook. Hoseok is pink in the face and stares at his rice. Jimin glares at Hoseok, mid-chew. 

“Are the three of you fucking?”

“Taehyung!” Jimin snaps, redirecting his glare. 

Jungkook keeps his eyes on Hoseok, the one who is the worst at telling lies. That’s probably why he hasn’t said or done anything. 

With a grin, Taehyung shoves more rice into his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Jungkook immediately opens his text messages with Yoongi and demands to know what’s going on, just as Hoseok tries to grab his phone. 

“Jungkook-ah, you shouldn’t bother him while he’s at work!” Hoseok insists, but Jungkook scoots away from the table before Hoseok can reach him. 

“Call him, bun,” Taehyung instigates things and gets a kick to the shin from Jimin.

There is no way Yoongi could possibly hide something like this from Jungkook! It’s hurtful! After everything he confided in Yoongi regarding Taehyung, Jungkook gets this in return? Unbelievable. 

“I’m leaving.” Jimin grabs his bowl and stomps out of the kitchen, slamming Hoseok’s bedroom door behind him. 

Satisfied by the mess he’s created, Taehyung leans back in his chair and sips his strawberry milk. 

“This makes a lot of sense, actually, since male snake hybrids have two dicks…” Taehyung grins when Hoseok slaps him on the arm. 

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Taehyung.”

Jungkook looks up from the long text message he’s crafting to Yoongi and stares hard at Hoseok. 

“Hyung…”

“A boy for each dick.”

“Taehyung, I swear to god.”

“What?” Taehyung props his elbows on the table and leans forward with a dark look. “You told Jungkook that I have a cheese grater dick. I’m just returning the favor by explaining your anatomy. So how do you do it, hyung? Do they both just climb on top–” 

“Alright, that’s enough!” Hoseok pushes himself away from the table and nearly flips his chair backward. Like Jimin, Hoseok grabs his bowl and leaves the kitchen, giving Taehyung his middle finger on the way out. 

Once Hoseok’s bedroom door is slammed shut again, Jungkook turns to Taehyung. 

“Does Hobi hyung really…” 

Taehyung’s devilish grin makes Jungkook’s stomach flip. 

“Nah, he doesn’t. That’s a myth, too. I just wanted revenge.” 

“I really hate you for putting that image in my head…” Jungkook grumbles as he finishes his 5 paragraph essay to Yoongi. It’s impossible to genuinely be mad at Taehyung, though, especially when his laugh brings so much warmth to Jungkook’s chest. 

Considering their eventful morning, Jungkook thinks he worked up enough courage between eating breakfast and their short walk to the Art academic building to confess to Taehyung. It’s the third time they’ve visited the studio together, the second being when Taehyung taught Jungkook how to glaze his flower pot, Jungkook choosing a shiny mix of pink and beige to paint the entire thing. Unsurprisingly, Taehyung went with darker colors, swirls of navy blue and forest green. Since glazes are tricky in the kiln, it may be surprising what their flower pots look like now that they’ve been re-fired.

Everyone says the third time’s a charm, but this third time in the studio is a nightmare when another person falls in line with Jungkook and Taehyung as they walk down the hall toward the studio doors. For once, Jungkook thinks he’d like to catch a break. First, it was Byungchul attempting to ruin his relationship with Taehyung; now, it’s Ten’s annoying habit of showing up at the most inconvenient times.

“Hey, Taehyungie hyung,” Ten sneaks up beside Taehyung and squeezes his bicep, the one Jungkook isn’t clinging to. He leans forward to give Jungkook a toothy smile. “And hello, Jungkook-ah. What are you guys up to? Going to the studio?”

Obviously, they’re going to the studio, Jungkook thinks as they reach the only door at this end of the hall. Where else would they be going? He wants to sass Ten, but his parents raised him to be polite, so he can’t find it in him to answer Ten’s question.

“Mhm,” Taehyung hums as he holds the studio’s door open for Jungkook and Ten. “Jungkookie and I are just here to pick up some projects we worked on a few weeks ago.”

For a moment, Jungkook’s heart plummets when Taehyung pulls his arm out of his grasp, but he smiles once Taehyung holds his hand instead. Leaving Ten to put on an apron and prep for whatever he’s working on, Taehyung leads Jungkook to a little side room where the kiln is. Their projects are in the bottom of the machine to rest and cool for a few days. About a dozen other projects are resting with their flower pots.

Jungkook lets Taehyung take theirs out, too worried about knocking things over to try getting on his tiptoes to reach inside the kiln himself.

“Yours came out so pretty, bun,” Taehyung observes, gently passing the flower pot into Jungkook’s hands. “You did fucking great for your first time sculpting.”

The flower pot is pretty, just as shiny and easy on the eyes as Jungkook wanted it to be. The pink and beige hues will nicely complement whatever green plant he chooses to put in it. Taehyung’s end product is equally as pretty. The colors remind Jungkook of the sea on a stormy day, and he thinks they fit Taehyung well.

Taehyung carries his flower pot in the crook of his arm and fumbles to pull his phone out of his pocket, smiling through his struggle as Jungkook giggles at him. 

“Let me take a picture.”

Jungkook holds his flower pot next to his face and side-eyes it, raising his eyebrows and pouting with goofy, puckered lips.

“Why are you so cute?” Taehyung asks, but Jungkook knows the picture is likely terrible quality. The kiln room is tiny, leaving little space for Taehyung to take a proper picture that isn’t too close-up, and the lighting is dim. Still, Taehyung looks at his phone like he’s just photographed something award-worthy.

“Bunnies are naturally cute,” Jungkook bites his lip in a hesitant smile when Taehyung leans into him.

“You’re the cutest bunny I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s an exaggeration.”

Taehyung tilts his head slightly to the side and bumps his sharp nose against Jungkook’s button nose. His breath is hot against Jungkook’s face, and it comes out in little puffs as he laughs at Jungkook’s squirming.

“What’re you doing?” Taehyung bumps their noses again and tries to press his lips against Jungkook’s, but Jungkook wiggles away.

“You’re making me nervous!”

“How?”

Their teeth click against each other, Taehyung laughing and Jungkook giving a scrunched bunny smile. Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s so giggly and nervous, but it might be because he’s in a tight spot with the boy he loves and can’t hold still with so much affection swelling inside him. Taehyung is suffocating him in the best way.

Rising up on his toes, Jungkook kisses Taehyung, something soft and sweet. Jungkook rarely initiates kisses, but ever since he and Taehyung became official, he’s felt more confident in seeking the affection he craves. It pleases Taehyung, too. When Jungkook pulls away, he leaves a boxy grin on Taehyung’s face.

“Baby,” Taehyung whispers with his fingers hooking in Jungkook’s belt loops to pull him closer. 

“Yeah?” 

The term of endearment makes Jungkook’s soul light up. His soul may even fly away, lift off, and soar to heaven when Taehyung’s cheeks turn pink, and he nibbles on his bottom lip with rare nervousness. They need to be more careful about being touchy, giggly messes while holding their precious ceramic creations.

“I know I don’t always say the right things, but I wanted you to know—”

“What are you guys doing in here?” Ten flings the door to the kiln room open, momentarily blinding Jungkook from how brightly the studio’s lights shine compared to the dim lighting in the kiln room. “Professor Choi won’t like students hooking up next to expensive equipment.”

“Oh, like you haven’t,” Taehyung teases Ten, and a strange part of Jungkook gets annoyed that it doesn’t make Ten blush or appear flustered. Instead, Taehyung’s teasing seems to encourage Ten’s obnoxious behavior.

Shrugging, Ten gives Taehyung a coy look and says simply, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Jungkook wants to wipe that smug look off Ten’s face! How, he doesn’t know, but he certainly wants to. Resisting the instinctual urge to stamp his feet, Jungkook spins around to look Ten in his piercing eyes.

“Don’t worry, last time Taehyung bent me over and fucked me on that table,” Jungkook points to the table Ten is using to work on his latest project, “So no broken expensive equipment.”

Twisting to the side, Taehyung violently coughs into his elbow. Cocky satisfaction buzzes through Jungkook, pleased that he elicited not only a strong reaction from Ten, whose face turns bright red, but from Taehyung as well.

“Well,” Taehyung exhales loudly once he can speak again, “We’ll see you around…”

Ten nods and avoids either of their gazes, quickly turning around to stare at his work table. Jungkook sincerely hopes he can’t get the image of Taehyung fucking Jungkook out of his head and that he has to move his project because of it after they’ve left.

“Bun, what the hell was that!” Taehyung exclaims once he has pulled Jungkook into the hallway.

Batting his eyes, Jungkook smiles sweetly at Taehyung and cradles his flower pot to his chest.

“A little lie never hurt anyone.”

“I…” Taehyung lets out a disbelieving laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like that before.”

He hasn’t. Jungkook smirks and shrugs; there’s nothing more to say.

Shaking his head, Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s hand in his and leads him out of the building. He mutters about how Jungkook has turned into some kind of menace since he met him and wonders if this is somehow his fault. All Jungkook can do is laugh because Ten got what he deserved. It’s rare now that Jungkook can fluster Taehyung, so he celebrates the small victories whenever possible.

Never mind that the fake scenario Jungkook cooked up for Ten is kind of hot…

Jungkook keeps that thought buried in the back of his mind as he and Taehyung drop off their flower pots at Taehyung’s dorm in exchange for their backpacks. The library study room Jungkook reserved is next on their agenda for the day. Much of Jungkook’s time with Taehyung is spent not doing their school assignments, so he’s determined to keep them on track. They only have a handful of standard classes before final exams begin and final projects are due. If there ever was a time to get their shit together, it would be now.

Luckily, Jungkook and Taehyung are strong students when they aren’t together. Despite his cool guy persona, Taehyung takes school very seriously. Like Jungkook, Taehyung is motivated by the desire to perform well for his parents, which is a sign of respect for the sacrifices they made to get him a good education. Jungkook’s motivation comes with a twinge of fear that he will disappoint his parents if he doesn't perform well. Unfortunately, that comes with the reality of having strict parents.

The thing is, their parents aren’t here to encourage or scold them. Jungkook finds it easy to become distracted by Taehyung’s presence, even when all they’re doing is sitting across from each other while they work on assignments, Jungkook working on some code on his laptop and Taehyung sketching a design for his final sculpture project. Taehyung’s fingers are pretty curved around his pencil. When Taehyung looks up at him through his curly bangs, Jungkook feels his stomach dip with a sensation that flirts with the line between anxiety and arousal.

After a while, hunger replaces the strange sensations in Jungkook’s stomach, gnawing and gurgling at him. Since they started their day late, it's well past lunchtime, but Jungkook is determined to run through their Art History presentation before they leave the library.

“Can you stop looking at me like that?”

Taehyung squints at Jungkook from behind a podium in the front of the room. Their presentation is projected on the whiteboard behind him, skipped ahead to his part. Rigid, his face scrunched into a frown, he looks more awkward than Jungkook has ever witnessed him.

“Looking at you like what?” Jungkook asks with a smile. He sits on the table and swings his legs because they don’t touch the floor.

Irritated, Taehyung’s tail swishes back and forth, curling around the outside of his ankles with each whipping motion.

“I don’t know, just don’t look at me.”

Biting his bottom lip, Jungkook muffles a giggle as Taehyung reviews his project notes scrawled on a wrinkled piece of paper lying on the podium. Never would he have guessed that extroverted, charismatic Taehyung is afraid of public speaking.

“Taehyung…”

“What?” Taehyung frowns. “Jungkook, I’m serious, it’s not funny.”

Jungkook isn’t bothering Taehyung on purpose. He just can’t get over how precious he looks, stiff-limbed and pouty, with a light pink hue blooming across the honey-gold skin of his cheeks.

There’s a lot that they don’t know about each other. Rather than being discouraged by that, Jungkook finds each new bit of information learned a blessing. How wonderful is it to learn new things about someone you love? He gets to continuously discover Taehyung, just as Taehyung gets to learn more “Jungkook lore,” as he calls it. They’re young; they have so much time to evolve and discover new things about themselves, together.

Maybe Jungkook is naive. Maybe he’s falling deep because Taehyung is his first boyfriend, and no one finds true love in their first relationship. As he hops off the table to stand on his tiptoes in front of Taehyung with his arms around his neck, Jungkook decides that he doesn’t care about any of that. He doesn’t care that he’s young, naive, and inexperienced. He doesn’t care that he and Taehyung aren’t supposed to be together.

Jungkook will tell him what he’s been wanting to tell him for quite some time, and he will do it now.

“You’re going to do an amazing job,” Jungkook insists, pulling Taehyung into a tight hug.

“I’m gonna get up there and forget everything.”

“If you freeze, I’ll do the talking. You know I’m good at that!”

Jungkook hums when Taehyung’s hands wrap around his waist to tug him flush to his body. They fit together so well, with Taehyung strong enough to support Jungkook when he feels like he’ll turn to mush from how gently Taehyung holds him. The feeling only grows stronger when Taehyung bows his head to tuck his face against Jungkook’s neck and tickles his skin when he inhales deeply.

“Baby,” Taehyung whispers, his lips tracing down Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s body grows hot from the smooth and deep sound of Taehyung’s voice.

“Yes?”

Taehyung’s next inhale trembles. He tightens his hold on Jungkook’s waist and presses a kiss to the corner of Jungkook’s jaw before pulling back far enough to look Jungkook in the eyes.

“I love you,” Taehyung says with a timid smile.

He watches Jungkook’s expression with attentive eyes that glow a warm amber far more comforting than the fluorescent lighting in the study room. They shift between focusing on Jungkook’s eyes and his parted lips. Leaving Taehyung waiting must be torture. Jungkook doesn’t mean to prolong the suspense or make Taehyung reconsider admitting his feelings, but he can’t formulate words. Blood rushes to Jungkook’s head, forcing his heartbeat into his eardrums as it pounds so frantically that Jungkook feels lightheaded.

“I wanted to say it first,” Jungkook blurts out, his tone breathy. He's clearly overwhelmed by the slew of emotions flooding him.

“What?” Taehyung laughs, “You wanted to say you love me before I said it to you?”

Jungkook nods, still feeling out of breath.

Taehyung loves him. Taehyung loves him, and he said it first. Jungkook wasn’t even sure if Taehyung would say it back, but he said it first.

“So, you love me?” Jungkook nods, but Taehyung clicks his tongue. “I wanna hear you say it, bun.”

Taehyung’s timid smile grows into a confident and boxy one. It makes butterflies emerge in Jungkook’s stomach because that look is for him.

“I love you, Tae,” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s mouth before he leans in to nibble on Jungkook’s bottom lip.

“I love you so much, baby.”

Taehyung speaks in between kisses that feel like they’ll bruise. Jungkook can hardly keep up as Taehyung leans in further, nearly bending Jungkook backward as he bites and sucks his lips, occasionally shoving his tongue in Jungkook’s mouth and coaxing Jungkook to share his passion. It feels rushed initially, Taehyung’s hands slipping beneath Jungkook’s sweater to squeeze his waist and force him to grind against his body. But Taehyung’s mouth is slow as it leaves Jungkook’s to trail kisses along his jaw instead and eventually drops to suck on the skin where his scent gland is.

“Tae,” Jungkook moans and digs his fingers in Taehyung’s curls to hold him in place as Taehyung laps at the invisible spot where his scent gland is, licking and swirling the smooth skin until all that surrounds them is the sweet, floral smell of Jungkook’s arousal.

The burning desire pulsing through Jungkook’s body deepens when Taehyung scrapes his teeth against his skin. They could mate right now. Taehyung could bite him, permanently marking him with the scarred puncture of his teeth in his neck so everyone would know that Jungkook belonged to him. It would hurt terribly, but Jungkook wants it. They’re in love; why should they deny what their instincts tell them to do, even if tiger hybrids aren’t supposed to mate with bunny hybrids?

The desire to submit to Taehyung is so strong that it scares Jungkook, so he quickly tugs on Taehyung’s hair to pull him away from his neck.

When Jungkook meets Taehyung’s gaze, he understands why he’s so overcome with desire and heat, why his mind is telling him to do things he usually doesn’t. One look at Taehyung’s dark eyes with dilated pupils, and Jungkook knows.

“Bun,” Taehyung’s call is rough, nearly a growl.

Jungkook doesn’t listen to him. He twists from Taehyung’s grasp and nearly knocks over a chair to reach his backpack. Shoving his laptop and planner inside, Jungkook doesn’t bother checking what Taehyung is doing. He throws the study room’s door open and rushes down the hall. Conveniently, they’re on the ground level, making it easy for Jungkook to slip out of the front doors. The cold afternoon air paralyzes Jungkook’s lungs and cools his blood. He’s breathing so hard that he’s nearly hyperventilating. Each inhale hurts, but the situation thrills him. All he can think about is running. He has to find somewhere to hide. Instincts tell him to go home, but his heart urges him toward Taehyung’s apartment.

Campus clears out on snowy days. Very few people go outside on the weekends, so Jungkook has little trouble weaving through people, taking the sidewalks between the predators’ side of campus and the coed middle grounds. Despite Jungkook’s hurried pace, nearly a light jog, he doesn’t draw much attention to himself with the hood of his coat pulled over his head to hide his ears. The hood prevents him from seeing if Taehyung is catching up to him, but he’s too focused on getting away to check.

Something about the prickling of the hairs on his forearms and the back of his neck, despite being protected from the cold, makes Jungkook think that Taehyung is near. He feels like he’s being watched, crept upon. Reaching the dorm, his heart falls into his stomach when he belatedly remembers that he can’t get inside. His keycard only gives him entrance to prey hybrid dorms.

He could wait for someone to exit the building and quickly slip inside after them, but he can't get into Taehyung’s apartment unit unless Hoseok is home! But Jungkook really hopes Hoseok isn’t home.

Before Jungkook can panic about what to do, firm hands spin him around and shove him against the side of the building. His backpack protects him from hitting the wall, but he still gets the air knocked out of him.

“Think you can run away from me, bun?” Taehyung’s hands slide from Jungkook’s waist to palm his ass, squeezing it when Jungkook gasps.

“N-No,” Jungkook stutters when one of Taehyung’s hands slides underneath his coat to play with his fluffy tail.

“You like riling me up.”

Jungkook does. He likes it when Taehyung towers over him, his amber eyes turn dark, and his smooth voice turns gravelly. He likes the prickle of fear that heightens his senses when Taehyung gets like this and how it triggers something inside Jungkook that he’s never felt before — even if it’s unknown and scary.

“I told you I love you, and you ran away from me,” Taehyung growls against Jungkook’s throat, and Jungkook realizes how bad that looks.

Taehyung has gotten like this a handful of times before. Each time, his affection for Jungkook or his desire to protect him triggered the almost feral switch in his personality. Jungkook shouldn’t have left Taehyung alone after he’d been so brave by confessing his love.

“I’m sorry, Tae. I didn’t mean to.”

“Why did you do it?” Taehyung sounds genuinely hurt, and Jungkook’s heart breaks.

“I got scared.”

Taehyung whines and shoves his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Not of you!” Jungkook quickly reaches for Taehyung’s ears, scratching them and playing with the curls surrounding them. “Not you, Tae. I was scared of… myself and how I reacted.”

“Don’t understand,” Taehyung murmurs. The hand that had been playing with Jungkook’s tail is now gripping his throat so Taehyung can tilt his neck to scent him.

They’re doing this in public. Few people have ventured outside, but they’re in the open, easily seen even by the predator hybrids in their dormitories. Jungkook’s mind is so foggy with the comforting pleasure of Taehyung’s scent mixing with his and the lust that shoots through him every time Taehyung squeezes his ass to coax his hips to grind against his.

“I want things,” Jungkook says with a shudder rippling through his body when Taehyung gently bites his neck.

Taehyung groans impatiently, “What?”

“To, um,” Jungkook feels his face heat up when Taehyung steps back to look at him. He’s never felt more embarrassed in his life. “Submit… to you…” he whispers the rest and is unable to look Taehyung in the eyes. As a predator hybrid, Taehyung will know what Jungkook means, likely even more than Jungkook understands himself.

“Fuck.”

Jungkook’s legs feel like jelly when Taehyung tugs him through the dormitory’s front doors. He trips up the stairs, relying on Taehyung to keep him from falling as they make their way to his apartment. With a face hardened by determination, Taehyung doesn’t even let Jungkook take off his shoes once they stumble into the entryway of his apartment. He kneels to pull Jungkook’s boots off while Jungkook unzips his coat. They must be loud, stomping, breathing heavily, and Taehyung throwing shoes into the corner, because Hoseok peeks around the corner from the living room.

“Hey guys! What’s—”

“Hyung, I’m gonna fuck Jungkook right now,” Taehyung interrupts and both Hoseok and Jungkook’s eyes widen at how explicit and blunt he is. “So if you don’t wanna hear it, you should leave.”

“Oh.” Hoseok watches as Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s wrist and leads him down the hallway.

Sorry, Jungkook mouths, afraid to hurt Taehyung’s feelings if he says it out loud. Despite being bossed around by a very demanding Taehyung, Hoseok simply grins.

“Taehyung, I can’t believe you kicked Hobi hyung out,” Jungkook playfully scolds Taehyung once his bedroom door is closed. His giggles die when Taehyung grabs him by the front of his sweater and pulls him toward the bed.

“No offense, but I don’t care about hyung right now.”

A bit of clarity has returned to Taehyung’s features. His pupils aren’t as dilated, and his voice is still deep but no longer distorted. The tingle of power radiating from him still exists, though, keeping Jungkook’s skin hot and fear in his chest.

“Okay,” Jungkook nods and lets Taehyung pull his sweater over his head.

Taehyung quickly removes the rest of Jungkook’s clothes, replacing them with kisses covering each strip of exposed skin as he tugs off his jeans. All the attention makes Jungkook shy. This being only the second time he’s been intimate with Taehyung, Jungkook feels like he still doesn’t know what to do as Taehyung kisses him and guides his hands to the waistband of his joggers, encouraging Jungkook to pull them down. Jungkook is timid with each brush of his fingers against Taehyung’s skin. He admires how toned his body is, naturally lean as a predator hybrid, with muscles that Jungkook has to work to get.

“Bun,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s lips as he slips his fingers through his silky, dark hair and lightly tugs. “Are you gonna submit to me?”

The gentle yet dirty question makes Jungkook whimper despite his embarrassment at being reminded of his confession. He opens his eyes when Taehyung encourages him to tilt his head back by lightly pulling his hair. Even though Taehyung is speaking and behaving more like himself, there’s still a wild look in his eyes.

“Y-Yes,” Jungkook nods, and Taehyung slowly lets go of his hair.

“Good bun. Let me see.”

Kneeling on Taehyung’s bed, Jungkook slowly eases himself down onto his forearms, keeping his upper body low to the bed and his ass up. He’s been in this position before with Taehyung, but something feels different about it now. Perhaps it’s because this isn’t just a quick fuck. Love is involved this time. Maybe that’s naive and cliche, but Jungkook feels it when Taehyung runs his hands along his back. 

“Relax, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” 

Taehyung presses his thumbs into the muscles of Jungkook’s back, where he must feel knots and points of tension, massaging Jungkook until he’s a puddle on the bed. Taehyung is always taking care of Jungkook. Part of Jungkook feels bad; all he’s done is give Taehyung a handjob. He’s still shy and unsure about what to do, but it doesn’t seem like Taehyung cares. 

To adjust Jungkook’s position, Taehyung grabs his hips and pulls him back until he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed, allowing Taehyung to stand behind him. Jungkook falls forward even more when Taehyung stands between his legs so he can spread Jungkook’s knees as wide as he wants.

“Do you always get this wet, or is it just me?” Taehyung asks as he rubs his fingers around Jungkook’s rim. Jungkook doesn’t turn around to look at him, but he can hear the cocky attitude in his tone, and it makes him even wetter.

“Just you,” Jungkook moans when Taehyung squeezes his hip and presses two fingers inside him. 

His response isn’t a lie to stroke Taehyung’s ego; Jungkook has never even cum more than once on his own. Something about Taehyung brings out this needy, desperate, depraved version of Jungkook. Taehyung is slow as he fucks Jungkook with his fingers, twisting and crooking them so they hit his prostate with each thrust. He massages it, pressing hard enough to make Jungkook’s legs shake, before pulling back again.

“You’re even wetter than last time.”

Jungkook hopes Hoseok really did leave because his moans grow louder as Taehyung uses his free hand to reach around Jungkook and squeeze his cock.

“Is it because I love you?” Taehyung asks softly against the nape of Jungkook’s neck when he leans over him and rolls his palm over the head of Jungkook’s cock. “Is that why you’re so wet, baby?”

Jungkook lets out a breathy whine and tries to push back against Taehyung’s fingers when he stops moving them. 

“Oh, it is,” Taehyung grins against Jungkook's shoulder, his teeth pressed into his skin.

“Taehyung, please.”

It’s not fair that Taehyung can read Jungkook like this. It makes Jungkook’s face heat up, especially when it’s obvious how his body reacts to Taehyung’s teasing. 

Kissing Jungkook’s nape, Taehyung’s lips follow his spine until he reaches his tail, skipping over that and leaving a kiss on each cheek. His hot breath and soft lips tickle, and Jungkook almost giggles until he feels Taehyung slip his cock between his cheeks. Taehyung grinds against him, slicking up his cock and making Jungkook moan every time the head of his cock catches against Jungkook’s rim. 

“You sound so pretty, bun,” Taehyung praises as Jungkook chants his name between breathy ah, ah, ah’s. “You look pretty, too, like this. I love seeing your gorgeous face, but…” 

Jungkook jolts forward with a moan when Taehyung slaps his ass, making the muscle jiggle. The sting shocks Jungkook, and the pleasure that comes from it. His weak whimpers must encourage Taehyung to do it again because he slaps Jungkook twice more in the same spot, each hit slightly harder than the previous. 

“Taehyung, please, please, just f-fuck me.” Jungkook might be an independent, confident person outside of the bedroom, but he isn’t above begging when Taehyung’s teasing him and torturing him. 

“Alright, baby, I’ll give you what you want,” Taehyung chuckles, and Jungkook’s face feels like a wildfire. 

A hiccuped sob tumbles from Jungkook’s chest when Taehyung slowly sinks his cock inside him. The position lets Taehyung reach deeper than he had before. It feels strange, and Jungkook panics for a moment when Taehyung squeezes his hips with both hands. 

“Tae,” Jungkook leans on his forearms and twists his head to look back at Taehyung. 

“Hmm?” 

Taehyung looks gorgeous, with a healthy glow and bright eyes, even while wild. The veins in his arms are raised, and his biceps flex when he squeezes Jungkook’s hips to guide him back onto his cock. 

“It’s a lot,” Jungkook moans at Taehyung’s first real thrust. 

“I’ll be careful, baby,” Taehyung runs his palm up Jungkook’s back, soothing him with his gentle touch. “If it hurts, tell me, okay?”

Nodding, Jungkook lets his head hang as Taehyung thrusts into him again. The thrusts start slow, Taehyung building them up until he’s properly fucking into Jungkook with more power. He digs his fingers into Jungkook’s hips and pulls him down on his cock to meet each thrust.

They’re messy and loud, the wet slap of Jungkook’s ass against Taehyung’s body a steady beat to Jungkook’s loud moans. He can’t keep quiet, can barely keep himself grounded. Every drag of Taehyung’s thick cock against his walls makes Jungkook’s head spin. 

“You good, bun?” Taehyung grunts, adjusting his angle to make sure he hits Jungkook’s prostate each time he fucks into him. 

Unable to speak, Jungkook hums, sounding more like a needy whimper than anything else. Jungkook can tell that Taehyung is holding back so he doesn’t hurt him. He fists the bed sheets to give himself something to hold onto and tries not to let his knees give out or his face smash into the mattress when Taehyung reaches around his waist to pump his cock. 

The angle is awkward, and it’s hard for Taehyung to fuck Jungkook deeply if he’s leaning forward to reach his cock. After a few tugs, Taehyung wraps his hand around Jungkook’s wrist to pull his arm out from underneath him. 

“Touch yourself for me,” Taehyung commands, his voice too soft and smooth for what they’re doing. Hearing it makes Jungkook’s body quivers. 

“Feels so good,” Jungkook sighs as he begins fisting his cock, doing his best to keep up with Taehyung’s thrusts. 

“Yeah?”

Jungkook is a screamer. It’s embarrassing, but he can’t stop himself from wailing when he cums into his hand. His body spasms, making his other arm slip from underneath him. His body slumps forward onto the mattress, but Taehyung’s grip on his hips keeps him on his knees. 

“Keep going, come on.” 

Taehyung threads his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and holds him, doesn’t press down or tug, just keeps his hand there in an intimate touch gentler than how roughly he fucks him. It doesn’t take much more to have Jungkook coming again, his second orgasm apparently following his first fairly quickly – another new thing for him to learn about himself. 

“That’s it, bun, fuck,” Taehyung helps Jungkook finish himself off, lacing their fingers together so they can both fist his cock. 

Taehyung pushes Jungkook forward so he can kneel on the bed and drape his body over Jungkook’s, caging him in as he reaches his climax. When he cums, he bites Jungkook’s neck hard enough to bruise the skin but not break it. The throbbing pain makes Jungkook cum again, this time ending in a weak whimper that Taehyung captures in a kiss as he hovers over Jungkook’s body. 

“Fuck, I love you so much, Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers, and Jungkook can’t stop his tail from wiggling despite the embarrassment it brings him. 

“Oh my god,” Jungkook squirms, trying to escape from being underneath Taehyung, who smothers his laughter against Jungkook’s neck. “Taehyung, get away from me.” 

“Are you that happy? Getting all wiggly over here,” Taehyung coos. “Trembly and wiggly baby.” 

So much for being sexy. 

Later, after they shower, Jungkook has to sweep away the disappointment he feels when he looks in the mirror and notices there aren’t any puncture wounds or drops of blood on his neck. It’s not time, but maybe one day it will be. Clearly, Taehyung wants it too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have risked a bruising bite that could have turned into a mating bite. Maybe Jungkook is getting ahead of himself. Maybe Taehyung is the one he’s meant to be with. 

“It looks good on you.” Taehyung’s whisper turns into a kiss on Jungkook’s temple when he squeezes past him in the small bathroom. 

“What?” 

Their eyes meet in the mirror; Taehyung’s a calm amber again. He touches the edge of Jungkook’s jaw, running one long finger along the edge and down his neck until he reaches the bite mark around his scent gland. When he presses on it, Jungkook whimpers. 

“This…” 

Holding Jungkook’s neck, Taehyung guides him to turn and raise his chin so he can kiss him from where Taehyung stands behind Jungkook. 

“You think so?” Jungkook doesn’t open his eyes, just basks in the smell of Taehyung’s shampoo and the warmth of their naked bodies pressed together. 

“Of course, bun.” 

Jungkook finally opens his eyes when Taehyung pulls away. 

“I have something for you,” Taehyung says quietly, focused on wrapping his towel around his waist. Hoseok was nowhere to be found when they emerged from Taehyung’s bedroom, but there’s no knowing if he has returned since their shower. 

The prospect of receiving a gift makes Jungkook giddy, not because he cares about material things, but because he likes the idea of Taehyung seeing something and thinking of him. 

“What is it?” he asks excitedly, a little annoyed when Taehyung won’t look him in the eyes. That is until he sees the pink blooming across the apples of Taehyung's cheeks. 

“I have to take you home to give it to you,” Taehyung says quietly, finally giving Jungkook a small smile when he looks up. “Home, home.” 

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#eoieopda #jade 💚 #happy things ✨ #venor

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walks out of a bar covered in kisses and I say "you should see the other guy" and you look in the bar and he's dead in a pool of blood

#SCREAMING #plot ideas

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kim taehyung (5th muster in seoul ver.) (cr. namuspromised)

#gif #queue you know bts? #daddy taehyung

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no one: jungkook: namjoon hyung is amazing (trans: x x)

#gif #queue you know bts? #ian

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"I'm D boy because I'm from D!"

#this concert feels like it was a fever dream honestly #like i can't believe it happened irl and i saw it with my actual eyes #big purr #gif #queue you know bts?

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It’s this wip I’ve had sitting in my drafts

for literal months 😭

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Hi besties,

I've been busy with fic fests, and I've neglected my drabble challenge. I'd love to know what y'all are interested in reading, and I'll probably just write the drabbles in the order of how you all vote in the poll!

I'll put the poll under the cut because it's pretty long (it includes idols outside of BTS 👀).

#bobathi

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You are a literal god who pretends to be a d-list superhero. You’ve grown extremely attached to the people of the village you protect. You get news that an epic battle is taking place near your village and would most likely destroy it…

#plot ideas

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👀 RIGHT ????

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Hi besties,

I've been busy with fic fests, and I've neglected my drabble challenge. I'd love to know what y'all are interested in reading, and I'll probably just write the drabbles in the order of how you all vote in the poll!

I'll put the poll under the cut because it's pretty long (it includes idols outside of BTS 👀).

#I already have a banner #im already prepared #I’ve wanted to do this for like a year #dmtnt #remmykinsff

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✨ jai polls ✨

Hi besties,

I've been busy with fic fests, and I've neglected my drabble challenge. I'd love to know what y'all are interested in reading, and I'll probably just write the drabbles in the order of how you all vote in the poll!

I'll put the poll under the cut because it's pretty long (it includes idols outside of BTS 👀).

#jai polls

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sometimes i need to remind myself that i'm writing fanfiction for free and i'm allowed to have a shitty sentence or two

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hello remmy i'm so sorry i'm about to respond to all your reviews out of order LMFAO

this man is smooooth, calling JK over to the "painting" I was worried they'd get caught for public indecency. - idk why this made me laugh so fucking hard ily

venor (6) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 3,727

○ Warnings: It's what the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick, how delish

○ Notes: This one is dedicated to @remmykinsff cuz they realized i forgot to delete an old draft from my queue so i ended up posting the wrong fucking thing 😭 Also, I tried so hard not to write too much about the Amarna Period during the 18th Dynasty of Ancient Egypt 💀 It was hard to control myself tbh

○ Post Date: March 11, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

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“Are you sure you don’t want a jacket?” 

Taehyung’s question ends with his lips downturned. He leans against his car while he holds the door open for Jungkook and watches with narrow eyes as Jungkook scoots out of the passenger seat.

“I’m okay! We didn’t park that far from the entrance.” Jungkook’s attempt to look confident by crossing his arms against his chest makes him look even colder.

It’s relatively chilly outside, and despite Taehyung’s pestering, Jungkook hasn’t bothered to dress appropriately for the weather. He doesn’t miss the way Taehyung’s gaze drags over his body, taking inventory of his cropped sweater that stops just before the waistband of his tight, ripped jeans. When Jungkook turns around, he swears he sees Taehyung’s eyes drop to his fluffy white tail poking out of the little hole in his jeans. It almost excites him enough to wiggle, but he holds it in. He can’t possibly embarrass himself before their not -date has even begun.

It’s not really a date if they’re only going to the museum together for a school assignment, Yoongi had pointed out. Suyun said otherwise, but Jungkook isn’t sure if he should get his hopes up.

“Museums are always cold,” Taehyung finally points out before closing the car door behind Jungkook. “I have an extra one in the back.”

“I swear, I’m okay,” Jungkook rushes to shut Taehyung up. He grabs Taehyung’s wrist and tugs. “Let’s go!”

Surprisingly, Taehyung lets Jungkook drag him through the parking lot without fussing. By the time they slip through the museum’s front doors, Jungkook’s hand migrates down to Taehyung’s, their palms pressing together and fingers intertwining.

There aren’t many people lingering in the museum’s lobby, but the few around are mostly prey hybrids. One of them, a mouse hybrid, turns around so sharply to stare at Jungkook and Taehyung that it startles Jungkook into nearly tripping. She doesn’t speak when they walk past her toward the check-in desk, but her nose wiggles and pulls up into a deep scrunch. 

In the still air of the museum and without the outside breeze to muddle smells, even hybrids with weak senses can pick up Taehyung’s scent mingling with Jungkook’s. They bring with them the smell of a warm spring rainstorm, earthy and floral, life-bearing. 

Taehyung doesn’t seem to notice the mouse hybrid’s reaction to them — or he pretends not to, choosing to keep his attention on the task at hand. He had been focused like this on the drive from Jungkook’s dorm to the museum, so quiet that Jungkook had assumed he might be angry with him over them scenting each other. It wasn’t until a Girls’ Generation song came on the radio that Jungkook sang along to that Taehyung’s hard edge melted. 

It was overwhelming to be in such a small space with Taehyung, surrounded by his petrichor scent and distracted by the flick of his tail, which rested on the center console. Jungkook had to stop himself from staring while Taehyung drove, just like he has to stop himself now. 

On the outside, Jungkook is calm as he waits in line to buy their tickets for the Egyptian art exhibit. Internally, he’s freaking out over just how big Taehyung’s hand is. He even lets himself sneak a peek and tries not to burn with shy embarrassment when his heart flutters at how his hand is engulfed by Taehyung’s.

“Bun,” Taehyung calls out, bumping his shoulder against Jungkook’s. The ticket line is moving, and Jungkook isn’t.

He needs to pull himself together.

But first, he needs to pull himself apart from Taehyung.

Letting go of Taehyung’s hand, Jungkook reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. However, he’s too slow, and all he can do is watch as Taehyung slides his credit card to the employee behind the desk in exchange for two rectangular strips of paper.

“You’ll take the elevators to the left up to the third floor. The exhibit will be on your immediate right,” the employee explains, but Jungkook isn’t listening.

“Why did you do that?” Jungkook hisses as Taehyung heads toward the elevators, not even bothering to glance at Jungkook.

“Do what?”

“Pay for both of us!”

“Because I wanted to?” Taehyung shoots his arm out to stop the elevator doors from closing and ushers Jungkook inside.

There isn’t a reasonable rebuttal, so Jungkook glares at him while the elevator beeps as they pass the second floor. They stand on opposite sides, leaning against each wall's handrail. Luckily, the elevator doesn’t stop for anyone else to get on. 

“So pouty,” Taehyung smirks but keeps his eyes on the changing number above the elevator’s doors. “Don’t prey like to be taken care of?”

“No.” 

Jungkook’s answer comes too quickly, and his tone is too petulant. It makes Taehyung laugh, finally bringing his bright gaze to rest on Jungkook’s face.

“Not even little domesticated bunnies like you?” Taehyung teases.

“You’re domesticated, too!”

“Are tigers domesticated?” Taehyung’s boxy grin widens.

At a loss for words, Jungkook follows Taehyung out of the elevator.

As the museum employee said, the entrance to the exhibit Jungkook and Taehyung are looking for is directly to the right of the elevator lobby. Another employee in uniform stands at a small podium in front of the large glass doors to check guests’ tickets. He’s young, likely a college student working a part-time job, with black and orange striped ears poking out of straight black hair.

“Good afternoon,” the tiger hybrid greets lowly. He pauses to look over Taehyung before gazing over Jungkook’s form.

It’s intimidating, standing between two large predators. Jungkook never feels weak, but he feels meek, knowing he is the weakest one here. As usual, this doesn’t deter him. He stands with his head held high and his eyes locked on the employee.

“Have you visited before?” the employee asks Taehyung, who shakes his head. The employee explains the setup of the exhibit and then hands Taehyung a pamphlet about the artwork and a museum map in case they need it.

It shouldn’t bother Jungkook that the employee never speaks to him, but he feels irritation prickle his skin as he walks away. His mood must sour his scent or muddle his expression because Taehyung bumps shoulders with him again once they’re inside the exhibit.

“What’s up, bun? Already tired of being here?” Taehyung folds the pamphlet and map to stick them in the back pocket of his jeans. It’s obvious that he’s been to this museum before; he has only listened to the employees explain everything to be polite.

“That guy didn’t even talk to me. He only talked to you.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Jungkook pouts at Taehyung’s dismissive response. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention to what Jungkook says; instead, he is scrolling on his phone.

“Taehyung.”

“What, did you want him to talk to you?” Looking over, Taehyung gives Jungkook a boxy grin. “Did you think he was cute?”

“No!” Jungkook whispers harshly, peeking around to see if they’ve disturbed anyone with their talking.

Unconcerned about their surroundings, Taehyung advances on Jungkook, forcing him to shuffle further into the exhibit.

“Do you have a thing for tigers, Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s floppy ears hug tight to the side of his face, hiding him from Taehyung’s sparkling amber eyes. Mortified, he turns on his heel and walks past the large signage welcoming guests to learn more about Amarna art, the art style of the Amarna Period during the Eighteenth Dynasty of Ancient Egypt. 

The exhibit comprises open rooms connected by long, wide hallways. Each room is organized by art medium, with the first devoted to sarcophagi. Taehyung follows Jungkook into the first room, laughing under his breath about Jungkook being “skittish.”

Jungkook pretends not to hear him.

“Starting off with the mummies is an interesting choice,” Taehyung mutters as he strolls through the massive glass display cases. Some of the sarcophagi are empty, and most are closed, but a few mummies are on display near the back of the room.

“Why do you say that?” Jungkook asks, his natural curiosity and infatuation with Taehyung winning over his desire to be pouty.

“Mummies are all people care about. Shouldn’t they make us work for it by putting them at the end?”

Jungkook shrugs.

“I’m sure people don’t only come for the mummies. If they’re paying money, they might as well see the whole exhibit.”

Taehyung gives Jungkook a look that tells him he’s being naive, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He wants to believe people aren’t so simple-minded, even if Taehyung is the one going to school to study this stuff.

Despite appreciating art and considering himself an artist, if only to an extent, Jungkook has spent little time in art museums. His parents never celebrated the value of the arts. It seems silly to think about since he’s an adult now and can visit museums whenever he wants. Perhaps having the chance to appreciate art at his own pace is part of why it feels nice to meander through the different rooms with Taehyung.

Jungkook is also self-aware enough to know that he’s enjoying himself because half of his energy goes into watching Taehyung examine the art. Every once in a while, they’ll run into other museum guests discussing the displays in hushed voices, and they even come across a small group tour, but for most of the visit, they’re on their own.

The solitude allows Jungkook to see Taehyung in what appears to be his element. Taehyung occasionally hums to himself as he squints at the pieces, though Jungkook most enjoys it when he frowns. When it seems like he really likes a piece of artwork, his tail skirts the floor, flicking up to curl around his calf like he’s giving himself a little hug. It makes Jungkook wonder what Taehyung is thinking about — if his thoughts are purely about the Art History assignment they’re working on or if there’s more to his analysis.

Jungkook quickly concludes that Taehyung is simply a giant nerd when he peeks over his shoulder to find Taehyung skimming an article on his phone about the statue he’s standing in front of.

“What made you want to study art?”

Taehyung slips his phone into his pocket and frowns at Jungkook’s question – his face stuck in art examination mode.

“I’m good at it. Making it, critiquing it, researching it,” Taehyung begins, his hands finding the pockets of his jean jacket. “But mostly because it’s rather magical, right? How is it possible for art to trigger our emotions? How can a painting or song make people cry? Or for sculptures to make us nostalgic for a world we didn’t come from?” Taehyung gestures to the wooden toy horse amongst other treasures found in a child’s tomb.

From what Jungkook has learned about Taehyung over the semester, he is more of an observer than a participant in conversations. Still, when Taehyung has something to say, he never fails to leave Jungkook speechless — for better or worse. 

They’re silent for the rest of their time in the exhibit, only stopping to exchange quiet words when they need to take pictures or write notes about certain art pieces. They take their time admiring the busts and sunken reliefs of the ancient pharaoh Akhenaten and his wife, Nefertiti.

Jungkook gets easily caught up in the transformative magic of art history, losing track of time and place as he examines canopic jars in glass cases on raised pedestals and takes too long reading the information placards next to every item.

Just over an hour passes before Jungkook and Taehyung reach the end of the exhibit. Jungkook feels like hardly any time has passed at all.

“Wait,” Taehyung pinches the sleeve of Jungkook’s sweater as he’s about to push through the exit doors to return to the main hallway. “We have to take a picture as evidence.”

“Professor Jung is so silly for that. Who is going to lie about going to the art museum?” Jungkook says with a laugh.

Taehyung gives him another skeptical look. “You are too trusting.”

Jungkook lets Taehyung pull him into his side to take a selfie in front of the exhibit signage. Taehyung’s arm is a heavy weight around Jungkook’s waist. He tries not to be obvious when he breathes in deeply to cherish their brief closeness as Taehyung takes the photo before stepping away.

Not once does Jungkook question spending alone time with a predator or letting one get so close to him. Maybe he is too trusting.

“Do you want to leave now?” Jungkook asks once they’re out in the hallway.

He pulls at the sleeves of his sweater, giving himself sweater paws and avoiding Taehyung to look down the hall where the elevators are instead. He doesn’t want to leave because leaving means Taehyung will take him home, and Jungkook wants to spend more time with him. He’s just afraid to say that out loud.

“Want to go back to my place?” Taehyung asks like it’s the easiest question in the world.

Feeling hot in the face, Jungkook hides behind his ears when he mumbles a shakey, “Sure.”

“Cool, cool,” Taehyung nods, tail flicking as he leads Jungkook through the winding hallways to get back to the elevator lobby. “We can get food and work on our project.”

It takes everything in Jungkook not to launch himself into a hyperactive fit of wiggles, even with such a strong urge to jump at Taehyung, to throw his arms around his neck and latch on for dear life. It’s just too much excitement all bottled up in the young bunny’s body. He tries to focus on getting back to the elevators and keeping his heart beating at a normal rate, so much so that he doesn’t realize he’s leading the way rather than Taehyung. 

Jungkook has definitely taken them down the wrong hallway because they end up in the Renaissance era rather than the elevator lobby. He’s so hyped up on excitable energy verging on panic that he forgets to ask Taehyung to check the museum map. 

“Bun, look at this portrait.”

Noticing that Taehyung is no longer behind him, Jungkook backtracks down the long, wide hallway. Whichever painting has caught Taehyung’s eye must be unique; he seems picky about art.

“Wait,” Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s arm and pulls him to the side, positioning him for the perfect viewing experience. “Okay, now look.”

Following Taehyung’s gaze, Jungkook turns to look at the portrait — only to realize that the art hanging on the wall isn’t a painting, but a mirror. The sixteenth-century walnut frame is impressive, rectangular, and adorned with beautiful carvings and gold details painted around its curled edges. In the middle is an oval glass, clear as a teardrop.

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” Taehyung whispers, his eyes meeting Jungkook’s through the mirror from where he stands to the side. “Who knew such gorgeous bunnies existed in Renaissance Italy.”

Jungkook watches with shining eyes as his cheeks turn pink in the mirror. Taehyung’s praise floods his body with warmth even as Jungkook trembles when Taehyung takes a step closer.

“Stop teasing me,” Jungkook whispers, afraid his voice might echo through the empty hall.

“I’m serious,” Taehyung purrs against the curve of his ear. He curls his arms around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him close in a back hug and making Jungkook’s breath quicken.

“You’re just saying that.”

Taehyung maintains firm eye contact with Jungkook through the mirror as his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. He’s warm and solid against Jungkook’s body, securely holding him into place when he trembles.

“Are you nervous?”

Breathless, Jungkook nods.

“Because little bunnies should stay away from big, scary tigers like me?” Taehyung teases in a syrupy voice that’s darker than it is sweet.

Is that why Jungkook can’t calm himself down? He doesn’t know; he can’t think straight. He watches a slow smile build on Taehyung’s face, one that ends up sharp and, well, predatory.

“I…”

“Hmm?” 

Taehyung presses his palm against Jungkook’s lower stomach and rests his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I don’t know.”

Jungkook licks his lips like Taehyung had, leaving them slightly parted as he tries to slow his breathing. He feels Taehyung’s quiet chuckle rumble through his chest and against his back. It brings Jungkook’s attention to the rest of his body, and he nearly goes weak in the knees when he realizes his ass rests against Taehyung’s crotch.

“Can I kiss you, bun?” Taehyung whispers in Jungkook’s ear. 

Jungkook can hardly formulate a response, every coherent thought fizzling from his brain like water evaporating off a summer sidewalk. It’s embarrassing how badly he wants to feel Taehyung’s lips on his. Rarely has he let himself consider the possibility that it may happen, always too shy – perhaps even insecure – to let such a genuine thought grow inside him. 

But now Taehyung’s breath fans across Jungkook’s neck, and he wishes he’d let himself fantasize more about the predator who’s always on his mind. Maybe then he could have been confident and sexy rather than the goopy mess he’s turning into as Taehyung cups his chin to tilt his face up and to the side. 

“Am I embarrassing myself right now by reading this whole day wrong?” 

“Y-yes,” Jungkook stammers, cheeks flushing pink. “I mean, no, yes, you can kiss me. Please.”

Taehyung’s sharp mouth turns boxy, and a bit of his predatory allure falls back to reveal the boyish charm Jungkook only rarely gets a glimpse of. 

“Good,” Taehyung hums as he slides his hand along to grip the back of Jungkook’s neck. 

Jungkook’s breath gets caught in his throat when Taehyung squeezes his neck to hold him in place. His grip isn’t tight, but his hand is large, and his hold is firm. The odd sense of security it brings Jungkook makes him feel gooey inside. 

Despite his aggressive hold on Jungkook, Taehyung kisses him gently. It starts with a soft but sure press of Taehyung’s lips against Jungkook’s, close-mouthed and almost a test run, as if Taehyung thinks Jungkook might pull back if he dives in too deeply. 

When Jungkook doesn’t, Taehyung kisses him harder, running his tongue over the seam of Jungkook’s lips until they part with a small gasp. Emboldened, he sucks Jungkook’s bottom lip into his mouth, swiping his tongue and dragging his teeth over it before he lets it go with a wet sound far too loud for a museum’s hallway.

“I love that you smell like me,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s lips before capturing them again and slipping his hot tongue inside Jungkook’s mouth. 

Jungkook twists in Taehyung’s embrace so their fronts fully press together. Throwing one arm over Taehyung’s shoulder and using his free hand to grip the front of Taehyung’s shirt, Jungkook pulls him close so Taehyung can hold up his weight. There’s no way Jungkook can stand properly when Taehyung is sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip, coaxing out shameless whimpers from the bunny hybrid.

“You taste so good,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s lips when they finally pull back just enough to breathe. He slides his hands down Jungkook’s back to grab his ass, squeezing and kneading it in his large palms.

“Oh,” Jungkook gasps and tightens his arm around Taehyung’s neck. Heat floods his body as his floral scent sweetens and spikes so strongly that Taehyung audibly inhales. 

It’s Jungkook’s slick. He can feel it drip between his cheeks and soak his briefs. It’s embarrassing how his body pulses with desire, stronger than he has ever felt in his entire life.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” Taehyung growls as he surges forward to steal another kiss. The deep, gravelly sound makes Jungkook leak more slick. 

Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s ass again, this time pulling him closer when he does and forcing their hips to grind together.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook tries to speak through his uncontrollable whimpers. They’re making out in the middle of a museum, and now, Jungkook is so wet that he’s sure he has soaked through his pants. “Taehyung, there are cameras.”

“I know.” Taehyung grins into the kiss, causing his teeth to press against Jungkook’s lips.

It isn’t until Taehyung’s fingers brush Jungkook’s fluffy tail that Jungkook finally jerks away.

“Tae,” Jungkook rasps, panting and flooded with embarrassment that leaves his body shaking. “I’m, I, um...” 

Flustered, Jungkook trails off. He tries to look away, but Taehyung squeezes his chin, thumb pressing his cheek to force him to look at Taehyung. 

“Hey, bun,” Taehyung speaks softly, “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“My pants,” is all Jungkook manages to say, his brain a fuzzy mess, the only coherent thought being Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung. 

“Shit, take my jacket.” Taehyung quickly removes his jean jacket and wraps it around Jungkook’s waist, tying it by the sleeves at the front so the rest of the jacket covers Jungkook’s butt where his slick has leaked through his pants. 

“Can anyone tell?” Jungkook whispers while checking over his shoulder to see if other museum guests are nearby. 

“You’re okay.” Taehyung chews his bottom lip, cheeks tinged pink and eyes heavy. “I can take you home.”

“No!” 

Taehyung raises his eyebrows, and Jungkook feels his face burn even hotter. 

“You don’t want me to take you home?” 

Jungkook plays with the sleeves of Taehyung’s jacket, and a different kind of warmth floods his body when he considers how well Taehyung is trying to take care of him. He knows he should go home, but he doesn’t want to leave Taehyung – especially not with his lips tingling from his kiss and his head spinning from how Taehyung had sounded, practically moaning his name. 

“I thought we were going to work on our projects together…”

Jungkook doesn’t mean to put on the charm; his sparkly doe eyes naturally react to how giddy and alive Taehyung makes him feel.

With a grin that makes Jungkook’s stomach flutter, Taehyung grabs the jacket sleeves tied around Jungkook’s waist and tugs, forcing Jungkook to stumble toward him. It’s impossible to deny how much Jungkook enjoys Taehyung taking control and how Taehyung looms over him when they’re standing flush against each other – especially when Jungkook starts leaking even more slick. 

“Let’s go.” Taehyung’s sharp canines glint in the fluorescent lighting, and Jungkook finds it difficult to swallow. 

What has Jungkook gotten himself into?

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#happy things ✨ #venor #remmykinsff

[gimmethatagustd]

The way I loved Tae's room..it felt calming but also energizing.. I know that makes no sense but all the plants and the whole beige color scheme. - nah this totally makes sense! it was the vibe i was looking for honestly

can we talk about whinny grumbly jealous Tae?! - i am SUCH A SLUT for possessive partners in fanfic (that aren't super toxic jhsdkfs there are levels... tho i am problematic and i also love reading toxic shit too so sue me ig)

Hobi is a good Snek bro - SNAKE HOBI IS CANON !! CANON !!

venor (7) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,802

○ Warnings: Reference to past parental death, chase scene (you'll know when you get to it), what the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick

○ Notes: Somewhat of a content warning (?), a character in this chapter makes a joke about Taehyung (allegedly) having male tiger anatomy, which, if you know anything about tigers, is... odd, to put it nicely 😅 So just be prepared for that LOL. I remember the first time I read a tiger hybrid Taehyung fic with *whispers* barbed penises. Does anyone ever forget their first time with something like that?? For those of you who are not into that, don't worry. Venor Taehyung has a very normal dick. I'm just a clown.

○ Post Date: March 12, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

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Taehyung’s sweatpants are massive on Jungkook. Black and loose, they’re a different style than the tight, tapered fit that Jungkook is accustomed to wearing. He has to roll the pants a few times at the waistband so they aren’t as baggy on his legs and fit his hips a little tighter.

Embarrassment colors Jungkook’s cheeks; he swears he’s been blushing ever since Taehyung kissed him. Touching his hot skin with cool fingertips, he checks his appearance in the bathroom mirror, leaning over the edge of the sink counter to get a better look at himself. The bathroom is much cleaner than he expected, with a clear counter and unblemished mirror. Perhaps it’s wrong for him to make assumptions about a predator’s dormitory based on what he has heard from other people. Proud of his open-mindedness, Jungkook often becomes disappointed in himself when he has such thoughts. Luckily, spending time with Taehyung has helped Jungkook understand more.

As Yoongi said, Jungkook still has much to learn, but he isn’t afraid of that process like many other prey seem to be.

Taking a deep breath to calm his thunderous heart, Jungkook grabs his dirty skinny jeans from where he neatly folded them on the closed toilet lid. The slick-stained parts are folded inward so he can avoid touching the damp fabric and furthering his embarrassment. Considering he had to sit on Taehyung’s jacket during the car ride home makes it even worse, so Jungkook tries shoving that thought deep in his brain. He can fret over that later at night while trying to fall asleep — a problem for Future Jungkook.

Not to mention how his scent had clouded the car so severely that Taehyung had to lower the windows.

“You okay, bun?”

Taehyung’s voice breaks Jungkook from his spiraling thoughts. He gives himself one last look in the mirror before slowly turning the doorknob and slipping out of the bathroom with light steps.

Predator dorms are comparable to prey dorms. They’re also in apartment style, though each roommate has a private bedroom, rather than sharing like Jungkook and Yoongi do. It seems rather unfair, even though Taehyung claims the reason is because predators are too big to share such small rooms.

Jungkook thinks having his own space would be nice, particularly during the embarrassing parts of adult life… heats. Yoongi and Jungkook have yet to have one this year, and neither have been brave enough to have a conversation about what will happen once they do.

Another problem for Future Jungkook.

Taehyung has his backpack slung over his shoulder, and Jungkook’s in his hand, where Jungkook finds him standing in the hallway. He has also changed, now wearing sweatpants identical to Jungkook’s. With fluffy hair and such casual clothes, Taehyung looks unbelievably domestic and soft — so different than how he usually appears. It makes Jungkook feel even warmer in the face.

“Hi,” Jungkook greets, taking his backpack from Taehyung. “Thank you for letting me borrow these.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Short and to the point, Taehyung punctuates his statement with a lopsided grin before gesturing for Jungkook to follow him to his bedroom. It may be pathetic how easily Taehyung affects Jungkook, even without speaking much at all, but at this point, Jungkook has accepted it.

He’s in over his head, and he doesn’t care.

“You can take the desk or the bed,” Taehyung offers as he gets comfortable in his bed with his backpack at his side.

His bed is relatively large, so it’s pushed up against the wall in one corner of the bedroom to make space for the rest of his furniture.

Being in Taehyung’s bedroom is a strange feeling. After seeing Taehyung as a mystery for so much of the semester, Jungkook is now gaining insider knowledge about Taehyung’s life, making him more enamored with the tiger hybrid. 

"Y'know, you're not supposed to do homework in your bed. It can mess with your sleep cycle," Jungkook points out, but still gets settled next to Taehyung on the bed. They sit facing each other, Taehyung at the top of the bed and Jungkook at the bottom. 

"And yet here you are." Taehyung smirks and takes out his laptop. 

"Leave me alone." 

Taehyung does just that, turning his focus to the assignment they're working on. 

Despite Jungkook’s nervousness at the art museum, he sits cross-legged on Taehyung’s bed without his stomach twisting into knots. Instead, he feels comforted, surrounded by Taehyung’s scent and the quiet lofi playlist shuffling through the Bluetooth speaker on the dresser. 

It helps that Taehyung’s bedroom has a relaxing aura. The room is dotted with plants, some in large pots on the floor in the corners that aren’t occupied by beige and forest green furniture, others in tiny pots decorating his dresser and the small desk against the wall opposite his bed. The walls are painted a soft, mossy green — something Jungkook didn’t realize students were allowed to do in their dormitories. There may be a stereotype in the thought, but Jungkook can’t help thinking that Taehyung’s room is like a mini forest.

“I really like how you decorate your room,” Jungkook compliments Taehyung with a small smile.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” Taehyung doesn’t look up from his laptop, but his cheeks turn a dusty pink.

Taehyung’s reaction makes Jungkook’s smile grow. He loves how shy Taehyung gets when complimented, almost as though he can’t handle a taste of his own medicine, though Jungkook is nowhere near as sauve as Taehyung is.

“My, uh, my eomma used to love plants,” Taehyung says softly. “She worked at a greenhouse and would always bring home seeds for me to plant in our garden at home.”

Taehyung’s response comes after a few minutes of silence, almost long enough for Jungkook to have forgotten what they were talking about. His curly bangs fall into his eyes, and his head is bent, so Jungkook doesn’t have a clear view of his face, but he notices Taehyung’s use of past tense when referring to his mother.

“Did you get any of these from her?”

When he looks up, Taehyung’s face is stoic. He points to a small but tall, leafy plant in a pot on the windowsill beside the bed. The pot is simple terracotta and sits on a matching plate to capture water leakage.

“It’s a geranium. They’re perennial flowers, so they last forever, really, if you care for them properly. I’ve had that one for four years.”

Taehyung’s ears perk up, and his eyes sparkle as he looks at the plant with what Jungkook realizes is affection. Coupling that with the excitable flick of Taehyung’s tail, Jungkook isn’t sure if his heart can handle all of it.

“What color is it when it blooms?”

“It starts kind of white? But when it fully blooms, it’s a light pink. It has all these little clusters…” Taehyung trails off and clears his throat, ducking his head again when he catches Jungkook staring at him.

Deciding to let the topic end organically, Jungkook doesn’t press Taehyung any further. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside, appreciative of Taehyung sharing what seems like personal information about himself he must not talk about with many other people.

For a while, they work in silence. They’re required to research and write an analysis of a piece of artwork from the museum and end the semester with a presentation that they give to the rest of the class. Since Jungkook and Taehyung have picked the same artwork — a bust of Nefertiti — they decide to pair up for the presentation.

It’s logical to work together. It doesn’t mean anything. Right?

Jungkook doesn’t think it does. They’ve spent nearly two hours at Taehyung’s dorm, and not once has Taehyung done anything to imply that he’s interested in Jungkook, despite what happened at the museum. Jungkook isn’t sure if he should feel relieved or rejected. He also has minimal experience with this kind of stuff, so he’s not sure what’s supposed to happen anyway. 

Despite their studious focus, it doesn’t take Jungkook long to interrupt Taehyung’s work again.

“Do you think predators and prey should be separated all the time?” Jungkook asks, pausing his work on the document he has pulled up on his laptop. He watches Taehyung do the same when he sets his laptop on the bed beside him.

“Kind of?” Taehyung responds after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowed in thought like they had been at the art museum. “Why?”

“I think it’s dumb. What’s so different about me and you?” Jungkook gestures to Taehyung and then himself with a wave of his hand. “We’re all the same, really.” 

“Are we?” Taehyung asks with an amused smirk. He leans his shoulder against the wall and keeps his feline eyes locked on Jungkook’s face. 

“Yes…” The way Taehyung asks makes Jungkook feel like he’s somehow wrong. 

“I think there are a lot of differences between me and you.” 

“Well, of course, there are some differences…” Jungkook trails off when Taehyung ghosts his fingers along the curve of his knee. The touch trails goosebumps along his skin despite the barrier of fabric the sweatpants provide. 

“Prey are open books, Jungkook,” Taehyung says with his feline eyes still on Jungkook. “Predators keep things hidden, and that’s why we have to be separate in school, until we learn how to stay hidden.” 

Jungkook frowns. It’s an ominous response, too vague for Jungkook to understand. A part of him wants to tell Taehyung that he’s the first predator Jungkook has ever met, but he’s afraid of what Taehyung might think. Before, it didn’t seem important, but now…

There’s something new about the atmosphere in the bedroom that puts Jungkook on edge. It feels too hot, like Taehyung’s body heat is flooding the room. His skin prickles with goosebumps along his sides where his cropped sweater doesn’t reach the waistband of his sweatpants. It’s akin to a fever that sweeps over one’s body like a thunderstorm.

Suddenly astutely aware of his own body, Jungkook’s breathing quickens, coming out as shallow breaths that make his chest flutter. Each burst of breath leaves him feeling dizzier than the last. 

Clearing his throat, Jungkook asks, “What does that even mean? What’s hidden?” 

“Urges,” Taehyung murmurs, his tone lower than it had been. When Taehyung blinks, a shiver crawls down Jungkook’s spine, and his feverish skin grows cold. 

Taehyung’s pupils are dilated.

Run.

The command echoes from deep inside Jungkook’s brain. He holds his breath, gulping it down as he watches Taehyung’s pink tongue glide across his canines. 

Releasing the fluffy blanket comforter he’s sitting on from cramped fingers, Jungkook wipes his clammy hands on the blanket. He slams his laptop shut and scrambles off the bed right before Taehyung grabs him. 

His heart pounds in his chest as he makes a break for the bedroom door on shaky legs. When he flings the door open, he nearly slips.

“Come back, little bunny,” Taehyung calls out as Jungkook sprints down the hallway, the dark tone of his voice cut with an amused edge. 

Taehyung doesn’t bother running; he doesn’t need to. He’s already fast with a wide gait, covering more ground with long legs than Jungkook can. 

The dorm doesn’t have anywhere for Jungkook to hide. Everywhere he turns is a dead end. At first, he considers the kitchen, but it’s large and fairly empty, with only the kitchen table and chairs to hide beneath. Making a last-minute decision, he bolts for the living room, skidding around the corner as his socks slide on the wood flooring.

“Jungkook, come back,” Taehyung says in a singsong voice that makes the hair on the back of Jungkook’s neck stand up.

Jungkook’s bright eyes scan the living room, bouncing back and forth to find somewhere to go. Sweat beads along his hairline, and his body feels warm and soupy, even with the adrenaline pumping through him. Part of him wants to run, but there’s another, scarier part that wants to submit to the predator stalking him in the hall.

Taehyung is playing. Even though Jungkook knows little about predators, he knows Taehyung is playing with him. If Taehyung were serious, he would have snatched Jungkook already. Still, it feels real. Perhaps it’s because neither of them are thinking with their human brains.

Climbing over the couch to hide behind it, Jungkook crouches just as Taehyung pokes his head in the living room.

“I know you’re in here, bun,” Taehyung murmurs. Jungkook hears him inhale deeply through his nose with a pleased rumble in his chest.

Jungkook almost wants to say something, to expose himself. Jungkook knows he shouldn’t, though he doesn’t know why or how he knows that. The adrenaline rush and heightened senses flooding his system wipe away any rational thought, until the only thing Jungkook can think about is Taehyung. 

The wood floor creaks as Taehyung walks through the living room. He's close enough that Jungkook can smell him. His scent is different, though. It’s richer, earthier, more primal. Breathing it in makes Jungkook’s mouth dry, and, to his horror, he feels slick trickle between his cheeks. 

He claps his hand over his mouth to keep quiet as he hears Taehyung’s steps get closer. Still, he screams when Taehyung hops over the back of the couch and lands on his feet beside where he crouches. 

“Taehyung!” Jungkook squeals when Taehyung wraps his arms around his waist and throws him onto the couch, his body bouncing slightly on the springy cushions. 

Jungkook’s high squeal ends in a fit of panicked giggles when Taehyung looms over him.

“Do you get it now, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks with a voice so deep that Jungkook swears he feels it rumble in his own chest.

Taehyung’s eyes are still wild, pupils blown out, as he kneels on the couch. He keeps one knee between Jungkook’s spread legs and leans forward with his hands on either side of Jungkook’s head, just above his shoulders. Taehyung’s ears lie flat, getting lost in his coppery curls, and his tail swishes behind him.

“Yes,” Jungkook whispers. It’s more of a question than a confirmation.

“I could devour you.”

Taehyung speaks against the soft hollow of Jungkook’s neck, the light touch of his soft lips making Jungkook sigh. He pulls at the collar of Jungkook’s sweater with his teeth, lightly grazing the skin beneath. 

“Taehyung…” 

Jungkook quickly forgets what he is going to say when he feels the tip of Taehyung’s tongue flick against the scent gland on his neck. Too reminiscent of a mating bite, Jungkook instinctually grabs Taehyung’s head, his fingers slipping into Taehyung’s curls and brushing against his fuzzy ears. The action draws a low rumble from Taehyung that Jungkook recognizes as a purr. 

The sound of the front door unlocking and swinging open makes Jungkook jolt. He tightens his grip on Taehyung’s hair and tries pushing him away when he hears footsteps coming down the hall. 

“What the fuck!” A vaguely familiar voice shrieks, finally breaking Taehyung out of whatever trance he’d been in. 

Blinking a few times as he sits up on the couch, Taehyung’s pupils slowly constrict until they return to their normal size. He takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring, and turns to look at Hoseok, who stands in the living room doorway. 

“Hi,” Taehyung growls. Clearing his throat, he tries greeting his roommate again, “Hi, Hobi hyung.”

The snake hybrid looks past Taehyung to stare at Jungkook. Jungkook’s face is on fire, not only because he has been caught in a rather compromising position with Taehyung but also because he’s wet and hard. 

“Taehyung,” Hoseok whines with a defeated slump of his shoulders, “How many times do I have to tell you not to fuck people in the living room! I hate it! I hate walking in on you! It’s never not going to be awkward; I don’t care how many years we live together!” 

Jungkook scowls without meaning to. It's a tiny scrunch of his face born out of the mention that Taehyung has had sex with people on that couch. He thinks Taehyung notices his sour look out of the corner of his eye or perhaps the sour note to his scent, but he doesn't say anything. 

With an irritated grumble, Taehyung grabs one of the small decorative pillows on the couch and chucks it at Hoseok. 

“We’re not fucking!” 

Hoseok’s tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, and Jungkook realizes it’s forked at the tip. 

“It smells like you are!” 

“Well, we’re not.” 

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung hauls himself off the couch. He offers Jungkook his hand, and Jungkook accepts it eagerly, needing all the help he can get to stand. 

The fear of getting caught and the annoyance at Taehyung's sex life washed over Jungkook like an ice bath, cooling his body down until he’s only half hard, his arousal not noticeable through his sweatpants but still apparent in his scent. After today, Jungkook isn’t sure if he ever wants to step foot outside his dorm ever again. 

“Um, hi,” Jungkook says quietly with a small wave in Hoseok’s direction. 

Despite his annoyance with Taehyung, Hoseok beams when he realizes Jungkook is the poor person who had been beneath Taehyung. 

“Jungkook-ah! It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to properly greet you and prevent Taehyung from jumping you,” Hoseok glares at Taehyung, who refuses to look anywhere but at the floor. “Our first prey guest in our apartment, and he’s attacked by a wild animal. Lovely.” 

Hoseok throws his hands up and turns on his heel, dropping his backpack in the hall as he makes his way to the kitchen. 

“Are you all hungry? We’ve got beer, and I kind of want to order pizza,” Hoseok shouts from the kitchen. 

Finally looking up, Taehyung gives Jungkook a small smile. 

“Sorry, bun, I…” Taehyung rubs the back of his neck and doesn’t look Jungkook in the eyes. He clears his throat again, still unable to shake the roughness of his tone, and seems to go in a different direction with his thoughts. “Do you need new pants again?” 

Mortified, Jungkook covers his face with his hands and slowly nods. 

Even after Taehyung has gotten him yet another pair of sweatpants, Jungkook can barely keep his embarrassment inside. He doesn't understand what came over him - or Taehyung, for that matter. They'd both acted so strangely, so animalistic. It's equal parts terrifying and exciting. There’s not much in life that Jungkook feels he can say in absolutes, but he knows for a fact that he’s not going to survive Kim Taehyung.

Jungkook quickly realizes that having Hoseok around cuts down on the strange, heavy tension between Jungkook and Taehyung. He serves as a social buffer, it being impossible to feel anything but excitable joy around a man who blooms like a sunflower in summer. He follows through with ordering them pizza, insisting that, as their guest, Jungkook doesn’t need to pay. Even when Jungkook accidentally lets slip an enthusiastic little wiggle when the food arrives, Hoseok doesn’t bat an eye.

The three of them crowd together on the couch with a massive pizza box open on the coffee table in front of them and an anime Jungkook has never watched playing on the TV. A few empty beer bottles surround the box, most belonging to Hoseok and Taehyung. Beer always seemed like such a predator drink that Jungkook never acquired a taste for it.

Jungkook is pleased to learn that Hoseok isn’t as scary as he initially assumed he would be as a snake hybrid. At one point, he even lets Jungkook touch his scales.

“Honestly, I don’t have much feeling in my scales,” Hoseok explains as he offers Jungkook his arm. “I guess if you, like, stabbed me, I would feel it. It would be hard, though. They’re tough.”

White scales creep around Hoseok’s wrist and travel up his arm in small patches, circling his elbow and dotting a path to his shoulder that disappears beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. Jungkook touches the scales gently with two fingers even though Hoseok insists that nothing Jungkook does will be uncomfortable. They’re much smoother than Jungkook expected, reflecting the colorful scenes flashing across the TV screen.

“They’re cool,” Jungkook says with a smile.

Taehyung shifts in his seat, twisting to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch and his chin in his hand. He sighs loudly as he does it, which makes Jungkook side-eye him, but Hoseok doesn’t pay him any mind.

“Thank you!” A friendly grin follows everything Hoseok says.

“Really cool, actually. I wish I had something more fun about myself.”

“You do!” Hoseok gently hits Jungkook’s arm to scold him. “Your ears are so fun!”

Jungkook gives Hoseok a skeptical look that he also ignores.

“Can you lift them up? Like straight in the air?” Hoseok asks as he reaches out to touch one of Jungkook’s ears.

Before Hoseok’s fingers brush against the tip of Jungkook's ear, Taehyung grips Jungkook's thigh. It’s a rough squeeze that makes Jungkook’s entire body tingle. When Jungkook and Hoseok give Taehyung incredulous looks, he makes a sound almost like a whine in the back of his throat. He tries to mask it with a cough, but Hoseok is already on his case.

“Aish, I’ll fuck off if you’re going to be annoying, Tae,” Hosek grumbles. He abandons his mission to feel Jungkook’s silky ears and reaches for another slice of pizza instead.

“It’s fine,” Taehyung sounds strained as he speaks. “We’re good.”

Maybe Jungkook should feel offended or even concerned that Taehyung is behaving so possessively. Instead, it makes him feel a fuzzy sense of euphoria that turns his brain to soup. He’s so content that he finds himself too forthcoming with his affection, easily nestling against Taehyung’s side once he finishes his pizza.

“If my parents knew I was hanging out with two predators, they’d try to pull me out of school,” Jungkook muses.

“Really?” Hoseok asks between sips of the last beer. He’s bright pink in the face, and his previous energy seems depleted.

“Mhm, they are really… cautious with me.”

“Jungkook was sheltered,” Taehyung adds on unnecessarily, earning from Jungkook a playful elbow to the ribs.

Jungkook’s eyes are on the anime, but his mind is on Taehyung, who slowly slips his arm around his shoulder to pull him closer. The action takes forever, almost as if Taehyung doesn’t want anyone to notice what he’s doing. It’s cute how subtle he’s trying to be and how terrible he is at it.

“Did you come from a rural area?” Hoseok asks, humming when Jungkook affirms his suspicions. “Me too. People are way more open-minded in the city. Seoul hardly has any places that aren’t integrated. It’s nice, honestly. My best friend is a calico.”

Jungkook perks up; his bunny teeth are more noticeable when he parts his mouth in a tiny gasp.

“Really? Who is it? My roommate is a cat. Maybe they know each other.”

Taehyung laughs at his eagerness, but Jungkook doesn’t care. There’s a sense of desperation clawing at his chest to know that there are other predator-prey relationships that work out.

“Park Jimin. He’s in our year, studying fashion. To be honest, he doesn’t really like predators all that much, but doesn't mind Taehyung for some reason. He hangs out over here a lot, so maybe you can meet him! I mean, if you come back to visit…”

Hoseok’s eyes slit for a moment when he leans forward to look around Jungkook at Taehyung.

Taehyung refuses to look at either of them when he responds, “If Jungkook wants to.

“If you haven’t terrified him with your wild behavior,” Hoseok snaps, but his eyes crinkle with mischief. “Big cats are the worst, Jungkook-ah. Terribly territorial and grumpy as hell. Especially the males. They love being loners until it’s time to get their prickly dicks wet.”

“That’s a myth!” Taehyung launches forward to pinch Hoseok in the side. The snake hybrid doesn’t even flinch; he only sticks out his tongue and triumphantly announces that Taehyung got his scales instead of skin.

“What’s a myth?” Jungkook looks between Hoseok and Taehyung, one wearing a grin and the other a grimace.

“Tiger hybrids have barbed dicks.” Hoseok cackles as Taehyung reaches over Jungkook again to punch Hoseok wherever he can.

“They have what?” Jungkook gasps, drawing up his legs to press his knees to his chest as though in a protective manner.

“We do not!”

“Like fucking daggers, Jungkook-ah.”

“They’re not!”

“Slice and dice you like a cheese grater.”

In horror, Jungkook’s eyes drop to look at Taehyung’s crotch, and Hoseok laughs even harder.

“Hyung!” Taehyung whines, pulling back to cross his arms against his chest like a petulant child. “Bun, don’t listen to him. It’s a myth.”

Hoseok knocks his head back to drain the last of his beer, then stands up and begins gathering the other empty bottles and dishes. He seems trustworthy, but Jungkook doesn’t know what to make of the conversation. Prey-only schools never teach predator anatomy. Prey are supposed to mate with other prey, not predators. There was no reason to know anything other than what rabbits are like.

“All I’m saying is,” Hoseok adjusts his grip to hold the rest of the bottles, “as one of Taehyung’s best friends, I find it suspicious that I’ve never seen his dick before.”

“Hyung! Fuck off!”

With a final hiss of laughter, Hoseok disappears into the kitchen to finish cleaning up.

Jungkook twists in his seat to stare at Taehyung once Hoseok is gone, and he's enamored by the flustered look that greets him.

“A cheese grater?” Jungkook asks with a grin that he tries to bite back, teeth pressing into his bottom lip.

Taehyung groans and throws his head back against the couch.

“It’s a myth, bun. I swear to god.” 

Jungkook’s heart beats in the middle of his throat, anticipating what he’s about to say next. It’s carefully calculated, even if it’s a bad idea. The prospect of it being a bad idea makes what he says even more exciting.

“I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen and his lips part, but he doesn’t speak. Maybe he doesn’t know what to say; maybe he knows what he wants to say, but Jungkook has left him speechless. His sharp eyes go round as he watches Jungkook get up, growing almost comically wide when Jungkook bends down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I have to go now, bye!” Jungkook flings his backpack over his shoulder and scurries out of the living room, with Taehyung scrambling to get up behind him.

“Bun, wait!”

Ignoring Taehyung’s calls, Jungkook quickly ducks his head in the kitchen to wish Hoseok a good night.

“See you later, Hoseok-ssi!”

Busy washing dishes, Hoseok wiggles his butt in a goodbye. “Call me hyung, Jungkook-ah. We’re animals here, fuck respectability politics.”

Whatever else Hoseok has to say is lost to Jungkook as he rushes through the front door before Taehyung can catch up. It took everything in Jungkook’s power to summon the courage to flirt so brazenly with Taehyung, to be so inappropriate, and he doesn’t think he can face Taehyung after saying something like that. Making a quick escape is his only option if he wants to survive!

Jungkook is almost in the clear, nearly shutting the front door when a hand grabs the edge of the door before he can pull it all the way closed. He lets go of the doorknob while Taehyung’s other hand finds the nape of Jungkook’s neck.

The kiss Taehyung pulls Jungkook into is sweeter than he expects, almost delicate in how Taehyung’s lips glide against his. They keep their distance, each on opposite sides of the threshold, only their lips and Taehyung’s hand connecting them.

Taehyung sighs as he pulls away, and Jungkook responds with a sound just as soft despite the dangerous flip of his stomach.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Taehyung asks, letting his arm fall to his side.

Of course, Jungkook wants him to, but Taehyung shouldn’t. It would be bad enough to have a predator on the prey side of campus, adding that night as finally set, Jungkook wouldn’t want to get Taehyung into even more trouble if he were to get caught where he isn’t supposed to be.

“I’ll be okay,” Jungkook insists. “I know how to kickbox.”

With a roll of his eyes and a smile he can’t contain, Taehyung leans against the doorframe and nods toward the elevator.

“Get outta here before someone eats you,” Taehyung murmurs. Somehow, Jungkook knows this is his way of wishing him a good night.

“I had a lot of fun hanging out with you, Tae.” Jungkook tests out the nickname and grins when Taehyung’s tail flicks as it does when he’s pleased, even if he doesn’t want to say it out loud.

“Go on,” Taehyung swats Jungkook on the butt once he turns around, making Jungkook jolt forward.

If Taehyung’s cheeks are bright pink by the time he closes the front door, it’s good that Jungkook knows how to keep a secret.

-

vante95

did you make it ok?

jkookie

Yup! 

The real threat to my life was Yoongi hyung

He was mad that I forgot to text him while I was at your dorm

vante95

he probably thought i snatched you up 

jkookie

You kind of did...

vante95

anyway

lmk when you finish your part of the presentation

i'm almost done with mine

jkookie

Oh so we aren't going to talk about it?? 

vante95

the presentation?

jkookie

🫠

vante95

😘

jkookie

Taehyung

vante95

go to sleep

it's past your bedtime

jkookie

No

Jungkook nearly drops his phone on his face when it vibrates and Taehyung’s contact photo appears on the screen with the notification that there’s an incoming video call. Panicking, Jungkook sits up in his bed and runs his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up and praying he doesn’t look like he’s been lying in bed for an hour, basking in the comforting smell of Taehyung that still blankets him.

Why does Taehyung have to video call him? It’s nearly two in the morning!

“Hi,” Jungkook greets once he accepts the call, nearly sounding out of breath. It’s understandable, considering Taehyung is also lying in bed, propped up against the head of his bed, but shirtless.

The video stops at Taehyung’s collarbones, which is still enough to make Jungkook’s brain short-circuit. He can practically feel the gears grinding to a halt inside his head. There might as well be smoke coming out of his ears.

“Why are you so bossy?” Taehyung’s voice is crackly and thick, and his eyes droop like he’s been dozing off.

How are you so cute yet so hot? Jungkook wants to answer Taehyung’s question with one of his own, but he isn’t always so brave. Even if he was, he can’t seem to formulate words.

“Bun.”

“I’m,” Jungkook stops short when he drops his phone and fumbles as he tries to lift it to his face again. “I’m not bossy. I just don’t let people tell me what to do.”

Smiling lazily, Taehyung hums as he folds one arm behind his head.

“I like that about you.”

“W-What is wrong with you?” Jungkook blurts and immediately regrets his impulsiveness when Taehyung laughs.

“I don’t know. A lot of things, probably,” Taehyung shrugs, the lazy smile still there. “What’s wrong with you?”

Jungkook supposes there are a lot of things wrong with him for pining after a predator. As Yoongi said, prey are hardwired to avoid predators. It’s part of their instincts that evolution has yet to weed out. Yet here is Jungkook, fawning over Taehyung without shame.

“You’re the first predator I’ve ever met,” Jungkook admits sheepishly.

He wonders if it’s the wrong thing to say because Taehyung is silent once the confession is out in the open. It hangs in the air between them despite their distance.

“For real?”

Jungkook nods.

“Wow.”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to laugh, though his laughter lacks the humor Taehyung’s had. He knows it’s weird to be in his early twenties and has had so few interactions with people different than him. Despite the shame that truth brings, it also makes Jungkook proud of himself for how hard he has pushed to break out of the sheltered environment his parents created for him.

“Well, are you impressed?”

Jungkook masks how flustered he feels by rolling his eyes and sinking further into his bed so Taehyung can’t see the bottom half of his face.

“I guess. I didn’t have very high expectations,” Jungkook huffs.

Taehyung’s grin widens, and his face softens into the boyish look Jungkook loves so much.

“You must be if you’re still wearing my clothes.”

Properly scandalized, Jungkook sits up and glares at Taehyung. It’s another ruse, a disguise of his feelings because he’s shocked by how overt Taehyung is being.

“So what if I am?” Jungkook challenges.

“Nothing. It’s cute,” Taehyung murmurs, “It kinda drives me crazy.”

“Does it?” Jungkook whispers.

His heart hammers in his chest as he watches Taehyung lick his lips, Taehyung's gaze weighing heavily on him despite it being through a screen. That gaze alone is enough to make Jungkook’s body tremble.

“Yeah,” Taehyung hums. “But that’s a conversation for later. It’s past your bedtime.”

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tries to relax his body. He shouldn’t get so worked up over nothing. Taehyung isn’t really nothing, though, is he?

“I hope you sleep well, Tae.”

“You too, bun,” Taehyung says with a smile. “Oh, are you doing anything next weekend?”

“Nothing really.” On edge, Jungkook shakes his head and tries not to get his hopes up about whatever Taehyung is talking about.

“Cool. Don’t make any plans for Friday night.”

“Why not?”

Taehyung laughs softly, the sound nearly a low purr. Jungkook gets the sudden desire to curl up next to Taehyung and feel that purr with his head against Taehyung’s chest.

“Just don’t make plans, alright?” Taehyung insists. Despite how sleepy Taehyung is and the dim lighting of his bedroom, his phone camera still picks up the sparkle in his eyes. “Night, bun.”

“Night, Tae.”

The video call ends, but Jungkook’s heart continues racing in his chest as he replays the conversation in his head.

It kinda drives me crazy.

Rolling over onto his stomach, Jungkook buries his face in his pillow and tries to breathe in his own scent to calm himself down — only to realize that he has managed to make everything smell like Taehyung.

Maybe Taehyung kind of drives Jungkook crazy, too.

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#remmykinsff #happy things ✨ #venor

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💜BTS is/in Art💜

Where are you, Min Yoongi? 🤣

ART USED: Saint-Malo, Arnold Lakhovsky (1880-1937

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Arnold Lakhovsky (1880-1937) was a painter and sculptor of Ukrainian-Jewish descent, he was known for his landscape paintings. He later lived and worked in Paris (where Saint-Malo is) and New York City.

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The sick reality is that many of the renowned academics and writers among Gaza's thousands of martyrs will, in twenty years time, be quoted and memorialised by the same universities and institutions that have denigrated them and enabled their slaughter.

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V + SUCHWITA

#i love him so much it makes me sick #gif #daddy taehyung

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thank you so much for reading and reblogging my fic! i was hoping that it would come off as joyful. i wanted to make sure that i created a happy story that felt real 💜 and characters who were supportive of each other

i'm glad you enjoyed reading it!

collard greens | kth

Working as a counselor at a summer camp for kids isn't the most exciting job, but hanging out with Taehyung makes it worth it.

○ Pairing: Taehyung x trans man!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: A classic Jai weed fic, friends to lovers, summer camp au, smut, fluff

○ 13 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Camp Counselor)

○ Word Count: 3,670

○ Warnings: Some body/gender dysphoria, reference to top surgery, reference to hormone therapy, marijuana, oral sex, (self) hand job, Jai didn't proofread this jhsdkjfsk sorry friends

○ Notes: Today is International Transgender Day of Visibility, created to celebrate trans and nonbinary people worldwide. Particularly on Tumblr and with reader-insert BTS fanfic, there is little representation of trans and nonbinary characters. Readers are often written as AFAB and use she/her pronouns and traditionally feminine terms to describe their genitalia (even when listed as gender-neutral readers). I wanted to share a story that explicitly focuses on a trans reader. I welcome everyone to read this story, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. As F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, "That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." 

○ Disclaimer: The trans community is diverse, and this fic doesn't represent all trans and nonbinary people's experiences. If you'd like to learn more about how to be an ally for trans and nonbinary people, check out this article from the Human Rights Campaign. 

○ Post Date: March 31, 2024

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○ What was Jai listening to? A weed playlist

“Did you know that smoking weed makes your sperm count decrease?” 

You scrunch your nose at Taehyung’s vulgar question, but he doesn’t notice. He’s nearly cross-eyed as he licks along the edge of the blunt he just rolled with expert fingers. 

“Not me,” you challenge. “Maybe you.” 

Taehyung stares at you for a moment. You can practically see the gears turning in his head before he sticks the blunt between his lips and speaks around it. 

“Shit, yeah.” 

The summer air, thick with humidity, doesn’t help when your face heats up from Taehyung’s mistake. It’s funny how seemingly inconsequential moments—like Taehyung forgetting that you don’t have the same parts as him—can bring you such euphoria. Taehyung has always been good at that, though. He’s never treated you differently, singled you out, or made you feel like you aren’t enough or are too much.

You’re just two dudes perched on a mossy rock in the middle of the woods, smoking a blunt while the camp kids you’re supposed to be taking care of are asleep in their cabins.

Simple as that. 

Taehyung pauses to light the end of the blunt and inhales deeply, drawing smoke through his pink lips and exhaling it slowly. The thick cloud doesn’t have a chance to disappear into the night sky before Taehyung breathes it back in through his nose. 

Rolling your eyes at Taehyung’s unnecessary display of stoner prowess, you take the blunt from his pinched grip and curl your lips around the tip. 

“Are you trying to say weed is, like, male birth control?” you ask, smoke coming out of your mouth in disjointed puffs and streams between your teeth while you talk. 

“It basically is.”

“That feels very unreliable.” 

Your fingers brush against each other every time you pass the blunt between you. The contact makes your arm tingle, and the feeling wiggles down the right side of your body the more times you reach for the blunt. 

“I mean, I smoke, like, every day, and I haven’t knocked anyone up yet,” Taehyung admits with a shrug. 

You nearly choke. 

“You’re fucking people raw, Tae?” 

“Shhh!” Taehyung giggles with his index finger to your lips. You grab his wrist and try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge. 

“Taehyung,” you whisper, but he pinches your top and bottom lips together to keep you quiet. It’s useless; his giggles are louder than you are.

“Listen,” Taehyung grins as he brings the blunt to his lips. Yours are still pinched together with his other hand. “I got tested before camp started, and I got no babies.” 

“That’s not–” 

“I know the test is for STIs, not babies, obviously!” Taehyung squawks, shoving you hard on the shoulder when you finally free yourself from him with a giggle, almost sending you flying off the rock. “I’m just saying I got neither.” 

“Alright, alright! I believe you. No STIs, no babies.” 

“Exactly.” Taehyung winks at you as he exhales a thick cloud of smoke. 

Since you’re sitting next to each other, it’s impossible to escape the shy embarrassment Taehyung triggers in you. He has no business looking as good as he does when he smokes. It’s his lips and eyes, you think, watching him take another hit. The perfect pink bow of his upper lip and the plushness of his bottom lip make his mouth look pretty when the smoke swirls out of it. 

When he looks at you through the smoke that surrounds you, his eyes are dark and lidded, a heavy gaze that weighs on you as you bring the blunt to your lips.

“Do you want me to roll another one?” Taehyung asks, his voice rough and thick, after a few more passes of the blunt between you. 

It doesn’t feel like you’ve been outside for a long time, but a quick glance at your phone tells you it’s way past time to return to your cabin. 

“We should head back, unfortunately,” you say with a sigh, “Waking up in the morning is going to fucking suck.” 

“There’s probably just this last hit left.” 

You wave away Taehyung’s offer of the blunt now smoked down to a pinched nub.

“I started it, so you have to end it,” Taehyung insists.

“Fine, come here.” 

You’ve shotgunned weed with someone before. Although people may call it a shotgun kiss, it isn’t a real kiss. The person who inhales the smoke is supposed to blow the smoke into the other person’s mouth. Sure, that requires getting close to the other person, but it doesn’t require mouth-to-mouth contact. Everyone knows this, especially someone who smokes as much as Taehyung does.

So why does Taehyung lean in too close to press his lips against yours when you blow the smoke into his mouth?

It’s quiet outside, just the chatter of insects and other forest dwellers breaking the still summer night, so you easily hear the breathy way Taehyung inhales the smoke you’ve passed to him. It’s a soft, gentle sound that makes your entire body tingle, starting where his plush lips connect with yours.

Have you wondered if Taehyung’s lips are as soft as they look? Of course, you have; who hasn’t? Taehyung is easily one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever met, but he has always been just a camp friend.

You’ve known Taehyung for years, spending half of every summer together at this camp since you were kids, eventually becoming counselors once you aged out of the program. Despite living in different cities and attending different universities, you’ve maintained an unlikely friendship through camp. 

However, now you’re wondering if you’ve been reading your relationship all wrong.

Taehyung pulls away and turns his head to the side to exhale the smoke before cupping the back of your head and leaning in again. He’s pretty like this, with his eyes closed and expression relaxed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and for some reason, it feels like the hottest thing anyone has ever said to you.

“Yeah,” your voice is hoarse when you respond, scratchy from the smoke making your throat raw and your mouth dry. You made the rookie mistake of not bringing anything to drink.

When Taehyung slips his tongue in your mouth, you can taste the smokiness of the blunt. He cups your face with both hands and deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly and causing your noses to brush against each other. Making out while high comes with an indescribable pleasure, something airy and electrifying that washes over your entire body in waves. It isn’t like normal arousal that you feel throbbing from your core and spread throughout your body. Kissing Taehyung while high makes your entire body tremble.

You twist your fingers into the sides of his baggy t-shirt to have something to hold onto as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a low groan from you. The old camp shirt is faded and soft from years of going through the wash. You’ve got an identical one in your dresser at the cabin.

“We have to go back,” you insist weakly once Taehyung releases your lip from between his teeth.

“I forgot.”

“Of course you did.”

Your laugh is full of anxiety as you look away from Taehyung’s heavy gaze. His eyes are blazing red. You wonder if he kissed you because he’s high and if he’s going to wake up in the morning and pretend it didn’t happen. Is that better than the alternative outcome where Taehyung is weirded out because, well, you’re you?

“Shut up,” Taehyung grumbles, but he wears a grin as he digs the toe of his hiking boot into the ground, twisting it to make sure the blunt is put out. 

“First one to the cabin gets to shower first,” he declares.

“Taehyung!” you hiss, but he’s already crashing through the forest brush with flailing arms.

It takes a few seconds for your brain to get in sync with your body, still foggy from weed and Taehyung’s kisses. You scramble to get up, having to adjust your pants with a tug to your crotch as you jog after him. Bottom growth is affirming, but it’s also a pain in the ass sometimes. You can’t imagine how cis men deal with all that.

Taking off in what you hope is the direction of the camp, you quickly realize there’s no way you’ll make it to the cabin before Taehyung. The forest floor is uneven, and you’re an idiot and didn’t wear your hiking boots. Your smooth-soled Converse slide against mossy rocks and get caught on raised tree roots, nearly sending you flying as you try to catch up with Taehyung.

When you finally reach the cabin, you’re wheezing, and your entire body is sticky with sweat. Taehyung is already in your bedroom, whistling as he rifles through the dresser like he’s having a grand time despite his hair looking like a rat’s nest and having welts on his legs from running through bushes in shorts.

“Took you long enough,” he grins as you stomp through the front door and head straight to the bedroom.

The cabin is small, with a living room big enough for a couch and a coffee table, a small kitchenette off to the side, and a door to the bedroom you’re sharing with Taehyung. You each have a twin-sized bed that sits across from the other in the small room, and you share a large dresser placed in between your beds against the back wall. On the opposite side of the room is the door to the bathroom. Everything is a tight fit, but you don’t mind. The two of you are hardly ever in the cabin anyway. Being a counselor requires long hours full of activities, meaning you’re only in your cabin to sleep unless you have an off day.

“I’m gonna go enjoy a nice, warm shower now.” Taehyung rubs his victory in your face, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, and his eyes glittering like fire embers in the cabin’s pale yellow lighting.

“Dude, fuck off,” you give him your middle finger as he shuts the bathroom door with a cackle.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for Taehyung to finish showering. You trade places silently, your red eyes avoiding Taehyung’s because the time you had alone made you paranoid about what happened in the woods.

The paranoia only gets worse while you’re in the shower. There’s no need to scrub yourself with your washcloth so aggressively, but you feel like your entire body is crawling. It isn’t the discomfort you once felt when you looked at your naked body. It’s been a while since you felt discomfort when touching your chest or washing between your legs. No, this feeling you’re experiencing now is something different. Rather than feeling the urge to hide, you want to be seen. You want to be seen by Taehyung, and you don’t know what to do with that desire.

Showering doesn’t calm the need pulsing through your body. You feel a little less high, but you’re still buzzing with electricity, still incredibly sensitive as you dry yourself with a fluffy towel. With your brain still floating in the clouds, you almost think you’re hallucinating the slow opening of the bathroom door. Quickly, you wrap your towel around your hips and stare at Taehyung, whose head pokes through the door crack.

“Hellooo,” Taehyung drags out the word, low and slow, as his eyes sweep over your body.

He’s blatantly checking you out, and you feel your cheeks heat up from arousal or shame; you’re not sure which. You may not experience dysphoria anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re running around shirtless, sporting scars where most guys’ pecs end. It was never “okay” to be shirtless with the chest you had before; it’s taking a while to feel “okay” doing it now.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that Taehyung has never cared. He watched you blossom for over a decade as you shaped yourself into your most authentic form, and he kept up with every change, no matter how different things were from the summer before.

“Do you need something or…?”

Blinking, Taehyung’s face turns pink, and he shakes his head.

“No. Well, I mean, sort of?”

Taehyung laughs at himself, and you can’t help but laugh, too, because who can hear Taehyung laugh and not want to experience that same joy, even if it’s twinged with nervousness?

“What do you sort of need?” you finally ask with a grin, that shared joy warming your chest.

“Can I come in?”

“You’re already halfway there.”

With a cheeky grin, Taehyung slips into the bathroom and closes the door so you’ll stay warm. He’s wearing loose boxers and a tank shirt because the cabin’s lack of central air conditioning makes it hot at night. He’s cute like this, soft and domestic.

“Did you like it?” Taehyung keeps his hand on the doorknob as though preparing to leave, but his voice is steady when he asks the question.

“Like what?”

You know what. Taehyung knows you know what.

He clarifies anyway.

“When I kissed you, did you like it?” Taehyung switches between focusing on your eyes and your mouth. “Because… I want to do it again.”

It only takes a slight nod for Taehyung to crowd you against the bathroom counter. The kiss feels confident this time, no longer an accident or hesitant test ride. Taehyung holds your jaw to tilt your head up and kisses you hard enough to leave you breathless. You noisily inhale whenever he lets you.

“I didn’t want to wait,” Taehyung explains against your lips while you moan against his.

“For what?”

“You to finish showering.” Taehyung’s free hand runs down your side to squeeze your hip, part of his hand slipping under your towel. “Is this okay?”

You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you let him unwrap your towel and drop it on the slippery tile floor. Maybe it’s the weed making you feel reckless, letting this boy see you in a way you haven’t let a boy see you since you started your transition. Maybe it’s just because it’s Taehyung.

“You, too,” you groan when you feel Taehyung’s clothed cock press against your thigh.

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, reaching over his shoulder to pull his shirt over his head by grabbing the back. Once he’s shirtless, his mouth finds your jaw, kissing across to the sensitive spot just below your ear while you tug down his boxers so he can kick them off.

Beneath the arousal building inside of you are nerves you can’t seem to shake. They’re making it difficult to concentrate on how fantastic it feels to have Taehyung’s soft lips kissing and sucking your neck. All you can think about is how you’re afraid that Taehyung will freak out, that he keeps forgetting, and how it feels nice when he forgets when you’re talking about guy stuff, but it’ll feel devastating when he realizes he has forgotten now.

Slowly, Taehyung’s fingertips skirt your torso, creeping down your side to swipe over your waist and trail along the crease where your hip meets your thigh. You hold your breath as he ventures further, eventually shooting your hands out to squeeze his biceps when his fingers dip into your hole to gather your arousal and drag it upward.

“Can I suck your cock?” Taehyung breathes, hot and ragged, against the curve of your ear.

Jolting back, you stare at him with wide eyes and feel your heart flutter painfully in your chest because you still haven’t started breathing again.

“W-What, what did you say?” you stammer, holding Taehyung’s red, lusty gaze.

“Can I suck your cock? I want to suck you off.”

Taehyung says it so simply, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He slid his fingers through your arousal and didn’t refer to it as your pussy or clit, as if he already knew those words would make you feel disgusting.

“You, how did you know… why did you call it that?”

Scrunching his eyebrows and frowning slightly, Taehyung pulls his hand from in between your legs.

“Uhh… you always call it your dick when we’re talking about stuff with the guys?” There’s a panicked edge to Taehyung’s voice, each sentence coming out like a hesitant question. “But, uh, I feel like most of society agrees that dick isn’t really sexy, so… I thought cock would sound better…”

When you don’t respond, Taehyung’s face shifts from pale with panic to bright red with embarrassment.

“Shit, should I not have said that? Should I have asked first? I’m sorry I—”

You kiss away Taehyung’s embarrassed babbling, your fingers dug into his hair, and your body pressed flush against his. His hands curve around to hold your lower back and pull you closer as if it’s even possible. You want him to try, to mold you into him.

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

When Taehyung smiles, his teeth press against your bottom lip.

“You don’t need to thank me. I just wanna make you feel good. Will you let me?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You bite your bottom lip and squeeze the edge of the counter on either side of your waist as you watch Taehyung get on his knees. The bath mat protects his knees from the hard tile when he kneels in front of you.

“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung says softly as he rubs his hands up and down the inside of your thighs with slight pressure to push them apart a little bit more, “Pretty boy.”

It’s hot watching Taehyung lick the tip of your cock, the hormones you’ve been on making it stick out beyond your folds. Taehyung is gentle when he presses your lower abdomen with his palm and uses his fingers to pull your lips back slightly to expose more of you. He gets you nice and wet before he wraps his lips around your cock, suckling it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing Taehyung’s head with one hand so you can run your fingers through his bangs and push them away from his face to see his eyes better.

Taehyung hums in response to your moans, and you feel the vibration rumble through your groin. He’s skillful as he licks and swirls your cock with his tongue and keeps a tight suction around it with his lips and hollowed cheeks.

For a moment, you tip your head back and try to regulate your breathing because how is Taehyung about to make you cum already, just from his mouth? Sure, your body has been more sensitive since you started your hormone therapy, but fuck.

To make matters worse, when you look back down, you notice that Taehyung’s free hand is wrapped around his cock. He pumps his cock at the same rhythm as he begins to bob his head as if he’s sucking even more of you than there really is. You can say, without a doubt, that no one has ever tried to affirm you and make you feel as complete during sex as Taehyung is.

“Fuck, yeah, Taehyung,” you adjust your grip on Taehyung’s hair and start guiding his movements, pulling him up and down by his hair, “Just like that, shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.”

You aren’t pulling his hair hard; you’re really only following the pace he’s already established, but it feels good. It must feel good for Taehyung, too, because he whimpers and jerks off faster. His body trembles just like yours does, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to be panting and frantic.

“Gonna cum, fuck, fuck.”

You squeeze Taehyung’s hair and the edge of the counter as you buck your hips, coming right as Taehyung adjusts his angle to lap at the gush of arousal at your hole, painting his mouth and chin.

“God, you’re so hot, you have no fucking idea,” Taehyung groans into the inside of your thigh, where he nuzzles his face.

His breath is hot and wet as he pants, trembling for a few seconds longer before he finally cums, too. Some of it leaks between his fingers and lands on the inside of your leg, but you don’t care; you just caress his hair from his face while he breathes slowly to calm himself down.

With trembling legs, you twist around to collapse onto the closed lid of the toilet, unable to stand any longer. Your head feels spacey and throbs, likely because you’d been holding your breath too much. It’s okay, though. It makes your body feel all warm and jiggly.

“We have to shower again,” Taehyung says quietly.

He looks just as fucked out as you feel, his eyes wide and staring out into the void as he continues trying to relax his shuddery breath. You can’t help but laugh, throwing your head back and letting it out, like whatever other pent-up energy you had left over after you came needs to escape somehow.

“Yeah, we do,” you wheeze even harder once Taehyung’s face cracks into a boxy smile, and he starts laughing, too.

“I got cum all over the floor,” Taehyung cackles, falling back on his bare ass and holding up his cum-covered hand.

You wipe the tears collecting in the corners of your eyes and shake your head. “That is something I don’t envy.”

“It’s so fucking inconvenient!”

Taehyung grins up at you with crinkled eyes, and you don’t know why you were so nervous before. He’s so perfect it makes your heart hurt.

“Next time, I’ll be the one to swallow,” you promise slyly, pleased when Taehyung lets out a weak moan in response.

“Bro, don’t do this to me,” Taehyung throws his head back and whines at the ceiling. "I’m gonna fall in love with you if you’re not careful.”

Grinning, you shrug. Tonight has been pretty reckless; there’s no use in being careful now.

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venor (8) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,252

○ Warnings: What the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick, dry humping

○ Notes: I was planning on writing two long chapters to finish the story, but I decided that I would rather continue at my current pace and give myself room to write a few more scenes that are somewhat "slice of life" and entirely self-indulgent because I want to explore more cute moments in TK's relationship development without making everything move too quickly. I hope you don't mind 💜

○ Post Date: March 13, 2024

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Busy with work and school assignments, Taehyung and Jungkook don’t see each other again until their next art history class. To say that Jungkook is trembling with excitement would be an understatement; he’s practically vibrating down the hall the closer he gets to the classroom. It takes a few mindful breathing exercises to get the pitter-patter of his little prey heart down to something less alarming before he falls in line with the other students filing into the lecture hall. 

Of course, the moment Jungkook sees Taehyung, his heart rate skyrockets again. 

Taehyung’s ears turn, and Jungkook wonders if he has picked up on his nervous bumbling as he approaches their row. He hopes so; the idea that Taehyung can pick him out in a crowd without even seeing him is unbelievably romantic. 

Jungkook shouldn’t get himself carried away, though. 

Taehyung makes that difficult. All Jungkook can think about is Taehyung, shirtless, with sleepy eyes and a lazy smile. How can Jungkook possibly survive sitting next to Taehyung for an entire hour in silence and manage to pay attention to class?

Shuffling into their row, Jungkook stops once he reaches Taehyung’s seat. He means to greet the tiger hybrid, but his gaze falls on an object sitting on the mini desk pulled out from the seat Jungkook usually sits at. It’s a small succulent in a white clay pot that complements its vibrant color. 

“It’s a jade plant,” Taehyung mumbles, his gaze also on the plant. “I propagated it from one I had in my room that was overgrowing.”

“For me?” Jungkook asks quietly as he picks it up to examine it. He rubs the thick leaves between his fingers, noting how smooth and shiny they are. 

“Of course, bun. Why else would I bring it and put it on your seat?” Taehyung rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitch with a hint of a suppressed smile. 

“Thank you! It’s so pretty,” Jungkook says, dropping his backpack on the floor so he can carefully slide into his seat without disturbing the plant. “I’ve never had a plant before. How should I take care of it?” 

Taehyung watches Jungkook with eyes crinkled in what Jungkook thinks is amusement. He likes the attention more than he probably should

“Succulents are pretty easy. They don’t need a ton of water, so be careful about not overwatering them.” Taehyung turns in his seat to face Jungkook and reaches over to poke one of his fingers in the pot. “You can check by touching the soil. If it’s still wet, you can wait until it’s dry before you water it again.” 

Listening diligently, Jungkook nods while Taehyung explains more care instructions. Even though he  is  paying attention to what Taehyung is saying, Jungkook can’t help but also notice how animated Taehyung becomes. His passion for gardening bleeds through as intensely as his passion for art. Jungkook suddenly remembers that Taehyung said he likes working with ceramics. 

“Tae, did you make this?” Jungkook holds up the pot, twisting it to inspect the entire thing. The clay has been glazed white, giving it a sturdy matte outer layer. 

Leaning back in his seat, Taehyung quickly averts his gaze. He focuses on Professor Jung, who is at the front of the room and about to begin class. 

“Taehyung,”  Jungkook whispers because the classroom has grown quiet, “Did you make the pot?” 

“Class is starting, bun.” 

“Answer the question.” 

Taehyung brings his index finger to his lips and ignores Jungkook’s further pestering. 

With an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook gets out his notes and tries to be a good student. The only thing that gets him through the lecture is the flattering thought that Taehyung’s refusal to answer the question probably means he  did  make the ceramic pot himself. Whether it was specifically for Jungkook or if it had been an old creation, Jungkook doesn’t care. Just the fact that Taheyung has given him this gift makes Jungkook feel all fuzzy inside, and he has to stop himself from doing a little happy wiggle in his seat. 

The downside is that Jungkook has never given Taehyung a gift, whereas Taehyung has given Jungkook many, more than he can even count. 

Determined to rectify this error, Jungkook begins a list of gift ideas in the corner of his notebook paper. He writes small so Taehyung can’t peek over and read it. There must be  something  worthwhile on the list by the time class ends, right? Hopefully, considering Jungkook keeps daydreaming about pleasing Taehyung with whatever he gifts him rather than paying attention to what’s going on in class. It’s a wonder he’s passing. 

Jungkook is brought out of his thoughts by Taehyung’s fingers brushing his floppy bunny ear out of the way so he can slide his hand over the nape of his neck. Taehyung’s palm is warm and his grip is firm, at first only resting there. The pressure is like a weighted blanket, sure and comforting. 

Turning his head slightly, Jungkook looks over at Taehyung, who, as usual, is stoic and shows no sign of what he’s thinking. With anyone else, it would bother Jungkook. Taehyung is an exception for some reason. 

Resigned to be in the dark about Taehyung’s actions, Jungkook returns his attention to their professor. His focus doesn’t last long, though. After a few minutes, Taehyung massages the base of Jungkook’s neck, occasionally sliding over to rub his shoulders on either side. It feels so good that Jungkook closes his eyes and leans back slightly into Taehyung’s touch. He has to bite his bottom lip and practice slow breathing through his nose to stop himself from making noise when Taehyung’s skillful fingers massage a particularly tense spot in his shoulder. 

The thought that Taehyung is good with his hands flits through Jungkook’s mind. Shocked by his own desires, Jungkook’s eyes snap open. He lets out a shuddery breath and thinks he hears Taehyung chuckle. 

Eventually, Taehyung returns to resting his hand on Jungkook’s nape, squeezing lightly when Jungkook shifts in his seat. Jungkook feels warm and relaxed for the remainder of class, so much so that he hardly notices his classmates packing up, only aware of how cold he feels once Taehyung pulls away. 

What Jungkook does notice is how Taehyung drags his wrist along the back of his neck, making sure the scent gland on his wrist presses to Jungkook’s skin as he retracts his arm. It makes Jungkook’s entire body tingle. By his next inhale, he can smell how prettily Taehyung’s scent mixes with his. 

“Thank you,” Jungkook says softly, protectively holding the plant against his chest. “For everything.” 

Taehyung slips on his backpack with a shrug.

“It’s no big deal.” 

“Yes, it is,” Jungkook insists with a pout. 

Suyun sprints up the aisle toward their row before Taehyung can challenge Jungkook further. She’s got a healthy glow to her face, and her smile is bright when she asks, “What’s a big deal?” 

Jungkook supposes that’s what spending quality time with your lover looks like. He looks at Taehyung and wonders if he might look that way with him, too. Are they lovers? 

“Taehyung gave me this plant.” Jungkook hands the pot to Suyun while he finishes gathering his things. He senses Taehyung fidgeting beside him, so he gives him a small wave as permission to leave a conversation that seems to make him uncomfortable. 

“See you guys later.” Taehyung grabs the back edge of the seat and hops over it rather than exiting the row of seats by walking down the aisle. 

“Oh my god, why are predators such show-offs,” Suyun groans once Taehyung is gone. 

“Taehyung is… athletic,” Jungkook says simply, taking back his plant from Suyun. 

With a snort, Suyun leads them out of the classroom. Jungkook and multiple other students nearly run into her when she abruptly stops in the middle of the hallway. Her dark hair whips around her neck when she turns to stare at Jungkook with a curious expression. 

“Jungkook, you know he’s courting you, right?”

“No, he’s not.” 

“He keeps giving you gifts. He scented you, don’t think I didn’t notice! He’s been all over you,” Suyun counts each piece of evidence on her fingers. She pauses after three, eyes widening. “Oh my god, did he take your virginity, Jungkook?” 

“No!” Jungkook yelps, his bunny ears hugging the side of his face. He grabs Suyun’s arm and pulls her to the side to escape the sea of students traveling between classes. “Besides, virginity is a social construct.” 

“Oh, shut up. Just listen to me; I know what I’m talking about. That boy is courting you.” Suyun tosses her hair over her shoulder and twitches her nose triumphantly. “And you’re falling for it hard.” 

Jungkook thinks about what Suyun said on his walk home after they part ways – Suyun planning to study in the library. He would go with her but wants to bring his plant home. He feels strangely attached to the little thing and is careful to make sure it doesn’t get jostled around on his walk. 

Yoongi gives him an odd look when he comes home with it, watching him flit around the apartment with it cradled in his hands as he tries to find the perfect spot to put it. 

“What if it doesn’t get enough sunlight at the coffee table?” Jungkook fusses, picking up the plant and placing it on the windowsill. “But what if it gets too much sunlight here?” 

“You’re overthinking this,” Yoongi comments from his spot curled up on the couch. He’s wrapped up in blankets with a notebook balancing on the arm of the couch. 

Jungkook has unfortunately interrupted Yoongi’s quiet time, which he uses to write lyrics whenever Jungkook is studying with Suyun after class. Today, it can’t be helped. Jungkook is on a critical mission, obviously. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines and lightly taps his foot in irritation. “This is a special plant. I can’t let it die.” 

“Special from your predator boyfriend?” 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” 

Yoongi hums as he goes back to scribbling in his notebook. 

“Right, so you just happen to reek of his gross predator stench and spend all your free time drooling over the thirst traps he posts on Instagram.” 

With a glare, Jungkook snatches his plant and retreats to their bedroom, stomping his feet loudly as he walks. 

“You’re being a drama queen, Jungkook-ah! If you’re so lovesick, then do something about it!” Yoongi shouts from the couch. 

Ignoring Yoongi, Jungkook continues looking for a good spot for the jade plant, eventually choosing the windowsill in their bedroom. It reminds him of Taehyung’s geranium that he has placed in the same location. It looks cute, like a little piece of Taehyung’s jungle for Jungkook to share. 

–

Contrary to what Yoongi claims, Jungkook doesn’t spend all his free time pining for Taehyung. The stress of his regular courses causes Jungkook to spend more time tending to his creative side, particularly by working on his manhwa. Admittedly, Jungkook often works on the comic during his library shift. It’s not his fault working at the library is one of the most boring on-campus jobs a student can get!   

Creating art also gives Jungkook a way to pass the time that isn’t by fretting over the fast-approaching mystery of whatever Friday may bring. Somehow, he’s blinked, and it’s already Wednesday. 

Jungkook sits at the library checkout desk with his tablet and stylus out. It’s been a while since anyone has approached the desk with questions or to check out a book, so he doesn’t feel bad when he hunches over his tablet to work on coloring the most recent panel he’s finished. 

If it’s a BL manhwa based on a bunny hybrid and a tiger hybrid, well, no one needs to know that. This is for Jungkook’s entertainment, anyway.

Absorbed by his work, Jungkook doesn’t look up until he senses someone approaching the desk. He quickly saves his progress and closes the project just as Taehyung stops in front of the desk. 

“Hi,” Jungkook greets and wonders if he’ll ever become more eloquent around Taehyung. 

“Hey, bun. What are you doing?” Taehyung grabs the edge of the desk and leans forward, his eyes on the tablet. 

“My job…” Jungkook slowly scoots his tablet out of the way. “What are  you  doing?” 

Taehyung gives Jungkook’s body a once-over – at least as much as he can with Jungkook sitting down. It’s fully winter now, meaning no more revealing outfits to tantalize Taehyung with. Still, Jungkook looks cute in a pastel pink cardigan and white skinny jeans. It doesn’t seem like that matters that he’s well-covered, though. Taehyung looks at Jungkook like he wants to eat him regardless of how he’s dressed. Oddly, Jungkook loves it.

Besides, it isn’t like Taehyung is the only one looking. Jungkook knows he stares at Taehyung too much, but he can’t help it when Taehyung is always so  pretty . 

“I came to visit you,” Taehyung admits plainly, drumming his fingers against the desk. “Do you want me to leave?” 

“No!” 

Taehyung grins when Jungkook shrinks back from speaking entirely too loudly for a library. Luckily, it’s a college library, and the first floor is typically packed with rowdy predator students anyway. 

“Were you working on my portrait?” Taehyung gestures to Jungkook’s tablet, apparently determined never to let that embarrassing moment at Venor go. 

“It wasn’t you.” 

“Mhm. When are you gonna let me see it?” 

Jungkook can’t hold Taehyung’s gaze. It’s too sharp, too knowing. It cuts too deep into him and makes him feel like with a simple curl of his finger, Taehyung could have Jungkook willingly crawling into his trap. Or maybe that’s Yoongi’s scary warning clouding his mind. 

Looking down at his tablet, Jungkook tries to find a way to explain to Taehyung that he will get to see the portrait one day without sounding like a weirdo. Unfortunately, the words never formulate in his brain, but it doesn’t matter. 

Taehyung’s attention is already gone. 

A panther hybrid Jungkook has never seen before leans against the checkout desk with his body turned to look at Taehyung. He’s tall and long with piercing eyes and a smile that makes Jungkook shiver down to his bones. If Jungkook initially found Taehyung intimidating, this predator is downright scary.

He’s also gorgeous, and his silky black tail is currently playing with Taehyung’s striped one, flicking at it and curling around it while the two talk. Jungkook stiffens when he notices, straightening up in his seat and drawing his arms to his sides. He hasn’t witnessed Taehyung interact with many other big cat hybrids before; perhaps this is a standard greeting. 

“Do you need to check out?” Jungkook’s voice is tight, and he avoids looking the panther hybrid in the eyes when he turns to answer his question. 

“Oh, no, I was just talking to Taehyungie hyung,” he says with a large smile. Even his voice is gorgeous, airy, and sweet, with a bit of an edge that suggests it could be sharp if he wanted it to be. 

Jungkook hasn’t heard anyone refer to Taehyung as Taehyungie, and he decides he really hates it. A burning sensation creeps up Jungkook's chest. He watches with pursed lips as the panther hybrid bats his eyes and turns back to Taehyung. 

“Anyway,”  the panther says with a twinge of exaggerated sass, “If you want to crash at my place, my bed is always open for you, hyung.” 

The panther’s suggestive proposition makes Jungkook’s eyes widen. His neck cracks from how quickly he turns to look at Taehyung, and his chest burns when, rather than also being shocked, Taehyung  grins . 

“Thanks, Ten.” Taehyung leans with his elbow on the desk and fluffs his copper curls a few times. The casual mannerism that Jungkook normally finds cute makes rage heat his face. “I’ll let you know if it gets that bad.”  

The panther has the audacity to blow Taehyung a kiss as he walks away. 

Taehyung’s face falls when he turns to Jungkook and sees a pissed-off bunny glaring back at him. 

“What was that?” Jungkook demands. 

Taehyung’s eyebrows rise high enough to disappear beneath his bangs. 

“You mean my friend, Ten? He’s also studying art.” 

Is it fair for Jungkook to be jealous? He and Taehyung aren’t together. They’ve only kissed, and not even a lot. Kisses hardly mean anything at all to most people. Sure, there was the whole chasing thing, but Jungkook doesn’t even know what that’s supposed to mean. 

It probably isn’t fair for Jungkook to be jealous, but he is anyway. 

Holding onto the rage in his chest is all Jungkook can do to stop himself from crying. Watching someone flirt with Taehyung and for Taehyung to let it happen is like a punch to the stomach. What makes it worse is that the person was a predator – a big cat, the type of hybrid Taehyung is supposed to be with. 

Nothing at all like Jungkook. 

“Come with me,” Jungkook snaps, getting up from his seat and heading toward a closed door directly behind the checkout desk. 

To his credit, Taehyung doesn’t question Jungkook; he merely follows him through the door. He says nothing as he stands in what is a storage room. A shelving unit on one wall is packed with old computers and laptops needing repair. The opposite wall has a long table stacked with loaner textbooks waiting to be sorted and shipped. 

Jungkook points to the chair at the table and stomps his foot. 

“Sit.” 

Jungkook’s frustration grows when Taehyung clearly tries not to laugh at him, his mouth twitching. Taehyung follows his order, pulling out the chair and sitting down to face Jungkook. 

“Are you upset with me?” 

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips and tries to push down his disappointment. 

“Obviously.” 

Jungkook’s tough-guy facade nearly cracks when Taehyung’s tail wraps around his calf, trying to coax him closer. He lets himself be pulled forward until he stands in between Taehyung’s long legs. In this position, staying upset is even more difficult. Taehyung stares up at him with his alluring feline eyes and lets a sneaky grin part his lips. 

“You’re jealous.” 

“No.”

Jungkook tries to look away, but Taehyung grabs his chin to hold him in place. His grip pushes Jungkook's lips into a pout, and the sudden display of dominance makes Jungkook's knees weak. 

“Ten is just my friend. He was offering to let me stay over if I needed to after Jackson’s party on Friday, which is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Taehyung explains, eventually letting go of Jungkook’s chin. 

“Okay,” Jungkook prompts Taehyung to continue. He wants to know what else Taehyung has to say before he comments on anything. 

“I wanted to see if you’d be down to go to Jackson’s party with me.” Taehyung pauses to watch Jungkook’s expression, and Jungkook wishes he knew what he saw. Maybe that would help him understand his own feelings. “And I thought we could hang out before we go. Get dinner and stuff.” 

It sounds like Taehyung is asking Jungkook on a date, something Jungkook hadn't let himself assume, too afraid to get his hopes up. But now he’s still skeptical after this situation with the panther hybrid. Unfortunately, Jungkook is a weak young man, pathetic even, and his lovesick pining for Taehyung outweighs his suspicion. 

“Like a date?” Jungkook asks quietly, letting his arms fall to his sides now that he’s shy and no longer angry. 

Taehyung immediately grabs Jungkook’s hands and intertwines their fingers. It's the second time Jungkook has held Taehyung's hand. Just like before, he sneaks a peek at how large Taehyung's hands are compared to his, and just like before, his heart stammers in his chest. Hand-holding is such a simple action, but it leaves Jungkook breathless. 

“Yes, a date. I’m asking you on a date, bun.” Taehyung’s grin grows boxy and boyish, and Jungkook is nothing against that charm. “Would you like to go?” 

Chewing on his bottom lip, Jungkook tries not to respond immediately. He genuinely tries to think about his answer before he gives it. It’s pointless; a date with Taehyung sounds like a dream. It is a dream. But there are still some things that Jungkook needs to address… 

“I want to scent you.” 

Jungkook must be predictable because Taehyung merely smiles and tilts his head slightly, not surprised by the request. 

“Want to lay your claim on me, bun?” Taehyung murmurs as Jungkook leans in. “Make sure all the other predators know that I’m spoken for?” 

“Yes,” Jungkook admits shyly, keeping his face ducked in the crook of Taehyung’s neck before he begins to scent him. 

Quiet laughter makes Taehyung’s throat vibrate as Jungkook drags his nose alongside it. He pauses at the corner of Taehyung’s jaw, breathing in his scent quickly and hoping he isn’t obvious. 

Scenting is easier this time. Jungkook fumbles less and is more confident in each movement. He isn’t afraid to leave little kisses on Taehyung’s scent glands or linger when Taehyung's scent spikes. 

The process lasts longer than it did the first time. Jungkook is thorough, even going as far as to hold onto Taehyung’s shoulders to make sure he stays in place. By the time he’s done scenting Taehyung, Jungkook’s entire body is hot like a live wire, his skin tingling like little bolts of electricity crackling through his veins. 

“Satisfied?” Taehyung is smug when he takes in Jungkook’s blushing cheeks and glossy eyes. 

“Y-Yeah,” Jungkook says after clearing his throat. “I’m finished now.” 

“Should I return the favor?” 

Jungkook barely nods his head when Taehyung pulls him into his lap by his wrists so that he straddles Taehyung's thighs. 

“Oh,” Jungkook whispers shakily as Taehyung wraps his large palm around the front of Jungkook’s throat. 

Despite the somewhat alarming hold, Taehyung is gentle as he uses his grip on Jungkook’s throat to maneuver his neck to begin scenting him. 

Jungkook’s eyes immediately flutter and close as Taehyung’s lips ghost along his neck. He lets out a small whimper when Taehyung nibbles on the sensitive skin where his scent glands are. Like before, his hands automatically reach for Taehyung’s head, and he slides his fingers through his fluffy hair until he reaches his fuzzy ears. 

“You’re so sensitive,” Taehyung murmurs against Jungkook’s throat. “No wonder you slick so easily.” 

“Taehyung!” Jungkook gasps, eyes snapping open to look down at him. 

“Aw, bun. Don’t act like you didn’t have to change your pants twice.” 

Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s hips when he tries to get up and grins at him with mischief in his crinkled eyes. 

“Running from me again, bun?” 

“It’s embarrassing,” Jungkook whines and tries to wiggle out of Taehyung’s grasp.

“Mmm, you’re wrong, bun. It’s hot.” 

Jungkook’s efforts to escape are weak and futile, and his struggle seems to spur Taehyung on. 

“What does it take to make you wet?” Taehyung asks with another squeeze of Jungkook’s hips. His voice is deep and slow, calculating like it had been right before he’d chased Jungkook. "If I do this?” 

Taehyung drags his nails along the inseam of Jungkook’s white skinny jeans, starting at his knees and traveling up the inside of his thighs until he reaches the crease where his thighs meet his hips. 

Letting out a shuddery breath, Jungkook squirms in Taehyung’s lap. He grabs Taehyung’s forearms as though to stop him, but when Taehyung reaches around to squeeze Jungkook’s ass and hike him further up into his lap, Jungkook throws his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders instead. 

Being in Taehyung’s lap feels right. His body is warm, his thighs firm. Jungkook is wholly engulfed by Taehyung’s essence, practically drunk off of his scent and hypnotized by the rumbling in his chest that Jungkook can feel reverberate through his body. 

“Or if I do this?” Taehyung leans in to whisper against Jungkook’s lips as he slides his hands underneath Jungkook’s pink cardigan. 

“Oh my god,” Jungkook moans when Taehyung’s fingers circle his fluffy bunny tail. He jolts forward, trying to scoot further up Taehyung��s lap. They’re as close as they can get to each other; there’s nowhere else for Jungkook to go. 

No one has ever touched Jungkook’s tail like this before. When he was younger, it was a mean thing for kids to yank each other’s tails, but as adults, rabbit hybrids are more cautious about them. Tails are extremely sensitive, though Jungkook hadn’t realized just how affected he would be by having someone touch his. 

It’s torture how wild Taehyung’s touch makes Jungkook feel. He whimpers against Taehyung’s soft lips as he starts caressing his tail. Taehyung runs his fingers through the soft fur before reaching down to rub at the base, drawing another soft moan from Jungkook. Each touch coaxes out the same wild energy from Jungkook that he had felt at Taehyung's apartment. Instincts tell him to move. They guide him to rut and grind against Taehyung, the movements becoming more frantic when he feels Taehyung’s cock grow hard underneath him.  

“Shhh, someone’s gonna hear you, bun,” Taehyung scolds with a gentle tug of Jungkook’s tail when his whines get louder. 

“Taehyung." 

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Not only is he unbelievably wet, just like Taehyung knew he would be, but Jungkook's already on the verge of coming in his pants while he’s at work. 

He almost doesn't realize that's what's happening to him. Never has Jungkook experienced pleasure at someone else's hands - only his own during heats or bouts of loneliness. To be touched by Taehyung is unlike anything he's ever experienced before. He's so tightly wound that he can barely breathe. 

“You’re so fucking hot, bun,” Taehyung groans. 

Taehyung seems to lose a bit of the control he has over his own pleasure and bucks up against Jungkook’s ass. They fall into a rhythm, grinding their bodies and building heat between them. 

“I’m, I’m,” Jungkook’s words get caught in his throat. He grabs fistfuls of the back of Taehyung's shirt as his pleasure builds to the point that he feels like he can no longer withstand it. 

And then Taehyung’s phone rings. 

Skittish from being in such a vulnerable state, the shrill ringtone scares Jungkook. He nearly topples off Taehyung’s lap and is narrowly saved by Taehyung, who grabs him around the waist to haul him back to an upright position. 

They're both on edge, panting with frantic hearts and bodies that throb with need. When Taehyung lifts his hips to pull his phone from his back pocket, Jungkook yelps from the pressure of Taehyung's cock against his ass. 

"Shit," Taehyung hisses, fingers digging into Jungkook's waist as he lifts his phone to his ear. "What the fuck do you want." 

The voice on the other side of the call drags Jungkook out of his lustful haze, replacing the warmth that has spread through his body with a chill that seeps into his bones. 

"Fuck you, hyung,"  Byungchul barks loud enough for Jungkook to hear him, "You said to come to the front desk, and you're not even here; what you mean what the fuck do I want." 

"I'll be there in a second, alright?" 

Taehyung doesn't give Byungchul the opportunity to respond. He ends the call and tosses his phone onto the table. The metallic clattering noise it makes echoes through the storage room. 

"Tae..." 

Jungkook runs his fingers along the edge of Taehyung's jaw. His muscles flex beneath his honey skin from biting his molars. Jungkook shouldn't, but he thinks Taehyung looks beautiful like this, face flushed and eyes bright despite his anger. 

Taehyung turns into Jungkook's touch, letting Jungkook cradle his cheek as he takes a deep breath. 

"I'm sorry." Taehyung's face goes slack. He looks soft like this, almost innocent despite the reality of what they were just doing. "The team's got practice now that our basketball season has officially started."

"It's okay. I'm supposed to be working anyway..." Jungkook reassures Taehyung gently. He twirls his fingers around the little curls along Taehyung's temple. "I know it's important to you. Ball is life or whatever." 

"Shut up," Taehyung laughs, tilting his head back to pull away from Jungkook's touch. It doesn't work, though; Jungkook simply reaches out further to slide his fingers into Taehyung's hair. Regardless of the situation, Jungkook might just follow Taehyung wherever he goes. 

"I'm serious, though. It's okay." 

The look Taehyung gives Jungkook makes butterflies take off in circles around his stomach, little fluttering tornados that threaten to carry Jungkook into the air with them once they break free. 

"You never said if you'd go on that date with me," Taehyung points out as he slips his hand to hold the side of Jungkook's neck. His thumb presses against the corner of Jungkook's jaw, giving him the perfect placement to move Jungkook's head how he wants to. It isn't difficult; Jungkook lets him.  

"Of course, I will," Jungkook whispers. He closes his eyes when Taehyung applies light pressure to his neck, coaxing him forward until their lips slot together. 

Taehyung groans into the kiss, and the sound makes Jungkook's body pulse with a desire he's never felt before. It's the need to submit, to get on his knees and let Taehyung take. He wraps his arms around Taehyung's shoulders and pulls himself close, pressing their chests together and breathing him in as deeply as possible. 

Taehyung tastes sweet, like the tea he drinks instead of the coffee at Venor Cafe, though his scent always has a slightly bitter edge to it on the days he works at Venor Cafe, spending his afternoons grinding coffee beans. It makes Jungkook happy that he can pick up on these little details about Taehyung now. He wonders if Taehyung notices things about him, too. 

"I've gotta go." 

Jungkook presses his lips against Taehyung's even harder. 

"Come on, bun." 

Jungkook shakes his head.

"Jungkook-ah." 

With a sigh, Jungkook lets his arms fall from Taehyung's shoulders. 

"Are your teammates going to hate that you smell like me?" Jungkook asks once they've untangled themselves from each other and stand up. He does so begrudgingly, much to Taehyung's amusement. 

"You shouldn't care about that, bun," Taehyung says with a shrug. "But what you should care about is your scent right now." 

In a panic, Jungkook looks over his shoulder to see if his pants are ruined. He doesn't even bother whining at Taehyung whenever he laughs.

"You can't see anything, but fuck do you smell good."

A surge of arousal zips through Jungkook like electricity, no doubt something that Taehyung can sense by his scent alone. He snakes his arms around Jungkook's waist to pull him close, sneaking in a final kiss goodbye.  

"I'll text you, okay?" 

With a wink and a flick on the underside of Jungkook's chin, Taehyung is gone, slipping through the door with the stealth of a predator on the prowl. Jungkook has far less class. He practically stumbles out of the storage room and narrowly avoids colliding with one of the other student employees because his legs won't cooperate with the rest of his body. 

"Jungkook, can you-" the student begins and frowns when they're interrupted by Jungkook's shrill voice. 

"Just a sec!" 

Jungkook ducks his head a few times between muttered apologies as he hurries toward the bathroom to deal with the messy state Taehyung has left him in. 

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