playboy!jungkook

“It just felt nice to be with him, you know? To…spread my legs and be the person that I am." Jungkook bites his lips, trembling. “Spread your legs,” he repeats slowly. Realisation dawns horrifically late on Taehyung. He sits up quickly. “M-My wings. I said—” Jungkook collapses into laughter, delighted as always by any instance of the other's mortification. “Oh my god. Hang on, I have to tell Yoongi hyung.” Taehyung flushes. “Do not text hy—” “You think maybe he could work it into one of his raps?” Jungkook looks so excited, pulling out his phone. “Oh my god, I should suggest that. He’s going to explode with joy.“ “I hate you,” Taehyung hisses. His ears are burning and there's a homicidal itch under his skin but it's important to use his words, not his fists. “I hate you and I’m going to set fire to your guitar, asshole.” OR The one where Taehyung sleeps with a furry, falls in love with his neighbour, chases all his exes and makes some pretty terrible life decisions. Not in that order. (The What's Your Number inspired fic no one asked for! )