#taekook
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taehyung knows he shouldn't be doing this. they're just project partners—in no way should he be lurking in jeongguk's closet, pressing one of the alpha's hoodies to his face.
he shouldn't be. but he can't help it—can't help the way he loves his scent.
the way the members get immeasurably happy whenever another member shows up on live and they get distracted and talk to them instead leaves my heart in SHAMBLES they’re each other’s
#1
today's domestic
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taehyung has a bad habit of taking the blankets with him whenever he needs something in the middle of the night. especially in the winter.
cue jeongguk waking up /freezing/ because both the loml And the blankets are Gone
okay listen. taekook au where one of jeongguk’s friends asked him earlier to get taehyung’s number for him, because, quote unquote, “you’re his best friend.”
so here jeongguk is. staring angrily at the middle of a table in the bakery taehyung works at.
taekook au where jeongguk is a model getting his degree in art... but even in the world of models, fellow art student taehyung is the most beautiful man he's ever seen
taekook au where after jeongguk is staring rather aggressively at a row of black hoodies, he realizes taehyung's hand is not in his anymore.
so he abandons the hoodies in order to find his husband again.
and when he does, he finds him in the baby clothes aisle.
taekook au where being roommates is the simplest thing in the world. how close they sit on the couch, the food, the clothes they share, the nights taehyung sleeps besides him.
simple when tae comes up to him and goes, “let’s get a dog.” and jeongguk looks up and says, “okay.”
taekook au where taehyung always puts these on jeongguk’s forehead while he’s asleep so that jeongguk will sleepily notice it in the mirror when he washes up and he sleepily smiles really big and laughs softly, scratching his nose
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florist taehyung, the son of an elite family, has a bodyguard assigned to him due to the number of threats they’d gotten recently.
and, well. he can’t say he doesn’t like his presence—as long as he doesn’t scare away his customers.
which he is doing. great.
ok listen !!! jeongguk spots an eyelash on taehyung’s cheek and instead of just letting him know, his first instinct is to come close and cup taehyung’s face in his hands. looking right into his widened eyes as he gently, so gently brushes away the eyelash with his thumb
Dude at Starbucks just left the crowded store and went “Bye everyone,” and every single person in that store said goodbye I literally just met the main character
taekook au where jimin hasn’t met tae’s roommate yet—or seen his new apartment for that matter. so ofc he goes over when tae briefly invited him the night before.
knocking on the door in the morning, he’s fully expecting tae.
what he gets is a shirtless, buff, sleepy guy.
husbands taekook au in which jeongguk loves every part of taehyung, but sometimes he likes putting extra attention on a part of him. like his hands. gorgeous hands.
his heart is a fond mess when a sleepy taehyung leaves the toilet, bumbling to where jeongguk stands by the sink.
married
#taekook
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few things have been making taehyung feel excited these days, but coming home has always been one of them. always, always, the biggest reason being who he would see at home, with a new haircut he’s been hiding from him.
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taehyung is a renowned witch despite his intimidating beauty, customers of all kinds asking for potions. he's easygoing on the payment—that is until hunter jeongguk comes in, and perhaps he’s taken a liking to him.
”i only accept kisses in payment,” he teases.
#taekook
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as a prestigious demon hunter, taehyung is sent to the foggy outskirts of a town—abandoned, said to be roaming with demons that need to be exorcised.
but nothing could prepare him for the sight of a fallen angel sitting atop a stone, watching him intently.
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taehyung, frankly, hates jeongguk. the football player pisses him off in more ways than one, just by breathing.
his hatred increases when jeongguk beats him at volleyball. /him/. the team captain.
taehyung is determined to beat him—and he never loses at pocky.
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Areum is in awe after her father teaches her how to play Pokémon Go.
Even more so when she finds the most beautiful Pokémon she's ever /seen/. She /has/ to show him to her appa.
When Areum says she's found a 'TaeTae,' Jeongguk looks up—and the rest is history.
“and would you like anything else?”
“yes, one hot chocolate for—” jeongguk pauses, noticing the one he came with wasn’t next to him. “where did—”
“right here,” familiar laughter fills his ears, and suddenly arms come from behind to wrap around his waist, jeongguk melting.
taekook au where, after being together for so long, their bodies just... know.
even on the worst nights, nights where taehyung sits up gasping because the nightmare he had was /horrible/, stricken tears gliding down his cheeks, jeongguk is there beside him. he wakes up for him.
taekook au where jeongguk has stolen the kitchen to bake a cake for tae.
but he forgot to tie back his hair before he started and now groans over how it keeps falling over his eyes.
he would tie it himself—but then the most genius, galactic brain idea lights up in his head.
#taekook
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jeongguk is a (very bored) rabbit mascot, usually doing dance covers when he isn't waving at people and getting ignored.
but when he sees some asshole trying to take advantage of his long-time crush taehyung, well—he wasn't going to have that happen on his watch
hello i am currently going feral thinking about boyfriends taekook taking the bus and its really nothing—it /shouldn’t/ be anything—but jeongguk keeps wrapping his fingers around taehyung’s on the pole. so here tae is, red-faced and looking away while jeongguk looks smug as hell
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taehyung is the last known human omega in korea, and scientists have him held at a facility where he’s close monitored at all times.
intern jeongguk joins the team, and for the first time, taehyung—a man who never acknowledges anyone—positively reacts to him.
he wonders just what tomorrow might bring. hopefully—hopefully more of jeongguk's scent. hopefully close by, closer than the warmth a hoodie could bring.
taekook deserve to get more nose kisses in fics you guys like listen. taehyung’s nose is so NOSE and it has a lil mole on it it is so smooch. AND THEN JEONGGUK’S NOSE. jeongguk’s nose is The definition of “Kissable Nose” so like . how do you see these noses and not kiss
yk what'd be cute/sad
if jeongguk walks into the dorm only to see tae asleep, cuddling into his bff jimin who's on his phone 🥺 and jimin looks up and smiles at guk and when he gets close he wiggles his eyebrows.
“you jealous?” jimin whispers, and guk snorts.
“... a little.”
it smells so good. jeongguk always smells so good, sometimes leaving him feeling a bit dizzy when jeongguk leaned in too close to grab taehyung's notebook, talking softly to him about their photography project. maybe it was bad for an omega and an alpha to be paired together—
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fairy taehyung, protector of the ladybugs, has the job of helping ladybugs find warm places to hibernate for the winter.
he gets trapped in a human’s home by accident—and well. it’s a /really/ nice home. taehyung will claim it as his now.
“here—this one would look good on you.”
taehyung keeps staring, wide-eyed. and when it finally registers what the hell is going on—he flushes a deep, bright red, pressing his lips together as he looks at jeongguk, eyes still so wide and now, just a bit glazed.
yk the thought of jeongguk pressed against hoodie-swamped and sleepy taehyung, his hand covering taehyung’s holding his phone as he shows him how to navigate insta is very domestic very soft very i am crying now
kinda crazy how people are like “the problem is tkkrs take taekook too seriously” but arent we pretty serious that namgi have been married for 13 years LIKE WE’RE JOKING BUT WE’RE ALSO NOT JOKING ? ?
“okay,” taehyung says, and he's smiling. eyes twinkling, cheeks glistening in pink, hair messy from putting on the hoodie—he looks angelic. an angel. an angelic angel.
jeongguk cannot believe he's only noticing this now.
jeongguk—
has a small smile on his face as he watches him.
taehyung panics.
“i can explain,” he breathes out, almost a whimper, terrified, heartbeat loud in his ears at being caught doing something like /this/, such a huge invasion of privacy.
jeongguk's hands stop him.
“no. no—keep it.”
taehyung's gone back to staring at him. lips parted, watching jeongguk himself flush bright red, just as red as taehyung's cheeks are.
“i said—i said it would look good on you. so. so, keep it?”
jeongguk's eyes widen at the sight. and taehyung wonders just why jeongguk's ears tint red—maybe taehyung's scent has turned sweeter than it normally is, what his friends have told him happens whenever taehyung is in a good mood—or flustered. like now.
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when taehyung runs into their dorm, tripping over his feet, jeongguk's head springs up in shock from where he sits on his bed.
“take your shirt off!” taehyung shouts, breathless as he runs to the table.
“... w-what?”
“i need to paint before i lose the idea—”
taekook au where jeongguk leads taehyung to the living room on valentine’s morning, fingers warm in his as he helps him take careful steps.
“and—here. you can open your eyes now, tae.”
and when he does, the fallen angel gasps at the sight of a small sculpture on the table.
how was he ever going to face jeongguk again—how would he ever let him near him again, how—
“no need to.”
taehyung snaps out of his spiraling thoughts, staring at the other.
“what?”
“you don't need to explain.”
whatever you do do not consider taehyung trailing his fingers through jeongguk’s blonde hair, sifting the pads of his fingers between the brown streaks along the sides and jeongguk just sighing in content, closing his eyes and lolling his head to the side to let him continue
#taekook
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taehyung is in charge of the kissing booth—but as a vampire, he /hates/ werewolves.
so he outright seethes when jeongguk slams a $5 bill at his $1 booth.
”i'm not kissing you and your dog breath.”
guk smirks, amused. “customer gets what he wants, sweetheart.”
“i washed it recently, so my scent should be stronger.”
and with those words, taehyung knows he knows. knows exactly why taehyung is in here in the first place. knows what he had wanted, had craved.
and—and yet here jeongguk is. giving him a hoodie, putting it on him—
· — 👕 —
taehyung smells like honeysuckles and rosewater, a dash of vanilla in the midst. jeongguk always had to take a second to breathe it in, digest it so that he could interact with taehyung calmly.
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whenever taehyung smiles, jeongguk just has the urge to—kiss. his roommate & best friend has the most adorable boxy smile, after all; he has to use all his strength to control himself.
it’s overkill, though, when taehyung draws a smiley face on his cheek one day.
but taehyung couldn't think like that, not when he couldn't fight the urge to just inhale, soak himself in the scent of smoking pine trees against an ocean breeze, a wildfire beside a beach—warm, all consuming. consuming him.
taehyung whirls around, eyes wide, falling on jeongguk watching him, watching him with crossed arms, seeing taehyung still holding onto the hoodie, seeing him /wearing his hoodie/, in his fucking /closet/, without his permission—
his smile is no longer just a small upturn of lips—it's more formed, and gentle. it's gentle. jeongguk is smiling softly at him. why on earth would he—
jeongguk straightens, taehyung flinching at the movement out of reflex. watches the alpha pause, seeing his reaction,
taehyung opens his eyes, peering at his reflection in front of the standing mirror in jeongguk's closet. he thinks he likes how he looks in jeongguk's clothes, pulling at the neckline to bring it back to his nose again.
inhale. exhale.
alpha, alpha, alpha.
taehyung kind of wants to cry.
“i, um.”
“hey.” jeongguk's voice is a murmur, gentle. soothing. soothing, alpha—alpha—
“it's okay, alright?”
taehyung nods, his cheeks so hot, every breath of air just filled with jeongguk's scent.
he moves to take the hoodie back off—
alpha—
taehyung's eyes shoot open. and stay pinned on the reflection in front of him—at the form leaning against the closet doorway.
taehyung's heart plummets to his stomach, his breathing turning shallow.
oh, no. no no no.
he's fine, he tells himself, as jeongguk tugs the hoodie off of him, careful. taehyung covers himself self-consciously when it's off, and he swears—swears he sees jeongguk's eyes darken when he glances down at golden skin.
neither of them acknowledge, when jeongguk sees taehyung off, the fact that taehyung's sweater is still on the closet floor. they both know it's there. they don't say anything.
“i'll see you tomorrow?”
taehyung nods, fiddling with the hoodie sleeve. “tomorrow.”
“may i?” jeongguk says under his breath, and taehyung looks back up at him. eyes wide. heartbeat so ridiculously loud in his ears, jeongguk's scent now filling his lungs in more ways than one.
taehyung's eyes are glazed. “okay,” he whispers. because yes—okay, okay.
and when it's fitted nicely on him, a little too big, taehyung gets a large waft of jeongguk's scent—feels cocooned, this hoodie much more absorbed with that smell than the one he'd put on before. he feels warm all over, a small gasp leaving his lips, closing his eyes.
“taehyung,” jeongguk says when taehyung continues staring at him, staring at the hoodie he’s still holding in front of him. but taehyung—he's still frozen, unable to comprehend fully what jeongguk wants him to do, that jeongguk isn't throwing him out of his house right now.
taehyung presses his lips together, trying to conceal the smile threatening to break out of its seams. oh—he can't believe that happened.
it already feels like a dream. wearing jeongguk's hoodie, wrapped up in that scent, properly, without secret.
taehyung pulls off the sweater he's wearing, letting it fall to the ground so he can put on the black hoodie he's holding, smelling of jeongguk. and it feels /right/, being wrapped up in a scent like this—
it shouldn't feel right. he shouldn't be doing this. he shouldn't—
jeongguk looks like he's about to face-palm himself. and it's that face—that regretful furrow of his brow and the grimace under his pressed lips as he questions what the hell he's saying—it gets taehyung to laugh.
small, bright giggle—jeongguk's eyes widen again.
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jeongguk is staring down at his textbook when he hears a rattle come from the bathroom, followed by a distressed groan.
he looks up, raising a brow at the bathroom door. and, after another rattle—
“uh, gukkie? i think the shower door is stuck, haha…”
“i should, i should go.”
taehyung nods immediately, understanding. kind of. “this is your apartment.”
fuck. right. “right. i. yeah. i'll just—” and jeongguk walks out of the closet, just like that.
hello!! today i am thinking about taehyung plopping onto the couch beside his boyfriend, who is heavily engrossed in his phone.
they’re used to each other in the way they know that sometimes, being beside them is all they need. so jeongguk doesn’t look up just yet,
GUYS . my irl best friend (whom i have been in love with for a while now.) she . confessedtomelastnight im CRYIDNNBDNSN I FEEL LIKE IM LIVING AN AU I CANT DO THISBSVSBN
he blinks sleepily at him, cheek pressed against the pillow he’s holding, and offers a small smile.
jeongguk’s heart is about to explode.
“oh, pup,” he says breathlessly, and taehyung lifts a hand out to him, fingers splayed, reaching.
it’s black, like the one he's wearing now, except the one jeongguk holds has a monarch butterfly imprinted on it.
and jeongguk holds it out to him.
taehyung stares.
but jeongguk's eyes flit back up as fast as his glance. stay there, meeting taehyung's eyes. as if determined to keep them there. as if forcing himself not to look.
and he puts the hoodie he'd draped on his arm over taehyung's head, the omega raising his arms for the sleeves.
and he can’t help but lean his cheek against the omega’s hair. taehyung shifts a little, getting comfortable, maybe nuzzling his cheek once or twice into the alpha’s shoulder, and jeongguk definitely thinks this is the best way to spend class, cuddling in the dark.
“i'll keep it,” taehyung repeats, smile soft, gentle.
jeongguk nods, almost absentmindedly. “okay. good. that's—that's good.”
they stand there, staring at each other. five seconds. ten.
jeongguk snaps out of it. he points at the doorway to the closet with his thumb.
#taekook
au ☀ ;
taehyung knew jeongguk went to jinmin’s apartment, so he’s only a little surprised when he gets a call from jimin.
“hey,” there’s laughter in his voice. “so, jeongguk is totally shit-faced right now—”
“not,” he hears jeongguk say. “no shit on my face.”
before deciding to keep moving, slow. taehyung's breathing is rapid in his chest as he watches jeongguk move closer, but not towards him.
no, jeongguk reaches for the array of shirts and jackets and hoodies hung up, sifting through them for a second, before pulling one out.
jeongguk lets out a breath. and then he steps closer, hooking the hoodie over his arm—
before reaching out, fingers taking the hem of the hoodie taehyung is wearing.
taehyung's breath hitches as he looks down at those hands—can feel their warmth if he concentrates.
he’s happy, knowing taehyung is comfortable being this close, comfortable wearing his scent.
he doesn’t think his heart has ever felt so full.
· — 👕 — ·
finally scent him as taehyung does the same.
leaving their scents on each other, wearing them close, holding each other close, basking in each other’s scent and warmth and comfort—jeongguk could get used to this.
he wonders if he had slept in it, too, wonders how many times taehyung had brought it up to his nose throughout the past few days.
taehyung gives jeongguk the butterfly hoodie, and they put on their respective clothes at the same time.