#jintaekook

Fandom: BTS  Pairing: Mild jintaekook  Rating: G (FLUFF!!!!) Word count: 1674  Summary: A mysterious present left sitting in the living room. Two extremely curious guys. One very unfunny hyung. Or… Taehyung and Jungkook come home after a long day of dance practice and don’t appreciate Jin’s jokes. (cross posted on ao3) 

(i’d like to thank @choicoco cuz i forced her to inspire me to write this)

There was nothing better than coming home after a long day of dance practice. All Taehyung and Jungkook wanted to do was change out of their sweaty clothes, drop down onto the couch, and zone out for the next twelve hours. After a quick change and a bit of freshening up two exhausted boys made their way to the living room, excited by the prospect of doing absolutely nothing… until their eyes fell on a very peculiar item sitting on the coffee table.

Crisp white paper.

A neat red bow.

A perfect square box.

Why was there a present on their coffee table?

“Not my birthday.” Jungkook said, slightly wide eyed, as if Taehyung didn’t know that.

“Same goes for me.” Tae responded quickly, as if Jungkook didn’t know that either.

“Who do you think it’s for?” Jungkook asked as the two began their cautious approach.

“Who do you think it’s from?” Taehyung added, as they surrounded the package.

They seemed on edge, their fluffy hair nearly lifting at the tips with tension, as if the box could explode with even the slightest wrong movement. Until Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in on the rectangular note hanging off the side of the box. He glanced at Tae, who glanced back at him. With a nod from both boys, Jungkook picked it up and began to read.

               To: Taehyungie & Jungkookie

               From: Worldwide Handsome Jin

               A present for the youngest members who have been working so hard!!

               Don’t open it until your hyung gets home!

               I’ll give you a hint though: I’m not telling ;)

Jungkook dropped the note as the boys dropped to their knees beside the table. All their energy had been restored by this mysterious box that Jin had left for them. What could be in it!? There was no particularly strong odor, and the box wasn’t very large… Maybe it was a game system, or a new pair of shoes… two new pairs of shoes. Taehyung reached out to poke the box, as if that would reveal the secrets that it held. Nothing happened.

“He’s evil,” Jungkook whined.

“Listen, he can’t be gone for that much longer.” Taehyung said, as he pulled himself up and sat down on the couch, keeping his eyes locked on the present. “I’m sure he’ll be home soon and we can open it. Let’s just… watch some TV until he gets here.”

“But hyung,” Jungkook whined again as he pulled back and sat down beside Tae, “I want to know what’s in it.”

“Me too.” Taehyung said flatly.

“I’m going to kick his ass when he gets home.” Jungkook huffed. Taehyung snorted, his lips pulling back into a broad, toothy grin, as he slapped his friend on the shoulder. “We have to figure out what’s in there.” Jungkook said, laughing slightly himself as he leaned forward to stare more intently at the box.

“We can’t open it, he’ll know.” Taehyung suggested, and Jungkook nodded in agreement. “We should shake it… check the weight… we know Jin we could probably figure it out.”

“We can break into his computer and check his bank statements… that would solve everything.” Jungkook said casually as he reached for the box.

Teahyung grabbed his wrist. Jungkook froze.

“What if he sees that we moved it…” Tae said, his eyes narrowing again, “what if he doesn’t give it to us.”

“Then we take it from him!” Jungkook groaned. “Anyone could have moved it, hyung. Everyone was home at some point today and we don’t know when Jin hyung put it there! This is killing me! It looks so fancy. It’s gotta be expensive!” Jungkook whined as he threw himself back against the couch again. How annoying! “I’m honestly going to drop kick it across the room, it’s pissing me off. Where is Jin hyung!?”

“I don’t think kicking it will help…” Taehyung said tentatively, although he was feeling the same frustration that Jungkook was. “I’ll message him.” Taehyung said as he pulled his phone out.

               Tae: Hyung!!!!

The boys waited for a minute.

               Tae: Jin hyung!! Where are you!? We’re worried sick!!

Another minute passed. And then two.

               Tae: Come home already!!!!

Half a minute, and finally Taehyung’s phone buzzed.

               Jin: lololololol

The room… exploded. Taehyung screamed as he jumped up from the couch resisting his urge to chuck his phone into the kitchen, as Jungkook groaned and cursed, throwing himself down onto the couch face first and flailing. They collapsed after that. Time became meaningless as the two sat there, tangled up in an exasperated mess of limbs, waiting for Jin to come home. It felt like hours had passed. Days. Weeks!

In reality it had been 15 minutes.

Jin walked through the door. Excited to see what sort of mess he had caused. He was half expecting to see the box ripped opened and paper all over the living room. Instead he found the box on the table, and Taehyung and Jungkook collapsed on the couch… eyes red from endless staring.

“And people say I’m the funny one,” Jin declared as he dropped down in the chair, his squeaky laugh slipping out as the two boys’ heads shot up.

“No one says you’re funny, hyung.” Jungkook grumbled.

“Hey!” Jin hissed, raising a hand to him. “After everything I’ve done for you! I even got you a present!” He huffed as he shook his head. “Well, what are you ungrateful little shits waiting for! Open it.” Jin declared, unable to keep the smile off his lips as he watched Tae and Jungkook lunge forward, each grabbing at different parts of the paper and tearing it open. They looked between the box and each other, and Jin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jin hyung…” Jungkook started slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared down at the now open box. The box that had them on the edge of their seats for what felt like forever.

“Are… are you kidding?” Taehyung asked as he slowly looked from the box to Jin.

“It’s empty.” Jungkook said flatly, his eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to look at Jin as well.

If looks could kill Jin would be dead. They couldn’t, though, and he didn’t seem particularly phased. It wasn’t as if he was treated with the most respect at any given time from these guys. Jin couldn’t help but laugh at the looks of pure anger coming from his friends. He wished someone else had been around to see this. Or that he’d put a camera in the living room. Oh that would have been smart! Shit! Oh well.

“I told you to wait for me to open it because I have the gift!” Jin declared as he got up from his seat. “One for you.” Jin chimed, as he leaned in and placed a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek. “And one for you.” He added as he quickly did the same to Taehyung before he could pull away.

“Are you kidding!?” Taehyung threw his head back in a groan.

Jin started laughing.

“No offence hyung, I’m going to kick you ass!” Jungkook declared. “Disgusting!” He added as he rubbed vigorously at his cheek.

Oh Jin really couldn’t breath this was so funny.

“We waited so long for that!? God we get more when you’re drunk!” Tae continued to complain.

Jin’s face was turning red, his eyes were starting to water.

“We get more when Jiminie’s drunk!” Jungkook added with another groan.

Jin doubled over as the two got up from their seat. Jungkook taking the opportunity to give the eldest a quick smack in the arm. Jin ignored it as he kept laughing.

“Oh you should see your faces!” He said through his squeaky laugh as the two began to leave, still cursing and grumbling. “Oh come on!” Jin called after them. “You two are no fun! You’d be laughing too if you were me.” He called out, wiping away a few tears. He rolled his eyes as Taehyung cursed back at him and walked over to the chair to pick up the bag that the two had obviously missed when he’d walked in. “Hey! I brought home takeout.” He called. “That was your real present. I picked up supper you ungrateful little brats!”

Taehyung and Jungkook stopped in their tracks. Both turning slowly, their eyes going immediately to the bag in Jin’s hand. The logo was promising. But the anger didn’t fade immediately, even as Jin held the bag up further and smell reached their noses. He could be pulling another lame prank. The bag could be empty. The smell could be fake. Jin could feel the tension in the air. He sighed as he stuck a hand in and pulled out a takeout container with a clear top, proving that he had in fact brought home supper.

“Hyung, hyung, hyung!” Jungkook chimed happily, his eyes widening suddenly as he and Taehyung ran forward. “Thank you!”

“Thank you Jin hyung.” Tae chimed as the biggest smile pushed onto his face. Jin cleared his throat, and Tae didn’t skip a beat. “World Wide Handsome hyungnim, thank you!” He repeated, nearly intoxicated by the smell.

The two leaned in, each plastering Jin’s cheeks, lips, and nose, with soft kisses as Jin giggled. All the while Tae’s hand slowly crept down and snatched the plastic bag out of Jin’s grip. He was the first to pull back. Laughing as he opened the bag and reveled in the smell, stepping back so Jin couldn’t grab it. Jungkook quickly pulled back too, laughing a bit as he started down at the bag.

No more thank yous were stated as the two turned their backs to Jin and began to head to one of their rooms, already prattling on about what they’d watch while they ate.