fuckin’ around the christmas tree | jjk & kth
anyway, twitter saw it first, but here’s what i’m working on that i’ll publish closer to christmas. i probably won’t do an official teaser for this? so i’ll leave you with a snippet instead (~500 words) under the cut.
“Surprise…?” Taehyung cheers weakly, gesturing at his friend. “It’s, uh, Jungkook.”
You stare at your boyfriend, then at Jungkook, then back again at Taehyung.
“Yes. I can see that,” you reply robotically, blinking at the half-naked man that just burst out of the box. The man in question, Jungkook, is wearing a gold tinsel wrapped his neck like a scarf, and on his raven-hair, is a santa hat, skewed slightly to the left. “The point is… why is he here?”
“Taehyung said—”
“No, no, Jungkook. You’re perfectly fine,” you interrupt with a raised hand, cutting off whatever excuse Jungkook’s about to say. Your other hand clenches around the blanket you’re wearing, pulling the heavy fleece tighter around your figure in hopes that it could get rid of the shame of having Jungkook witnessed something he shouldn’t have. “Let me hear it from my boyfriend and why he invited his friend over for Christmas,” you emphasize the words with a growl.
Taehyung had the decency to look ashamed, but the pout he wears tells you that he doesn’t regret his actions. “I thought I could surprise my beautiful girlfriend with an extra gift. Clearly, she doesn’t like it. Sorry, Kook, I’ll take you back home.”
“Sorry for intruding,” the youngest mumbles as he steps out of the ruined box to follow Taehyung to the exit.
Seeing their slumped shoulders as they struggled to put their shoes and outerwear on has you sighing. Okay, perhaps you feel a tiny bit of regret about kicking the two men out into the freezing cold. Plus, it is Christmas and your boyfriend was thoughtful enough to bring his heartthrob of a friend into your home.
“Wait.”
Taehyung’s the first to turn around, puppy-eyed and hopeful. “Yes?”
You can’t believe you’re doing this. Towards your boyfriend, you ask, “Taehyung, are you sure you don’t mind sharing your present?” You gesture at your silhouette, hinting at the costume – if you can even call the ribbons criss-crossing your torso a costume – you’re wearing underneath it.
He shakes his head firmly, swiping his bottom lip with his tongue. “I don’t mind,” he whispers.
There’s nothing else for you to do but take his answer as an indisputable truth. If he said he doesn’t mind, and he’s more than willing to satiate your fantasy, you guess there’s no harm in having a little bit of fun.
Your hands tremble in anticipation as you let the tan blanket fall gradually, exposing pieces of yourself – starting from your shoulders, and then down, down, down – until the it pools around your feet, returning you to the state you were in when their botched surprise happened. Holding their gazes, you step towards the stunned figures with an extra sway of your hips, and you had to suppress your smile when Jungkook gulps at the show.
You smirk coyly from one man to the other, amused at the matching shocked faces. You pluck the tinsel from around Jungkook’s neck to wrap it around yours, brushing the end on your cleavage. “Well, should we get started on the celebration and unwrap this gift?”
