Little problem (+ small drabble)

Jungkook lets out a distressed sigh, pulling hard on the thin ribbons between his fingers, trying to pull the folds of his new pants together as much as possible. The reference photo he saw on the page where he bought them showed that the seams formed by the ribbons should be tight and almost like an impenetrable wall, leaving nothing visible. However, Jungkook can still glimpse his skin with ease and is distressed by the exposure of his ass.

But why the hell won't it close? He has a dinner party with his friends, he can't go out like this!

"Hyung, I need help!" he cries out with a couple of tears at the corners of his eyes, feeling the desperation grow as the ribbons he's holding makes his fingers ache from the constant tugging and pulling he's been doing, leaving his skin red and irritated. "Taehyungie hyung!"

The younger almost cried when he notices in the mirror's reflection the worried face of his hyung quickly approaching him, with his black hair done up neatly and his clothes perfect on his frame. God, they're going to be late once again because of him.

"I-It won’t close..." he mumbles quietly, his arms shaking from the constant effort. "My pa-pants, I can't close it, hyung..."

At first, Taehyung doesn't understand what his boyfriend means by that, eyes fixed on the younger's distressed face. But when he decides to lower with his gaze it all makes sense.

"Oh, angel, do you want hyung to help you with it?"

"Please," Jungkook nods softly, finally loosening his grip to let his boyfriend's nimble hands take care of the problem. The relief is instantaneous, feeling the tingling that runs from his wrist to his fingertips as his blood circulation is renewed.

Taehyung holds the small thin ribbons with ease, tangling them between his fingers for a better grip, and pulls hard to close the seams formed between the folds. However, the result is the same, it doesn't close.

"Mm, it's harder than I thought."

"See, I've been like this for almost half an hour... "Jungkook looks anxious when he says that, chewing on his fingertip in despair. "At this rate we're going to be late to meet the others and it's going to be my fault, again!"

"Don't say that, precious, it's not like that," the older tries to calm him down, not letting go of the ribbons at any point, leaning down to leave a couple of kisses on his boyfriend's bare shoulder. "It'll be alright, we'll make it in time."

"B-but..."

"Shhh, breathe," the younger takes a moment to comply, taking a deep breath each time he feels a sob about to escape his lips, following the rhythm Taehyung sets for him from the mirror's reflection. "There, just like that, easy now. It's still early, don't worry, mm? Trust me."

"Okay. C-can you try again, hyung?"

"Sure, just let me sit on the bed. I think it'll be easier that way."

They both move awkwardly to the right, with Jungkook taking small uneasy steps due to the fear he feels at the thought of ruining all the effort already made to hold the abomination that is supposed to cover his ass, and get comfortable on the bed, with Taehyung sitting with his legs spread while Jungkook settles in between them, now facing the older one so that it will be easier for Taehyung to pull with all his strength.

"Ready?"

Jungkook nods nervously, resting his hands on the older's shoulders. "Y-yes."

"One, two, three!"

The sound hits them before the realization.

One moment Taehyung is pulling hard on the ribbons and, the next, they both hear them rip cleanly, ruining all the effort they've put in.

"H-hyung... Th-that was-?"

"No! I-It just ripped a little bit, it's fine, I promise it's fine so please don't cr-!"

Jungkook bursts into tears.

"Oh, my God."

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"Well, are you coming or not?"

"Uh... y-yeah, just," Jimin frowns as his friend interrupts his sentence to mutter a bunch of apologies and compliments in the distance, all at the same time, like some sort of ancient mantra used to appease the wrath of some millennia-old beast. What the hell? "I need to find something Jungkook wants to wear right now and, uh, I'm failing to do so."

"Didn't Jungkook buy those stupid pants with laces for today?"

Taehyung remains silent.

"Didn't he?"

"Technically, yes, but..."

"But?"

"But..." An annoyed shout echoes from the phone's speaker, along with many, many, complaints. Taehyung lets out a sigh. "Look, I'll call you when we're going. Jungkook isn't feeling well and I need to calm him down before he starts threatening to kill my plants.."

"Okay?"

"Talk to you later, bye," Jimin slowly lowers the phone from his ear when he hears the sound of the call ending, feeling confused. Namjoon next to him notices this and asks what's wrong. He simply shrugs his shoulders. "He said they're going to be late."

"Again?"

The blond nods.

"Well, shall we order a pizza then? I'm starving."

"Sure."

"Okay, then, how about mozzarella with pineapple?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "God, you're gross."

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N/A: sooooo, I'm trying something new? tadaaa~ jsjsjsjss If you haven't seen it yet, I updated the benefits in each tier where content like this is now also included to allow you to enjoy with me this little hobby I'm trying hehe. Possibly tomorrow I'll post the first chapter of one of the fests I joined so I hope you like it <3