taekook au;

VNT has created a name for themselves as one of the best in the industry—completely unrivaled.

It all changes when a rookie band with a gorgeous, cocky, and extremely flirty front man emerges, determined to make Taehyung's life a living hell.

• enemies to lovers
• taekook bicker like, all the time
• there’s some sexual tension though
• oblivious pining
• jungkook’s a flirty a/sshole and tae hates that he lowkey likes it

• please quote, don’t reply!
• feedback and comments are appreciated ♡
• enjoy!

profiles:

VNT

Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, and Jin

profiles:

the 1975

Jungkook, Hoseok, Namjoon

— yes this is me lowkey spreading my the 1975 agenda please leave me alone (also if you don’t like the 1975 please just keep it to yourself or just stop reading hehe thank u)

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2. the shading begins

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4. vnt? unbothered

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7. side minjoon, anyone?

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22. is your checklist the same as tae's too?

23. hmmmmmmmm

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27. annoyingly hot

28. i love tae's fit

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31. after party

32. tae

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35. suddenly tae's room became boring

Taehyung doesn't know why he came to the party.

One minute he was in his bathroom about to apply a face mask, the next he's putting on his leather jacket and boots and heading to the private club nearby.

Now he's at a club that reeks of alcohol and sweaty rockstars. The usual.

"Taehyungieeeee," a drunk Jimin slurs, throwing an arm around Taehyung's shoulder and holding up a tequila shot with his free hand, "take this shot, please."

"Minnie, I literally just took three shots when I arrived. Give me time to adjust, will you?" Taehyung argues.

"But y-you," he hiccups, "need to catch up with us! W-we're,"—another hiccup—"all sooo drunk and you're,"—hiccup—"still sober as hell. Booooo."

Taehyung barely registers what he's saying, eyes darting across the dimmed lights of the club. He's subconsciously searching for something—for someone—but hell be damned if he admitted it to himself.

He's just looking for familiar faces, is all.

No one in particular.

"Taetae, why aren't you paying attention to me? You keep looking around the club," Jimin whines. "Who are you even looking for?" He asks, tone obviously teasing.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "No one, Chim. Just looking for familiar faces."

"Liar liar pants on fire," Jimin sings. "I know exactly why you're here. But—" he hurriedly adds after registering Tae's glare, "I'll drop it if you just take this shot."

"I don't want to. I'll take it later, just give me a few minutes, and—"

And that's when Taehyung saw him.

On the dancefloor, looking annoyingly gorgeous in an all black ensemble, cheeks flushed, drunk off his mind, hands on some girl's hips, lips on her neck.

Jeon Jeongguk.

Taehyung stares. Stares for what seemed like hours as Jeongguk sways with the girl's hips, movement fluid as if riding on the wave of the music blaring from the speakers.

Stares as Jeongguk pulls the girl in, hips not even a millimeter apart.

Stares as he runs his nose down the girl's jaw and plants a kiss on her exposed neck.

Stares as Jeongguk brings his lips closer to the girl's own, closer and closer and closer until Taehyung finally breaks his stare and looks at Jimin, cheeks on fire, head fuzzy.

He finds it ridiculous that he's suddenly feeling heated, palms sweaty, jaw clenched. Not because of what he just witnessed, no.

He blames it solely on the alcohol.

The alcohol. Suddenly, he wants more.

"You know what?" Taehyung says, taking the shot from Jimin, "I'm suddenly in the mood to drink." He downs the shot, immediately pouring himself another one. "Order three more bottles for the entire table. On me."

Taehyung's drank about half a bottle of liquor when he finds himself washing off the shot that Jimin spilled all over his clothes. He's drunk to say the least, head fuzzy, stomach churning, the bathroom walls around him spinning in real time.

He's dabbing water on his tequila-soaked pants when he freezes at the sound of a velvety voice behind him.

"It's nice to finally meet you, pretty boy."

Taehyung looks up at the mirror and sees him—Jeon Jeongguk—staring from behind him.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Taehyung snaps, eyes narrowing. His head is spinning twice as fast now.

"Oh, you don't have to act like you don't know me," Jeongguk says, taking a step towards him. "I know you do."

Taehyung audibly sighs, determined to keep the nonchalance in his voice. "Oh, are you that 1969 dude that keeps harrassing me on twitter? Cute."

Jeongguk chuckles, a low breathy sound that, accompanied by his smirk, sends unknown shivers down Taehyung's spine.

"1969. Adorable. It's the 1975, actually, and yeah," Jeongguk says, taking another step and he's so close that Taehyung can smell the liquor radiating from him. "Name's Jeongguk. I must say," He says, eyes slowly darting all over Taehyung's flushed face.

"You're even prettier in real life, Taehyung."

"Wish I could say the same about you." Taehyung snaps, voice cold.

Jeongguk hums. "You don't have to. I didn't say it to get a compliment back. I just stated a fact."

Taehyung blames the alcohol for the blush creeping up his cheeks. Not because Jeon Jeongguk is a few inches behind him, telling him he's pretty. No. The alcohol. It's the alcohol's fault.

"Whatever." He shrugs, wishing Jeongguk would just leave so he can finally breathe again.

But he doesn't. Instead, he hums, reaching a hand over Taehyung's left thigh.

"What happened to you?" Jeongguk asks, lips dangerously close to the shell of Taehyung's ear. "You're all wet."

Taehyung chokes on air, clears his throat. "I, um, my best friend spilled tequila on me, so I'm trying to clean it off." He stutters, steadily aware of his rapid breathing. Stupid alcohol.

"What a shame. You look hot in your outfit. Even when you're all wet." Jeongguk smirks.

"Why do you even care? Don't you have somewhere to be? Your girlfriend's probably waiting for you already." Taehyung didn't mean to roll his eyes. Or maybe he did.

Jeongguk pauses. "Girlfriend?"

"Yeah. Your girlfriend." Taehyung says, matter-of-factly.

Jeongguk furrows his brows. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Taehyung huffs. He's such a liar. "So were you just having a tongue fight with some random girl on the dancefloor tonight?"

"Oh, her? Yeah, I don't even know her name. She was just cute and wanted to dance with me." Jeongguk explains.

"You obviously did more than just dancing but whatever." Taehyung says, fighting the little pout forming on his lips.

Jeongguk pauses. "Why are you so bothered by me making out with some random girl?"

"Not that random, Jeongguk. It looked sensual. But whatever. I don't even care."

And suddenly, Jeongguk's demeanor changes from confused to cocky in a millisecond. "Seems to me like you're jealous, Pretty Boy." He says, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

A ridiculous claim. How can he even—? Absurd. Outrageous. Jealous?! Are you kidding? Kim Taehyung never gets jealous. A million thoughts run through his head and he's ready to tell Jeongguk off but all his voice could come up with is a meek—"What?"

"Did it bother you when I did this to her?" He moves closer, placing his hands on Taehyung's hips.

And Taehyung, well, he's speechless. Brain going haywire. Heart beating a thousand miles per second. Breathing erratic. Skin burning.

"U-uh," He manages to use his voice, "no. I didn't even look." Deep breaths, Taehyung.

Jeongguk hums. "Hm? You didn't see when I did this?" Jeongguk moves closer, impossibly close, tracing his nose down Taehyung's sharp jaw line. Taehyung's skin burns where Jeongguk touched him.

Jeongguk pauses just right by Taehyung's chin, lips impossibly close to the exposed skin on his neck that he can feel his hot, liquor-scented breath on him.

"No. I-I didn't." He stutters through his lie.

"You know," Jeongguk says, looking right at Taehyung through the mirror, hands still on his hips, lips hovering just above his neck. "I saw your tweet about not going to the party and instead sleeping early tonight. What changed your mind?"

You. "Nothing."

Jeongguk smiles and lets out a light chuckle that Taehyung feels throughout his body. "Did it have anything to do with me? With the photo I posted?"

Yes. "No."

"That photo was for you, you know." His grip on Taehyung's hips tighten ever so slightly. "I said 'come thru', hoping you would. And you did. A good boy, aren't you? So obedient." Jeongguk purrs and Taehyung's head fogs, dizzy from the praise.

"So, angel, why don't you answer me, hm? Did you come here for me?"

Taehyung wants to scream. Or melt. He could just melt right there so he wouldn't have to deal with Jeon Jeongguk anymore. But he can't, so instead, he lies again. "No."

Jeongguk sighs. "A good boy but a bad liar."

And Taehyung's dizzy. Oh, so dizzy. Dizzy from the alcohol, dizzy from the praise, dizzy from this bathroom conversation, dizzy from Jeon Jeongguk.

"Two notes, Kim Taehyung. One, you're cute when you're jealous. Two, I'm single. She was just a two minute fling. And I won't be interested in anyone else, not when someone else has all my attention now." Jeongguk whispers against Taehyung.

"You better go clean that up before it dries," He says, talking about the tequila-stained clothes Taehyung's all but forgotten about.

"See you when I see you, pretty boy." he whispers, planting a soft, lingering kiss on Taehyung's neck.

He leaves.

And Taehyung finally melts.

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37. the morning after

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41. surprise, jungkook's just a big soft baby underneath all those tattoos

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46. uh oh

Taehyung has been pissed all night.

It's been about two hours since the second night of the festival started, and he's been in a bad mood since Jeongguk ignored him during soundcheck.

It's not that he cares, no. He's pissed because Jeongguk is being so incredibly rude, treating him like he's invisible after flirting with him in the bathroom last night. Who the hell even does that?

Even a glance would be nice. Or, you know, any type of indication or acknowledgement of Taehyung's existence... But no, Jeongguk doesn't even spare him one.

Just to be clear, again, Taehyung absolutely, positively does NOT care. Nope. Not at all. It just bothers him that Jeongguk is being rude. Rude people piss Taehyung off. That's all it is.

It's not like he has, like, a crush or something. That would be absurd. Taehyung doesn't even find Jeongguk attractive, not even the slightest bit. In fact, he finds him quite annoying.

His annoying smirk and his annoying voice and his annoying tattoos and his annoying bright eyes and his annoyingly cute bunny teeth. Everything about him is just annoying.

So, no. Taehyung definitely doesn't like him.

"Tae! I've been talking to you for the past ten minutes and you haven't even been listening," Jimin whines. He's adding dark, glittery shadow on his eyelids.

Taehyung blinks. "Sorry Chim, I'm just kinda tired."

"Tired? Yeah right. You've practically broken that stress ball in half."

Taehyung looks at the stress ball he borrowed from one of their staff & finds the deep cut in the middle that almost extends all the way across. He didn't realize he's been using his nails while squeezing.

"What's gotten you so pissed, anyway? You weren't like this before we arrived at the stadium." Jimin notes, now swiping his favorite strawberry lip gloss on his plump lips.

"Nothing, Chim. I don't really want to talk about it."

"Well whatever it is, you better snap out of it," Jimin smacks his lips with a pout while looking at the mirror. "There's just one more band 'til we perform and I don't want you all distracted and shit."

Taehyung sighs. He's right. "Yeah, I'm just gonna head out and clear my head for a while."

Taehyung opens the door to the hallway and starts to make his way outside, knowing he needs a breath of fresh air if he's going to clear his head.

He makes a left to a narrow hallway, but before he can move further, two boys who looked awfully familiar opens the door a few doors down.

"Don't stay too long, Jeongguk!" Namjoon—or Dimples, according to Jimin—calls out, directing his voice to someone who's still inside the dressing room.

"15 minutes til we get called onstage, DON'T be late!" The other guy, Hobi, warns.

The two walk past Taehyung without a glance, hurrying to where the production assistants are.

Taehyung continues to walk the hallway, but hesitates in front of the dressing room to his right. He looks at the sign plastered on the door that says "The 1975".

And just like that, the anger and irritation directed towards the stupid boy with the stupid tattoos and his stupid rude attitude and his stupid hotness comes bubbling up again.

Before he knows it, he's opening the door and storming in.

Jeongguk almost jumps from his chair when he hears the door slam and lock from behind him.

He stands and looks over, wide-eyed, and almost chokes when he sees who's standing right in front of the door.

Kim Taehyung.

"Um." Jeongguk croaks out.

Taehyung laughs, but not a good kind of laugh, the kind of laugh that would send chills down someone's body. Someone like Jeongguk.

"'Um'? Really?" It's only now that he's walking closer that Jeongguk realizes—Taehyung's pissed. "That's all you can say after being rude to me all day?"

"Who, me?" Jeongguk's nervous as he watches Taehyung walk closer and closer to where he's standing.

"Yeah, Jeongguk. You." Taehyung's rolling his eyes, and he's just a few feet away from him now and he looks so insanely hot and intimidating that Jeongguk feels his skin crawl.

"What did I do?" But he knows exactly what he did.

Tae chuckles darkly, a sound so deep it rings through Jeongguk's ears.

"You're unbelievable. But you know what? I really should've known." He takes a step closer & Jeongguk finds himself taking a step back. "Should've known that someone like you would do something like that."

Taehyung takes another step. "You know what I think, Jeongguk? I think you've wanted me from the beginning. Right from the moment you told that magazine that VNT had a hot frontman." Jeongguk keeps taking a step back everytime Taehyung takes a step forward.

"And when you found me in that bathroom, all drunk and bothered, you saw the chance and you took it. You flirted with me and then, like all players do, pretended I didn't exist the next day. Well you know what?"

Jeongguk can't take another step anymore. Instead, he finds himself falling backwards and sitting on the chair behind him. He's breathless, can't do anything but stare at the beauty in front of him.

Taehyung moves closer, places his hands on either side of the armrests, until he's hovering over Jeongguk.

He smirks, brings his lips right by Jeongguk's ear and whispers. "Two can play at that game."

And just like that, Jeongguk knows he's screwed.

He nervously chews at his lips, can't find his voice to say anything back.

"You know," Taehyung whispers, and Jeongguk can feel soft lips on his jaw, "that was pretty cruel, what you did."

Taehyung slowly traces a line with his lips down Jeongguk's neck. "Got me all hot and bothered, telling me I'm cute when I'm jealous."

Taehyung smiles against Jeongguk's skin and Jeongguk can feel it. Feel it all over his body, all at once. "Tracing your nose down my jaw, making me feel weak."

Taehyung takes his hands from the armrest and instead, places them on Jeongguk's thigh, awfully close to where his crotch is. "Hm, never realized how amazing your thighs are."

Taehyung squeezes Jeongguk's thighs, brings his lips right by his earlobe. "Wonder how it would feel to sit on them."

Taehyung's voice is deep and sexy and he's squeezing Jeongguk's thighs and he's whispering sensual things right by his ear and he says he wants to sit on Jeongguk's thighs and Taehyung's insanely hot and Jeongguk's /hard/.

Everything just feels so sexy, so hot, and so risky. The fact that the dressing room doesn't have a lock and anyone can just walk in and catch them makes the whole thing even hotter.

"Taehyung..." Jeongguk finds his voice, voice barely above a whisper, "Fuck, what are you doing to me?"

Taehyung brings his lips down to Jeongguk's neck and sinks his teeth in his skin, sucking until he's sure he's left a deep, purple mark.

Jeongguk groans, throws his head back, and unconsciously thrusts his hip upwards just a little bit, only for Taehyung to push it back down using the hands on his thighs.

"Fuck, Taehyung..." He drags out Taehyung's name, letting it fall from his lips like honey.

And honestly, there's no point in denying it anymore.

Jeongguk's hella fucking hard now.

Taehyung smirks, brings his lips closer until it's hovering just above Jeongguk's. They're so close that they can feel each other's breath on their lips, so close that when Taehyung speaks, Jeongguk feels his lips move against his.

"Want me to do something about your little problem down there, hotstuff?"

Jeongguk's sure he's never nodded faster his entire life. "Yes. Yes, please, Taehyung."

But they're interrupted by a woman's voice on the dressing room's speaker. "5 minutes 'til the 1975! Band members, please gather by the green room now."

And Jeongguk's sure Taehyung orchestrated the whole thing, timed everything perfectly so he gets to tease him like this.

Jeongguk confirms it when he feels Taehyung smile against his lips, a playful smirk that will burn in Jeongguk's mind for a long time.

"Oops. Oh well." And just like that, Taehyung pulls away and turns to walk towards the same door he came in, making sure he sways his hips so Jeongguk has no choice but to stare at his ass.

He opens the door, but before he leaves, he looks back at Jeongguk with the most innocent smile he can muster.

"Good luck on your set, Jeonggukkie. I'll be watching." He blows him a kiss, and then he's gone.

And he leaves Jeongguk sitting there, in the middle of an empty dressing room, shell-shocked, hard, a tiny bit in love with Kim Taehyung, and well, blueballed.

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