Taekook mafia au:

“I’m - I’m gonna fall!”

Taehyung lets out a shriek, tail wrapped in a vice grip around his owner’s thigh and ears flattened to his hair, but right before his bum hits the ground big warm hands wrap around his middle and soften his fall.

He hears a fond chuckle next to his ear, causing it to twitch, and turns his gaze up at Jeongguk, whose face usually grace an intimidating frown when they’re in public but now he’s smiling with amusement sparkling in his crescent eyes.

“You okay there, pup?” Jeongguk murmurs w his arms still wrapped around him.

With a shy blush spreading over his cheeks, he nods, lips jutting into a displeased pout. “Sorry,” He mumbles and glances to the side where numerous members of the gang stand a few feet away from them.

They’re all wearing identical stoic expressions but Taehyung’s /sure/ they’re laughing at him when he isn’t looking.

Jeongguk notices where he’s looking. “Don’t look at them, look at me.” He does as he’s told and averts his eyes to lock with his owner’s.

Something in Jeongguk’s stare has his breath hitching, and without noticing it he nods, relaxing as he lets Jeongguk to pull him upright.

As they continue to slowly skate, Jeongguk remains close and ready to catch him.

“You always walk with so much grace, pet,” It’s at that moment when Taehyung’s feet completely give up on him, a gasp ripped out of his throat before he slips forward, and without much thought his arms wind around Jeongguk’s neck for support and they both tumble to the ground.

Embarrassment washing over him, Taehyung buries his face in Jeongguk’s chest as he hears steps rushing toward them, surely their bodyguards wanting to make sure their boss isn’t severely injured.

After a moment and they still haven’t been surrounded with questions, he feels Jeongguk’s comforting hand on his ass. “Baby,”

He whines but doesn’t make any move to get up.

“It’s alright, I’m not hurt, and I enjoy taking care of you, no need to be embarrassed.”

When Taehyung still doesn’t answer, Jeongguk decides to try a different tactic and starts scratching where Taehyung’s tail begins.

Taehyung jerks with a gasp, lifting himself up in an attempt to get away from the touch on his sensitive tail. “N-No, not in public...”

His cheeks puff angrily, leveling Jeongguk with his most annoyed glare, not appreciating the smirk he receives in return.

Adamant in getting up on his own, cheeks still flushed, he mutters. “C’mon, show me how you did that spin earlier.”

“As you wish.”