Jungkook only had a few drinks. Okay... maybe more than a few.
Now he's waking up in Taehyung's bed with no memory of last night-and a very teasing idol ready to tell him exactly what happened.
Tropes: Idol × Bodyguard AU
⚠ Warning: Mature content (...
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Taehyung’s quiet and disciplined personal bodyguard. Known for his wide boba eyes, soft features, and a deceptively strong build with a lean frame and small waist hidden beneath his usual suits. Jungkook rarely drinks and keeps his emotions tightly controlled—though around Taehyung, his composure tends to slip.
Kim Taehyung (27):
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A globally adored idol with a deep voice, striking visuals, and irresistible charm. Confident and playful, Taehyung loves teasing the people around him—especially Jungkook, the bodyguard who watches him a little more closely than he should.
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The dimly lit after-party throbbed with the pulse of bass-heavy music, the air thick with the sweet, cloying scent of spilled champagne and perfume.
Bodies swayed under multicolored lights in a high-rise penthouse overlooking the city skyline, where laughter and chatter blended into a hazy din.
Jungkook.. usually the picture of stoic composure, slumped against the bar, his third glass of whiskey clutched in his hand like a lifeline.
His boba eyes, wide and doe-like, shimmered with an uncharacteristic gloss, their dark irises reflecting the flashing strobes.
His small waist, often hidden beneath tailored suits, was accentuated tonight by a slightly unbuttoned shirt, revealing the smooth curve of his collarbone.
He wasn't one to drink-never had been, not with his line of work-but the night's celebrations had worn him down, and the alcohol hit him like a wave, loosening his tongue in ways he'd regret in the morning.
Around him, the elite crowd buzzed, but Jungkook's gaze locked onto Taehyung, the idol he protected, who sat just a few feet away on a plush velvet couch. Taehyung's sharp jawline caught the light, his voice-deep, melodic, and utterly intoxicating-cutting through the noise as he chatted with admirers.
"Taehyung is very handsome," Jungkook slurred suddenly, his words tumbling out louder than intended, drawing a few curious glances.
He blinked slowly, his cheeks flushed pink from the booze, and continued without filter, "Why is his voice so attractive? It's like... like it wraps around you, you know?"
