note from holly: as part of the christmas events on my k0-fi page (censoring bc wattpad doesn't like you talking about it!!), i ran a poll for naughty vs nice. the members who got the most votes for nice were hobi, namjoon, and tae.

this is tae's story from the collection.

minors dni // originally posted to k0-fi

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"Close your eyes," Taehyung calls through the door that leads from your living room into the hallway. "Are they closed?"

You're just back from picking up his Christmas present, and even though it's still two weeks until the big day, you're gifting each other your surprises early. He'd asked if it was okay, and you were relieved because, truthfully, you were dying to give him his gift.

"The door is closed!" You reply back. "I don't need to close them!"

"You do!" He insists. There's an urgency in his voice. A desire for you to see his gift as quickly as possible. Has been planning this for months. But you've been planning yours for just as long. "You should probably make sure your hands are empty, too."

Hmm, you think to yourself. Slight issue.

"What if I can't?"

"You can!"

"Tae, I can't," you reply back, just as stubborn as he is - and not without good reason.

In your arms is the sweetest angel you've seen. Just a few months old, you're cradling a golden cocker retriever. A rescue, her pregnant mother had been dumped at the pound just before she was about to give birth. The runt of the litter, too. Ears a little too large and tail a little too crooked - but so unbelievably beautiful. Has puppy dog eyes to rival the man you're giving him to.

You'd decided on getting him a little fur baby after he'd proposed. Had always joked about it being the next step - to test out the strength of your relationship before marriage - but you knew deep down that he just wanted a dog for the simple joy of having one.

Having grown up with dogs, you both are well-versed in what it takes to look after an animal such as your new baby.

"Do you need me to get the door?" he asks.

"That might be best."

"Okay, hold on. Close your eyes, still!"

There's no way in hell you're closing your eyes. You want to see his reaction. Know it will be one of unadulterated joy.

And when the door clicks open, you're proven right.

"A baby?!" he whispers, voice higher in pitch than you've ever heard, gently cooing as his eyes widen at the sight of her. He goes to take her from you - but pauses suddenly. "Oh, fuck."

"What?" You panic, worried that you've made a terrible judgment call.

Shaking his head, Taehyung continues to reach for the puppy, delicately taking her from your arms. Her soft fur is like satin against his skin. "Hi, baby," he coos. "Hello."

"Tae?"

"Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry," he forces himself to look up at you. "We, uh- we might have a problem. Like, not a bad problem-"

"Tae."

"Just go look in the sitting room."

Giving him a curious, jovial glare, you walk past him and into the room. Before he's even turned around, he hears you gasping. "Tae!"

"I told you!" He laughs, rounding the corner to find you also with a puppy in your arms. A mix of greys, he's a far cry from the refined beauty of the pup in Tae's arms, but still just as adorable. Is a rapscallion if you ever did see one. "And here I was, thinking I'd win Christmas this year."

"You do!" You laugh. Truthfully, the pretty little pup in his arms had been a dog of his taste - pretty, not expected to grow too tall. A little demure. You prefer dogs that are a bit more robust. Working dogs, the kind who need long walks in fields and the freedom to explore. Much like the pup in your arms looks like he'll grow up to be. "What is he?"

"They don't know," he admits, scratching behind the puppy in his arms' ear. She seems to like it. "He's a rescue. Was a few days old and roaming the streets when he was handed in."

You beam, looking at the pair of them with such fondness you think you might cry. "Happy Christmas to us."

"Happy Christmas," he nods, as you both come to terms with not just one, but two dogs being a part of your family, now - for life, not just for Christmas.