Taehyung is awakened by a weight pressing down on his upper body and arms of steel locking around his torso, holding him in a tight embrace. He stirs in a daze, eyes still resistant to open, sleep desperately clinging to him calling him back to its comfortable lull, but he is aware enough to notice the soft breaths rhythmically hitting his naked tummy. Then there’s a kiss; a tiny, barely-there kiss just above his belly button, pressing onto the soft flesh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He reaches out, fingers threading into familiar locks of sleep-ruffled hair, and he swipes his hand lower, caressing a puffy cheek tenderly.
“Hey, baby,” he mumbles into the quiet of their bedroom lazily, teetering on the edge of sleep still.
“Hey,” Jeongguk croaks back just about audibly, head still buried in Taehyung’s stomach. “Sorry I woke you.”
“ ‘ts okay.” He runs the back of his hand over the line of Jeongguk’s jaw, to which he nuzzles into Taehyung’s tummy even more. Even after 2 years, even at 3am, Taehyung’s chest swells at the action. “Can’t sleep?”
“Bad dream,” Jeongguk replies quietly. He scoots up slightly, pressing a peck on Taehyung’s collarbone, placing his head in the crook of his neck where it fits just right. Taehyung drapes an arm around his shoulder in response, fingertips lightly stroking Jeongguk’s back.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“It’s stupid really,” Jeongguk replies, voice slightly timid.
“I don’t mind. You know my mum always tells me if you have a nightmare and you tell someone it won’t come true,” Taehyung reasons seriously. “And since I’m awake now, that someone might as well be me. I’m an excellent listener, as you already know.”
“You would so laugh at me though,” Jeongguk mutters shyly, hot breath tickling Taehyung’s neck as he clings to him, attempting to bury his whole face into Taehyung’s skin, or suffocate himself in what Taehyung assumes is embarrassment. It’s one or the other, really.
Taehyung not so secretly adores when Jeongguk gets like this; all bashful, precious, and a little bit needy, a striking contrast to the smouldering looks and shameless confidence. His boyfriend is equal parts insufferably sexy and addictively sweet. It’s utterly charming and Taehyung would want to squish his soft cheeks and kiss the living daylight out of him right about now. And so he does just that. He slides lower on the bed, the silky sheets helping his movement, and he kisses his boyfriend’s lips with fervor, hand sinking into his soft, fluffy hair, lungs filled with endearment at how Jeongguk melts into his touch without resistance and with just as much enthusiasm. Too fucking adorable.
“Out with it, Gukkie,” he says pulling back as Jeongguk grunts in his failed attempt to reattach their lips. He’s halfway crawled on top of Taehyung now, his strong thighs bracketing Taehyung’s frame and rendering him unable to move. Damn his hella fit ass. Then again, his hella fit ass. Taehyung can’t resist to slide a hand down from the small of Jeongguk’s back to his perfectly sculpted legs, and he almost gets distracted by the feel of his body pressing against his own, brain so close to dipping into raunchy depths. Almost. But then Jeongguk snuggles even closer, nose buried in his hair, hand clasping the pillow underneath Taehyung’s head and Taehyung can sense the desperation he is trying so hard to hide. He’s definitely clingier than usual.
“Gukkie. What’s up, baby?” He asks, with a tinge of concern now. A tiny whine escapes his boyfriend as he lifts his head up enough to look at Taehyung.
“It’s embarrassing,” he explains, huffing at his own frustrated state.
“I mean,” Taehyung begins with nonchalance, “you have pooped in front of me before. I would think we are past all that, wouldn’t you?”
“Okay, that was one time!! And I was just about to reach a triple crown on Piano Tiles but you really had to shower before the press conference. I wasn’t gonna let you go to your first ever conference as an actor without it, but I also wasn’t gonna get up at such a crucial time. My perfect score on the game is the consolation prize I’d take any day,” he jabbers, justifying his past actions, making Taehyung giggle at his antics.
“Alright. If you don’t want to tell me of course I’m not forcing you to. I can just cuddle you back to sleep if you want,” he offers, leaving a light kiss on Jeongguk’s temple.
“It’s not that. It’s just..” A residing sigh leaves Jeongguk’s lips before he confesses. “I dreamt about you.”
“Oh?” Taehyung is trying to sound as neutral as possible, although the fact that Jeongguk is so reluctant to share the details of said dream makes him wonder what could have been so bad if it is about himself.
“You left me,” he tells Taehyung, sounding guilty as he does. “For Bogum hyung.”
Taehyung doesn’t wanna coo or laugh at the statement because the dream was visibly distressing to Jeongguk to some degree, if his neediness to stay as physically attached to Taehyung as humanly possible is anything to go by, though Taehyung already wishes to smother the other with kisses and reassure him that, of course, it was only a dream and nothing else.
“Why did I leave you?” He asks instead, running a hand through Jeongguk’s hair in a soothing manner. The other pecks his chin before he continues.
“Well, you said he was older, more mature -,” Jeongguk slightly hesitates and all Taehyung can think about is how much he absolutely adores the slight age gap between Jeongguk and himself. How he loves doting on the younger and how hearing Jeongguk call him hyung as he climbs into his lap melts his heart in an instant every single time. Jeongguk’s imagination really should give him more credit.
“- also funnier..” Taehyung almost scoffs at that. Yeah, Bogum hyung is funny but his boyfriend? He is a riot. In his totally unbiased opinion Jeon Jeongguk is the funniest most entertaining person to be around. What nonsense, he thinks, but keeps his lips sealed, waiting for Jeongguk to get rid of the weight sitting on his chest.
“And ‘cause he’s got a pool and a pet dinosaur,” he babbles out, probably in the hope that Taehyung wouldn’t be able to make sense of his final, rushed words but to his demise, and Taehyung’s absolute delight he does.
“Don’t -,” Jeongguk starts, already cringing internally, but Taehyung cannot contain the belly laugh that tumbles out of him, shaking his entire body to the core, making Jeongguk whine exasperatedly.
“It was a dream, hyung, of course it’s gonna sound stupid to you,” he huffs, and Taehyung can hear him pout so he tries his best to compose himself. “It felt so real though, you know, the actual being left thing. I cried and everything” Jeongguk mumbles barely above a whisper, and Taehyung’s heart constricts at that in an instant.
“Oh, Gukkie.” He tightens his hold around Jeongguk’s shoulders.
“Don’t patronise me, hyung,” he sulks, trying to turn away, but Taehyung doesn’t let him.
“I’m not patronising you, silly, I’m comforting you. Come ‘ere.” He nudges Jeongguk’s nose with his own, gaining more access to his mouth, which he proceeds to cover with delicate kisses, one, after the other, after the other, after the other, until that tiny bit of restraint is gone and Jeongguk kisses him back softly, with an audible sigh.
“Told you it was stupid.”
“It isn’t.” Taehyung reassures, tone firm enough for Jeongguk to believe him. He turns onto his side, one arm supporting his weight as he stares down at his boyfriend, his dark hair splayed against the light colour of the pillow. He takes a strand in his hand and twirls it around his finger contemplatively, eyes never leaving Jeongguk’s face, a beauty he can make out even in the darkness that surrounds them. When he speaks his tone is careful, explorative.
“Are you afraid I’m gonna leave you?” He asks, voice level, though he would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t picking up pace a tinsy bit just then, eyebrows furrowed as he takes in Jeongguk’s reaction, waiting for a reply. It’s like he was expecting the question, as soon as the words leave Taehyung’s mouth Jeongguk’s shaking his head, sounding yet again apologetic as he answers with a hurried no.
“No. I. I don’t doubt you or anything. You have never given me a reason to, not at all -,” he rushes the words out, hand reaching to cup Taehyung’s face. He nuzzles into the touch.
“It’s just,” Jeongguk’s features scrunch up as he’s attempting to gather his thoughts, searching for the right words. “I just think of it sometimes. What if. You know? I don’t want to though, and it really isn’t often, I just can’t help it I guess.”
For a few long moments they are wrapped in silence. Jeongguk doesn’t dare say anything more in the fear of maybe hurting Taehyung’s feelings and Taehyung doesn’t react to what he has just heard, staying still with lips pursed while he’s deep in thought, making the younger fidget under his gaze. An apology is at the tip of Jeongguk’s tongue when Taehyung all of a sudden collapses back down next to him, taking Jeongguk’s hand in his, lifting it to his lips affectionately.
“You remember last year when I had to stay home a day longer before being able to join you all in Bergen?” He starts, kissing Jeongguk’s knuckles absentmindedly before continuing.
“So that sucked. I had to stay behind when I was already exhausted from the shoot and all, having to pack up everything by myself. I hated it. I think I sulked for 2 hours before actually getting anywhere,” he remembers with a snort.
“Anyways. Back to packing. I was sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by almost all my earthly possessions scattered around me in distressing disarray when I got a text from Jiminnie.
It was a picture of you laying on a sofa all splayed out, one sock missing, one halfway hanging off your foot, mouth agape, bundled up in my oversized gray hoodie -, the one I had spent 30 minutes trying to find prior by the way, but never mind, you looked too cute. Sweater paws and everything, hair like a bird’s nest -,” Taehyung lists off with overflowing fondness, “and I remember I thought, with unwavering certainty; that’s the man of my dreams.”
“That’s. So. Cheesy,” Jeongguk sounds like he couldn’t decide whether to shrivel up from cringing or be totally bashful from the sentiment so he ends up somewhere in the middle, giggling while he’s shaking his head at Taehyung. He is grinning at Jeongguk wide, and Jeongguk cannot resist those inviting arms of his so he snuggles against Taehyung’s chest once again, thanking the night for hiding the deep blush that’s adorning his cheeks.
“Though, I mean -,” Taehyung whispers into his ear, “if somebody came with a pet dragon I would definitely consider -”
“Oh my god, shut up you nerd!”