The house is almost ethereally quiet. After all the workers had left, the furniture had been moved in, and a feeling of home had finally settled about the place, breaking the silence seems almost a sin.
“Oh baby…” Jungkook moans softly, moving his hips up and down, riding Taehyung’s length. There isn’t much sound, save for breathless panting and the rustle of sheets, skin on skin. The stillness in the house isn’t disturbed… more perpetuated by the lazy morning activities of the inhabitants.
Jungkook rolls his head back, mouth open in a silent groan as Taehyung’s cock presses against his prostate, over and again. The orange haired man keeps a tight grip on Jungkook’s hip, the other hand stroking down the younger’s length, and thrusts in languidly.
“Babe…” Jungkook murmurs, breathless, as his limbs turn to jelly, heat licking at his core as his body rocks up and down.
It’s almost hypnotic, as Taehyung watches Jungkook fall apart above him, hands splayed on the elder’s abdomen, moving his thighs to a steady rhythm. There’s a light sheen of sweat covering the man and it makes the body art littering his chest and arms stand out.
“God, Tae, right there,” Jungkook gasps, heat building up inside him, and his eyes close, head lolling to the side as Taehyung’s hand tightens, sliding out his hips and snapping in harder. Color explodes under Jungkook’s eyelids, and his arms shake.
He slumps forward to capture Taehyung’s lips in a deep kiss, sucking at his tongue, sloppy and heated, but Taehyung just winds his arms around the younger’s neck, pressing his face closer while thrusting into his tight heat.
Jungkook moans breathlessly, and Taehyung uses the moment to flip them around until he’s on top, and the younger arches his back into him.
Taehyung can feel Jungkook’s climax approaching, so he hikes up the younger’s left leg over his shoulder and presses him into the mattress, mouth clamped down on his throat while he keeps the same, slow, agonizing pace.
“Fuck baby, that feels so good,” Taehyung mutters into the skin, just as breathless as Jungkook, and he brings his hand down to work at the younger’s cock, stroking at the pace of his own thrusts.
“T-tae… you’re so...,” Jungkook pants, words breaking off into choked moans, and the air around them heats up, building in pressure, orgasm taunting them, and fire rippling under their skin, until they hit their climax.
Jungkook’s mouth opens in a silent scream, tilting his head back into the pillow as he tightens around Taehyung’s cock. They come simultaneously, and Taehyung’s hips stutter as he jets himself deep into the younger man.
He moans into Jungkook’s neck as the orgasm rolls through him, quiet and drawn out, and he sighs in content.
Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed as Taehyung’s fingers come to trace along the tattoos along his arms, gentle and probing, and he shivers, his skin still too sensitive from his post-orgasm high. He wishes they could stay like this forever.
They both lay there, basking in the laziness, Jungkook carding his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, trying to regain control of their breathing and letting their bodies cool down. Everything around them is quiet, and it feels wrong to try and break the tranquil silence.
It’s Taehyung who speaks up first.
“Nothing like early morning sex to christen a new house,” He pulls himself away from Jungkook’s neck to grin down at him, lips molded into that terrible box smile, and it’s so awfully sexy that Jungkook rolls his eyes, pushing the elder off of him.
His attempt to get away from the man goes awry as Taehyung tugs at his body, rolling them so they’re on their sides, bodies flush together.
“Tae, you have-” Jungkook rolls his head to stare at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “-less than an hour to get to work,”
“I can be late,” Taehyung pouts, pressing his mouth against Jungkook’s, hot and needy.
“You were late... last week... too,” Jungkook gasps out, trying to tear his lips away, but Taehyung’s hands are tight around his neck, holding him in place.
“I’m sure they’ll understand if I want to spend more time with my beautiful fiancée,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth back on the younger.
Damn you, Kim Taehyung, Jungkook curses as his lips go pliant against the elder’s. His hands run down the elder’s body of their accord, stopping at Taehyung’s waist to cup his ass and press them closer.
Their mouths move in complete synchronization, practiced and perfect, but still sloppy with desire, a little too loud, a little too heated for anything beyond closed doors.
Taehyung rolls them over until his body is resting comfortably on top of Jungkook’s. His hands snakes down to stroke up Jungkook’s thigh, kneading at the flesh before hiking it over his pelvis.
When Taehyung presses his hips down, Jungkook finally snaps out of it. He tears his mouth away, panting against the elder’s jaw.
“No way babe,” Jungkook pushes against Taehyung’s shoulders, and the man rolls off to flop down next to him.
“You’re such a tease,” Taehyung pouts, and Jungkook thinks that the orange-haired man would look like a kid if he wasn’t so gloriously fit and completely naked.
“And this tease isn’t going to make you breakfast if you don’t get your ass in the shower,” Jungkook gives Taehyung a meaningful look, and the elder groans.
“Fine, fine,” he grumbles, rolling off the bed, but not before stealing another kiss.
“God you’re so horny,” Jungkook pushes at the elder, who pads into the connecting bathroom, giving Jungkook a rather excellent view of his ass.
“It’s because my future husband is super hot,” Taehyung calls out, and his booming laughter echoes through the walls, settling nicely around the younger in the adjacent room.
He lays on the bed for a moment, trying to collect himself, and he brings up his left hand up to his face. Jungkook can’t help but grin as he stares at the shiny gold band around his ring finger, glinting in the morning light.
That’s what Jeon Jungkook is these days. It’s all he can think about, the fact that he and Taehyung are soon to be bound together forever, through something more official than just whispered words of love in the night. No, this is the biggest vow, the biggest promise they can make, and Jungkook is terrified and ecstatic all at once.
After Taehyung had so boldly declared his intentions the day they had consummated their feelings, Jungkook was on pins and needles, not knowing what to expect from the ridiculously unpredictable man he had fallen in love with so deeply.
He had found the ring box in the back of one of Taehyung’s drawers when he was doing laundry out of the blue, and led himself to believe the man would propose soon.
It never came. Jungkook strung himself out for six months, not sure whether Taehyung taking him on innocent-enough dates would be when he’d pop the question… but no.
It was during one of their weekly excursions to the farmer’s market, taking the detour through the arboretum on the way home, when it had started pouring rain, completely out of the blue.
Jungkook had been ready to sprint towards his apartment when Taehyung had tugged him back, sweeping him into a toe-curling kiss, and they just stood their, drenched in the rain, mouths pressed against each other.
“What was that for?” Jungkook asks, pulling away. His eyes drink in Taehyung’s form, hair dark, droplets of water dripping off the slope of his nose, and he feels warm, despite the rain pouring around them.
“I just wanted to kiss you,” Taehyung murmurs, face unusually flushed, and presses his forehead to Jungkook’s, taking a deep breath.
“And… I thought it might be the right time…”
“Right time for-” Jungkook starts to ask, but Taehyung pulls away, digging his hand into his coat pocket before drawing out a familiar little box. Jungkook feels his heart lodge in his throat, and color rises in his cheeks.
“I thought proposing in the rain would be a suitably romantic thing to do,” Taehyung explains, and it feels like everything goes in slow motion as he gets down on one knee and opens the box, revealing two shiny gold bands.
They’re simple, not outrageous like Taehyung’s normal purchases, but suddenly, Jungkook’s never seen anything more beautiful. He clamps a hand over his mouth in an attempt to choke back a sob.
And the two just stare at each other, lost in the moment, and unspoken words travel between them.
“Jeon Jungkook, will you marry me?” Taehyung asks, his normally confident voice shaking, and Jungkook thinks the elder has never looked so vulnerable. It’s a gorgeous sight.
Jungkook just stares down at the man, bewildered, and millions of thoughts run through his head, making him dizzy until he can’t even grasp at words.
“Don’t leave me hanging here, babe,” Taehyung chuckles nervously, and it snaps Jungkook out of his daze.
“Y-yes,” he murmurs. “Yes,” he says, louder. “Yes, yes, yes, absolutely yes,” Jungkook repeats like a prayer, sinking down to his knees and pressing kisses all over Taehyung’s face, repeating the only word he has in his mind.
“Yeah?” Jungkook answers, a little bit breathless as Taehyung comes up behind him, winding his hands around his bare torso and pressing him against his chest.
Jungkook frowns, staring down at the vegetables on the cutting board, trying to remember the function of the knife is his hand as Taehyung’s sharp cologne invades his senses, the feeling of the elder’s suit pressed against his skin making him dizzy.
“Can you…” Taehyung mumbles into the skin of his neck, and Jungkook laughs softly, tilting his head forward to give the elder better access. Taehyung presses an open-mouthed kiss in the spot, soft and warm.
“What’s your excuse this time?” Jungkook asks, wiping his hands on a towel and putting it aside before turning, smiling as his hands come up to the silk tie around the elder’s neck to knot it properly.
“Hm…” Taehyung tilts his head in mock consideration. “I can’t remember,” he shrugs. Jungkook barks out a laugh.
“I just like it when you do it for me,” Taehyung says, and Jungkook secures the knot, pulling it up until it’s situated perfectly against the base of the elder’s throat. He smooths it down against Taehyung’s chest before smiling up at him affectionately.
He feels like the wind has been knocked out of him as Taehyung gazes back at him, eyes swimming with love and adoration, and his grip around the tie tightens instinctually.
“I love you, Jungkook,” Taehyung murmurs, voice soft and sincere and settles nicely in Jungkook’s chest.
“Shut up and kiss me, idiot,” Jungkook mumbles breathlessly, tugging on the silk around his fiancée’s neck before pressing his mouth desperately against the elder’s, and Taehyung responds immediately, cupping Jungkook’s face and pressing him against the counter, tongue plunging into the younger’s mouth.
“I love you too, you weirdo,” Jungkook says into the kiss, letting his entire body be consumed with the adoration, basking in it until he pushes Taehyung gently away, barely grabbing a hold of his sanity.
“If we don’t stop now, you’re seriously going to be late for work,” he says, and Taehyung pouts.
“Why do you get to take a day off and I don’t?” he whines, stepping back to slip on the suit jacket and Jungkook puts the older man’s lunch into the bulky leather shoulder bag, already overflowing with his students’ essays and a book on some obscure medical procedure Jungkook can’t even wrap him mind around.
“Because I don’t have any appointments today and you have to go save lives,” Jungkook explains. “Also, Seokjin hyung won’t let you near the suit designs,”
Taehyung stops his bustling around the kitchen to frown. “I still don’t know why he ignores my input. I have perfect fashion sense, thank you very much,”
“Remember that green couch you bought for the apartment a few years ago? Or the fact that you actually suggested painting our room puce? You wanted the wedding color scheme be neon, Tae. No way in hell are you getting near them,”
Jungkook shoves Taehyung’s bag into his arms before bustling him out of the kitchen and towards the door, the elder protesting with every step.
“You’re going to be late and Hoseok is never going to forgive me for it,” Jungkook says.
“At least give me a goodbye kiss,” Taehyung pleads, tapping at his cheek with his finger expectantly.
Jungkook rolls his eyes but leans forward to kiss the skin, and Taehyung turns his head at the last moment so the younger ends up kissing lips instead.
“God, Tae, you’re such a weirdo,” Jungkook pushes at the elder’s chest, trying to be annoyed, but the smile threatening to form on his face tells another story, and Taehyung sticks out his bottom lip as he steps out onto the porch.
“Okay, okay, I’m going,” Taehyung throws his hands up and steps towards the driveway, put turns around in a brief moment of panic when he realizes he doesn’t have his car keys.
Jungkook just grins, holding them up in his fingers. “Forgot something?” he asks teasingly, and Taehyung breathes a sigh of relief. He steps back onto the porch to swipe the keys and steal another kiss.
“Love you,” he says.
Jungkook smiles. “Love you,”
“So… what do you think?” Seokjin asks anxiously, standing behind Jungkook as he appraises the suits, fitted on the store mannequins. There is a pause before the younger man turns, face beaming.
“They’re fantastic hyung,” Jungkook says sincerely before turning back to look at the designs he had come up himself. He wanted him and Taehyung to have different styles, so their suits were unique to themselves. Taehyung had cream pants and cream suspenders, with a maroon bowtie. Jungkook had matching cream pants, but he had a cream vest and a maroon tie instead.
Jungkook had decided simple would be best, with just a pop of color because Taehyung would throw a fit if there wasn’t at least one thing unusual about the attire. He had drawn the patterns and colors and cuts a million times over in his sketchbooks, pouring over the details until it was perfect, because Taehyung deserved nothing less than perfect.
“I’m glad you like them,” Seokjin wraps an arm affectionately over the younger’s shoulders, squeezing lightly. Jungkook is incredibly grateful for the elder man, one of Yoongi and Hoseok’s close friends who coincidentally was an event planner. He had planned the older couple’s wedding, and upon hearing about Jungkook and Taehyung’s engagement, he jumped at the chance to plan another.
“I made sure they didn’t cut corners. Nothing but the best for you and Tae,” Seokjin reassures, and Jungkook smiles.
“Hyung, I really don’t know what we’d do without you,” Taehyung, between his breakneck shifts at the hospital and his professorship, hardly even had time to breathe, let alone plan a wedding. And Jungkook had never even been to a wedding- the people leading the lifestyle he used to maintain weren’t always so big on commitment.
“You and Tae are family, Kookie. And we take care of family,” Jungkook’s chest warms at the words. His whole life, he had never had stability, anyone to rely on besides Yoongi, but suddenly, he had so many people who cared about him and his well-being. It’s overwhelming, and there had been a time where he had tried to push it away, so sure he didn’t deserve anything, but now, his whole perspective has changed.
A sharp ring breaks the comfortable silence, and Seokjin jolts, digging the vibrating cell phone out of his pocket. “Whoops! That must be the caterer. I’ll be back in just a sec,” The elder excuses himself to step out of the shop. Jungkook takes the moment to survey the suits again, run his fingers over the material, and a soft smile plays on his lips.
He can just imagine Taehyung in it, how well it would fit around his body, how flattering the colors will look- although, in Jungkook’s opinion, anything looks good on Taehyung, even those atrocious blue scrubs.
Jungkook is so giddy at the thought of the wedding, and he’s never been more excited in his life. Marriage is the ultimate form of commitment, and the idea should be daunting for someone with such intense commitment issues like Jungkook, but the man has been too busy, to in love to doubt the good things that happen in his life anymore.
“So we have the food tasting next week,” Seokjin says, walking back into the shop and effectively breaking the younger man out of his thoughts.
“I’ll let Tae know so he can take some time off,” Jungkook nods. Seokjin’s face drops into a concerned frown.
“How is our mad doctor doing? I haven’t seen him in a while,” Jungkook sighs, heart sinking a little bit as he thinks about how busy his fiancée is.
“He barely gets any sleep. He’s juggling the classes and the hospital is thinking about promoting him to Chief Resident next year,”
“And you’re not happy about that?” Seokjin asks, noting the resentment in the younger’s tone.
“It’s not that… I-” Jungkook sighs. “I feel like he’s working himself to death. He never has time to relax anymore, and yeah, I get he’s saving lives and a lot of people are depending on him, but would it kill for him to take some time off? Sleep in for once?” Jungkook chews on his lip, letting the worry seep into his voice because he trusts Seokjin.
“I think he definitely has a lot on his plate,” the elder starts slowly. “But… he’s got a lot less to worry about now that he has you,”
Jungkook’s eyes snap up to Seokjin’s. “You think so?”
The elder smiles. “I know so. I used to really worry about him… To this day I still don’t know how he managed even feed himself before you came along,” Seokjin laughs, and Jungkook’s mouth tugs up into a smile, because it’s terribly true- Taehyung is a genius when it comes to science and medicine and anything books, but he couldn’t boil water without somehow setting off the fire alarm.
“And now I have someone who rivals my cooking skills,” Seokjin nudges the younger playfully. “Taehyung really loves you, you know?” he adds softly.
“I know,” Jungkook’s face heats up, thinking about the infinite number of times he and Taehyung had declared their love for each other, sometimes loudly, out in public, sometimes whispered, gasped out in heated moans behind closed doors, and sometimes, sometimes, a bizarre melding of the two.
“You guys are lucky, so young and in love,” Seokjin says wistfully. “I got an old fartbag for a husband,”
“Namjoon hyung is younger than you,” Jungkook points out, laughing.
“Shush. We don’t speak of it. I am eternally youthful,” Seokjin insists, tilting his head dramatically, checking his own reflection in the many mirrors that line the store.
“Whatever you say, hyung,”
Jungkook is in the middle of tossing carrots into the stew he’s had cooking half the day when he hears the click of the lock on the front door.
“Babe, I’m in the kitchen,” Jungkook calls out, but gets no response. He would think there was someone trying to break in, except that he swears he can hear Taehyung’s unmistakable footsteps, clomping on the wooden floor.
He frowns when he’s met with silence, and he wipes his hands on a towel before walking into the living room.
“The wedding invitations came in this afterno- oh my god Taehyung!” Jungkook hisses, jumping in fright when he sees a body laying on the floor. He brings a hand to his rapidly beating heart when the body shifts, revealing orange tufts of hair so indicative of the older man. He walks over to his fiancee’s motionless body and crouches down.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook hisses again, and the elder lets out a muffled noise, face down in the rug.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jungkook probes at the Taehyung’s shoulder, and the elder groans.
“Just… be quiet… for a second,” Taehyung manages to mumble, eyes fluttering closed, face pressed against the floor. Jungkook frowns, staring at the man, until it dawns on him how exhausted Taehyung must be.
“Long day?” Jungkook murmurs softly, rubbing softly at the man’s back.
“That would be an understatement,” Taehyung replies, hand snaking up to tug at Jungkook’s shirt until the younger man gets the hint and sits on the floor, cross legged near Taehyung’s face, and the elder shimmies his body closer until his head is in Jungkook’s lap.
Jungkook leans down to press little kisses on the man’s face, and Taehyung groans, turning his head to bury his face in Jungkook’s stomach, arms wrapping around the younger’s waist and tightening.
“Can we just skip dinner and sleep like this?” Taehyung mumbles into the material of Jungkook’s tank top.
“No way. I spent half the day making your favorite, you’re not weaseling yourself out of this, mister,” Jungkook scoffs, and Taehyung peaks his head out, eyes sparkling with child-like delight.
“You made barley stew?” he asks, and Jungkook’s eyes crinkle up into a smile. It never ceases to amaze Jungkook how easy it is to cheer up the elder. No little thing ever goes unthanked with Taehyung, every gesture, every meal taken like a grand gift Jungkook seems to be giving him.
“Yes I did, and I will force feed it if I have to. You are not skipping meals on my watch,” Jungkook chastises, trying to bring his mouth into a frown, but the look Taehyung is giving him is too much.
“Okay,” Taehyung agrees softly before burying his head back into Jungkook.
“Hey, you have to get up,” Jungkook tugs gently at the orange strands of hair.
“Just give me a minute,” Taehyung groans.
“I’ll make you a deal. If you get up now, we can have dinner, take a nice, warm bath, and I’ll give you massage before bed, sound good?” Jungkook whispers, leaning down to kiss the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
“Okay that’s a pretty nice deal,” Taehyung concedes, and heaves a long, dramatic sigh before unwinding his arms and rolling off Jungkook’s lap. He rubs his hands rapidly across his face, trying to wipe away the grogginess before standing up.
Jungkook grins, sitting the tired man down at the table and bringing out the food. Taehyung inhales it, muttering praises between bites, and Jungkook drinks in the words. He had picked up a few culinary skills during his time in foster care- he didn’t get to eat unless he cooked it himself, and currently, he thanks the gods that he learned because he’s always glad to bring a smile to Taehyung’s face. It makes him feel important… needed.
When they finish, he puts the dishes in the sink, deciding that he can deal with them in the morning, before tugging the older man up, out of his seat, and up the stairs to the bedroom.
He steps into the bathroom to run the water in the tub before coming back out, finding Taehyung standing in the middle of the room, right where he left him.
“You’re a big baby,” Jungkook mutters affectionately as he peels off Taehyung’s coat, his scrubs, and his boxers, before pulling him back towards the tub. Jungkook checks the temperature of the water before kissing the elder’s throat and telling him to get in.
Jungkook strips off his own clothes, tossing them aside, before turning back to Taehyung, sitting in the middle of the tub, arms curled around his knees, looking dazed and lethargic.
He sighs before slipping in behind the man. “Come here,” Jungkook murmurs, pulling Taehyung’s body back until the elder is leaning back on his chest, between his legs.
“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks, hands squeezing up Taehyung’s biceps.
The elder lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah… I just... “ Taehyung thought drifts away in his tracks, shivering despite the warm water surrounding him.
Jungkook wraps one arm around Taehyung’s chest, holding him flush against him, and the other one goes down to stroke at the elder’s length, languid and gentle.
“It’s just… exhausting sometimes,” Taehyung leans his head back into Jungkook’s shoulder, letting the sensations drift over him as the younger’s fingers press against his entrance.
“Anything I can do to help?” Jungkook asks, voice as gentle as the probing digits at his entrance, and Taehyung wills his muscles to relax.
“No… Just… being here… it’s enough,” Taehyung lets out a shaky breath. Jungkook focuses on the sounds as he pumps his fingers in and out slowly. He doesn’t want things to become heated tonight. He just wants Taehyung to relax, unwind.
He hums under his breath, mouth against Taehyung’s ear, as he continues to prep him. There is silence for a while, the gentle rippling of water the only sounds as Jungkook’s fingers move in Taehyung’s body.
“Sometimes… I wonder…” Taehyung says softly, voice subdued and a little unsure.
“I wonder if I chose the right path…” Jungkook is always alarmed in moments like these, when the elder bares all and turns very serious, losing his carefree, whimsical nature to become doubtful, almost cynical.
“Am I doing the right thing? I feel like I’m going crazy,”
Jungkook bites his lip, sliding out his fingers to stroke gently at Taehyung’s stomach while deliberating over his words.
“There is no one on this planet more fit for this job than you, Taehyung,” Jungkook starts. “You should see the way your students look at you. The way your patients and their families talk about you. They think you’re a hero,”
Jungkook smiles softly, thinking about all the times he’d come visit Taehyung at the university, students clinging to him, or at the hospital, parents and spouses sobbing out thank you’s to the man for saving their loved ones. Taehyung is a saint, and Jungkook wishes the elder could see that.
“You’re doing such an important thing, and you’ve touched so many lives. Imagine what would have happened if Dr. Kim Taehyung was just Kim Taehyung,”
“But what about the lives I couldn’t save?” Taehyung asks shakily. So that’s what this is about. Taehyung only gets like this when he’s lost a patient at the table. Jungkook kisses the man’s neck.
“Not everyone can be saved. That’s out of your control, but no one else could do what you do without tearing themselves apart,”
“Sometimes I feel like I am,”
“Well then, I’ll just have to sew you back together. I’m pretty good with needles,”
Taehyung turns his head to look at Jungkook, eyebrows raised.
“Oh so you get to talk about Girls Generation while we’re having sex but I make one lame joke and you’re judging me?” Jungkook huffs, cheeks turning red and he looks anywhere but Taehyung’s shit-eating grin.
“I’ll allow it… just this once,” Taehyung responds cheekily, before settling back into Jungkook’s chest. The younger scoffs, but his arms tighten around the orange-haired man. After a few moments, he slides his hands back down the elder’s abdomen to grip his hips.
“J-jungkook…” the man exhales shakily.
“Yeah?” Jungkook murmurs, lining up his length against the elder’s entrance.
“Can you… sing for me?” Taehyung whispers, and Jungkook lets a fond smile grow on his face. Once, long ago, Taehyung had caught him singing in the shower when he thought no one was listening, and declared that he had a voice that should have been in the kpop industry.
He only ever asked the younger to sing when he was particularly stressed out, like today, and Jungkook was never one to deny anything Taehyung asked of him.
“Any particular requests?” Jungkook asks indulgently.
“No… I just… need you right now,” Taehyung voice dips low with exhaustion, and Jungkook feels like the worry is going to eat him from the inside out.
“Hm…” Jungkook hums, trying to will himself to sound light-hearted despite his concern for the man in his arms. He’s silent for a moment, running through a list of songs in his head before settling for their favorite- Frank Sinatra.
“Fly me to the moon,” Jungkook starts out, voice tentative, because he never sings for anyone- well, besides Taehyung.
“Let me play among the stars, let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars,” he croons softly, sliding himself into Taehyung’s heat, and the elder moans in approval, sinking back into Jungkook’s chest.
“In other words, hold my hand,” Jungkook tangles his fingers through Taehyung’s. “In other words, baby, kiss me,” He brings up their linked hands brushes his mouth across them.
“Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more,” He glides himself in and out to the rhythm of his singing, holding Taehyung tight so the elder doesn’t have to move, doesn’t have to do anything but let Jungkook take the burden from his shoulders.
“You are all I long for,” Jungkook hums, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the skin of Taehyung’s exposed neck.
“All I worship and adore,” Taehyung’s breathing stutters and Jungkook presses softly against his prostate, bringing his body to the edge with expert precision and control, and Taehyung feels like he’s completely weightless, the heaviness of the day just floating into the air, mixing with the dulcet tones of Jungkook’s voice before evaporating completely.
“In other words, please be true,” Taehyung turns his head to press his nose against Jungkook’s neck, and the younger just holds him closer, the water rippling around them to the motion of his smooth thrusts.
“In other words, I love you,” Taehyung’s body quivers with his orgasm, spent and boneless. He’s too exhausted to even open his eyes, but he’s too comfortable to try.
“I love you,” Jungkook’s voice slows, the notes fading away with the ending of the song he and Taehyung love so much, warmth swelling around them that has nothing to do with the bath, and settled deep within their skin.
“I love you…”
Jungkook groans as Taehyung shakes his arm, effectively dragging him out of sleep.
“Jungkook this is an emergency!” the orange-haired man hisses.
“I’m not taking care of your boner at-” Jungkook squints his eyes groggily at the clock, “-4 in the morning,”
“This isn’t about my dick is this an emergency,” Jungkook rubs his eyes, concern starting to seep in at Taehyung’s tone.
“I just realized… Jessica’s not part of Girls Generation anymore,”
Jungkook considers punching him in the face.
“You woke me up at bitch-ass o’clock to tell me this?”
“I’m upset,” Jungkook can feel Taehyung pouting, and he groans, tugging the covers over his head.
“So Nyeo Shi Dae will never be the same without the ice princess. How will they go on?”
“God why did I agree to marry you?” Jungkook moans, smashing his face into the pillow.
“No! I’m emotionally distraught right now and I need love,” Taehyung whines, tugging at Jungkook, who clutches at his pillow desperately, but Taehyung’s grip is too strong, and he lets out a sigh before rolling over and pulling Taehyung into his arms.
The elder tucks his face into Jungkook’s neck and tangles their legs together.
“I’m so upset,” Taehyung’s voice comes out muffled.
Jungkook lets out a tired laugh. “God Tae, you’re such a baby,” In these moments he wonders how the man curled up against him muttering about kpop could be the same one who fucks him into the mattress every chance he gets.
Taehyung peaks out, and even in the dark, Jungkook can see the glint in his eye.
“That’s not what you’re saying when I’m taking you up the ass,”
Ah, there it is.
“That was a great segue, Taehyung,” Jungkook deadpans, and hopes the lack of light will hide the blush staining his cheeks.
“Speaking of which, we haven’t had hot kitchen sex. Or couch sex. I’m going to need to fix that soon,” Taehyung lists, and Jungkook feels heat licking at his stomach. He wills his libido to calm the fuck down because he knows if Taehyung starts this, they’re not going to get anymore sleep, regardless of how much the elder needs it.
“Again, flawless topic transition,” Jungkook shoves at Taehyung, trying to get away but the older man’s grip is like iron.
“Oh yeah, and in the jacuzzi,” Taehyung continues, unphased.
“I can’t believe you had half the back yard dug up just so we could bone each other in the pool,” Jungkook is still rather miffed about it- he wanted the garden to be bigger, but he had to compromise half the space for the pool.
“But pool sex is hot. And I need an excuse to see you in those sexy swim shorts. They make your ass look hot,”
“Please, my ass looks hot already,” Jungkook scoffs.
“That’s true. It’s really lovely. Did you know you have a mole on your right buttcheek? It’s adorable,”
Jungkook groans, trying with valour to twist away. “I don’t want to talk about my ass anymore. Sleep. I want sleep. You need to sleep,”
“I’ll sleep if I can be the little spoon,” Taehyung chirps, and Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he’s not even a little bit annoyed. He’s more than used to Taehyung’s mood swings.
“Fine, turn over,” he concedes, and the orange haired man rolls. Jungkook pulls him flush against his chest. Taehyung radiates with heat, and his hair smells like that stupid strawberry shampoo.
“Jungkook, I love you,” Taehyung murmurs sleepily. Jungkook kisses the man’s bare shoulder.
“Love you too, you weirdo,”
“That was a great restaurant,” Jungkook says, smiling widely as Taehyung swings their tangled hands back and forth between them. Taehyung’s almost thirty but he acts like he’s thirteen.
“I knew you’d like it,” Taehyung beams back, and it’s that gummy smile Jungkook loves so much. The elder leans over to plant a kiss on Jungkook cheek before tugging him down the sidewalk.
“Oh look, Lourde’s is open!” Taehyung says in surprise, and they stop in front of it. It’s been their favorite bakery, and neither of them can resist going in for at least a coffee whenever they’re nearby.
“Let’s go get cookies,” Taehyung says, and just then, Jungkook’s phone rings. He clicks his tongue in annoyance and digs it out.
“Shit, it’s my appointment for tomorrow, I gotta get this,”
“Alright, I’ll just grab something for you,” Taehyung nods, kissing Jungkook’s forehead before stepping into the shop.
Jungkook makes the phone call quick, because he wants to get back to Taehyung, but he makes sure he isn’t rushing. Once he cuts the call, he sends a scan of the mock-up sketch for the tattoo.
He puts his phone back in his pocket and is about to head for the door, when a voice calls his name.
“Jeon Jungkook?” Jungkook freezes in his place, and the tenor voice strikes feelings inside him that he thought he had buried a long time ago.
He turns on his heel, and feels his heart lodge in his throat.
“P-park Jimin?” he stammers, half from the cold, half from the shock because he thought he would never have to see that face again, hear that voice again.
“Jungkook! It is you!” the raven-haired man says happily, and pulls Jungkook into a hug. He stands stone still as the man tightens his arms around him. His cologne invades Jungkook’s senses and he feels like he’s going to throw up because it’s still the same.
“...Jimin, what are you doing here?” Jungkook asks, and Jimin smirks.
“Didn’t expect to see someone like me in this fancy part of town?” he drawls, and Jungkook flushes.
“That’s not what I-”
“I should be asking you the same thing,” Jimin cuts him off, and Jungkook clamps his mouth shut on instinct, because it’s still the same.
“Last time I checked tattoo artists don’t make enough money to be in this part of town either,” Jungkook shivers- this time, not from the cold- because Jimin sweeps his gaze over him, and he feels naked, and his stomach churns uncomfortably.
Jungkook opens his mouth to respond, but just then, Taehyung comes out of the bakery.
“Babe, they had the red velvet cupcake you like so-” He pauses in the middle of the sentence when he notices Jimin, and smiles pleasantly.
“Hello,” he greets, holding out his hand, and Jimin shakes it.
“I’m Park Jimin. I’m an old friend,” he introduces himself and Jungkook doesn’t know whether to punch the man or thank him for censoring himself.
“Kim Taehyung, Jungkook’s fiancée,” Taehyung looks at Jungkook, still smiling, but he wraps a hand possessively around the younger’s waist.
This shouldn’t be happening.
“Oh wow,” Jimin laughs in surprise, eyes crinkling with a smile, but Jungkook can see the poison underneath it.
“That explains a lot,” he says, and Jungkook knows exactly what he means.
“Jungkook I never thought you’d be the type to settle down,” Jimin shakes his head in awe, and Jungkook feels like his knees are going to give out.
This shouldn’t be happening.
“Well, uhm… surprise, I guess,” Jungkook manages to choke out, burning holes into the concrete.
“This is fantastic, Jungkook. I’m so happy for both of you!” Jimin exclaims, and if Jungkook didn’t know any better, he would have thought the man was being genuine.
“Thanks, Jimin. Really,” Jungkook says tightly. “Uhm, Taehyung and I are really busy, so we have to get going, but it was really nice to see you,” he says quickly, and pulls Taehyung towards the car.
“We should get together and catch up some time!” Jimin calls out, and Jungkook makes a noncommittal noise as he drags Taehyung away.
“That was a bit rude, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, frowning in confusion as his fiancée’s face turns pink.
“Sorry, I just… Can we go?” Jungkook asks, and Taehyung nods as he digs out his keys.
“Kookie, who was that?” Taehyung asks as they get into the car and starts the ignition. Jungkook bites his lip and looks out the window.
“Just… an old friend,”