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“Taehyung-ah, are you coming or what?”
Nora peeks her head into the doorway, looking for him, and his plans of escaping unnoticed vanish into thin air.
“Absolutely not. This tradition died when we left Kim & Son. I own this place, I get to squash it. I’m not participating.”
“You only own half of this place,” Nora points out, the smile that plasters her face downright devious. “And as the other owner, I invoke my right to make the rules. You’re wearing this. End of discussion.”
Taehyung is not going to relent. He has some fucking standards, and he refuses to partake in yet another ugly Christmas sweater party. There’s such a thing as fashion crimes, and this is one of them.
“I refuse.”
He turns his back on Nora, knowing it’s a move that may cost him his life, but at least he won’t die wearing an ugly sweater.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
The familiar voice of his husband has him turning around immediately, and Nora winks at him, victorious in the game she’s played. It’s a smart move, calling Jungkook in, and Taehyung will just have to accept that he’ll never outsmart his business partner.
“No, no, no.” Taehyung holds his hands up in front of him, but Jungkook doesn’t flinch, his eyes glimmering as he approaches him. “Don’t think you can charm your way into getting me into one of these.”
Jungkook smiles. “Oh, sweetheart. Why not?”
He’s dressed up for the occasion, clad in a pair of black, skinny jeans and a black dress shirt. To keep it office appropriate, he’s wearing a white undershirt, which really is a shame.
“Eyes up here,” his husband reminds him when he stares a little too long on his chest. “Though I’m flattered to see you’re undressing me with your eyes.”
“What are you doing here?” He slumps against his desk, leaning against it, and Jungkook immediately walks up, pressing himself close as he hoists him up to sit on it. Taehyung lets him. Of course he does. “Baby?”
“I’m here to attend the Christmas party you’re hosting,” Jungkook responds, then he reaches out, cupping the side of his jaw as he leans in for a kiss. “And maybe I just want to see my husband at work.”
Jungkook steals another kiss.
“You just want to see me in an ugly Christmas sweater.”
He can feel the way Jungkook smiles into his lips.
“Yes. And I’m feeling sentimental.”
“Oh?” Taehyung pulls away to look at him. “How so?”
Jungkook’s hands trail up his thighs, gentle as he fiddles with the fabric of his pants.
“Nora sent me a photo of the two sweaters she got you, and she asked which one I thought you’d pick,” Jungkook says. “And it reminded me of the first time you came to my apartment. It was the night Jimin sent me that photo of you in that green, ugly Christmas sweater.”
Surprised, Taehyung throws his head back and laughs. It was their last Christmas party at Kim & Son, and it feels like a lifetime ago. He can’t recall much from that party, apart from Jungkook calling him and inviting him over. It makes his stomach flip, recalling the early days of their relationship. As fun as that was, what they have now is infinitely better.
“Oh, when you invited me over to fuck,” Taehyung points out. “Is that what you’re sentimental about?”
“Mm, and I remember saying I wanted to fuck you in that sweater. You never let me, so I’m here now. Ready and willing.”
“I can’t stand you,” Taehyung bites back, as always without any weight. “There is not a lot I wouldn’t do, but I do draw the line there.”
“This is where you draw the line?”
Jungkook’s hands skim up his dress shirt, his touch grounding as his hands wrap around his ribcage. Appreciatively, he runs his eyes over his husband’s body, even if he was just told off for it. He takes a moment to take him in. How well he fills out the dress shirt, and how tightly the jeans hug his thighs. It’s unfair, really, how Jungkook stays in such good shape, like years of dancing and exercise can’t be wiped off of him, no matter how lazy he claims to have grown in semi-retirement.
In moments like these, he has to pinch himself. Most days, he still can’t believe that he can have this moment—sitting atop his desk with his husband between his legs, not a single fear of anyone interrupting them or catching them in a compromising position. If he ever forgets how lucky he is, moments like this serve as his reminder.
His husband notices how he stares at his body.
The glimmer in his eyes tells Taehyung just how much he is enjoying the attention, and it’s further confirmed when he runs his tongue over his teeth with a cheeky smile, only to dart his tongue out to tease his piercings.
“Did I lose you there, sweetheart?”
Jeon Jungkook will be a brat until the day he draws his last breath.
And Taehyung will keep up with him for as long as his body will let him.
“I was just admiring how handsome you are,” Taehyung counters, enjoying the pleased look on Jungkook’s face. “And how good you would look in the other ugly sweater that Nora got for me.”
“I don’t think so,” Jungkook says right away, catching on to what Taehyung is saying. “Don’t get any ideas.”
Oh, he has ideas, alright. If Jungkook is coming in here to talk him into wearing an ugly sweater, then his husband better be prepared to join him in the festivities.
“I need to make a phone call,” Taehyung says instead of answering him, and Jungkook narrows his eyes with suspicion, but rarely does he challenge him when he’s at work. “Stay right here, though.”
To make his point, he tugs on one of Jungkook’s belt loops, snatching him closer to his body.
A pleased chuckle tumbles from his husband’s lips.
“Oh, aren’t you bossy?”
Jungkook’s eyes glimmer as he looks at Taehyung, and it fills him with butterflies, how he can still have this effect on the man that he loves so much.
“I am the boss, baby. Serves you well to remember that occasionally.”
Jungkook shakes his head in amusement, but Taehyung can see the way his eyes darken at the challenge. Heat runs through his body at the thought of what the consequences of this may be. Enjoyable for both of them, at the very least.
“Sweetheart,” Jungkook warns, but Taehyung shushes him by pressing a finger against his lips, his other arm reaching back to dial his business partner.
“Yes, Taehyung-ah?”
He keeps his eyes on Jungkook when he speaks.
“I miss the days when you called me ‘Mr. Kim’,” Taehyung lies. “Back when you treated me with respect.”
That, he does miss.
“What do you want?” Nora doesn’t take the bait, her nails clattering against the keyboard in the background as she multitasks. “If you’re calling me to tell me that you’re running late to the Christmas party, I will have you sunk to the bottom of the Han river tonight.”
Unperturbed by her empty threats, he simply rolls his eyes.
“I was actually wondering if you’d please be so kind and bring me the other Christmas sweater,” Taehyung says, all while keeping his gaze locked on Jungkook. “Jungkook is going to wear it to the party. He’s staying.”
“The fu—”
Taehyung presses harder, keeping him from saying what he wants. He tries to ignore how soft Jungkook’s lips are, but it’s difficult.
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Nora coos on the other end. Though she projects a harsh exterior, there’s a soft spot in there for their youngest, no matter how bratty he is. “I’ll have Ms. Lee br—”
“Noona, I am not we—”
Jungkook attempts damage control, albeit unsuccessfully.
“One second, Nora-yah,” Taehyung exclaims with authority, then he hastily clicks the mute button. “Don’t say a word, or I’ll tell her that it was you who spoiled Ryujin’s birthday surprise.”
Jungkook’s lips part under his finger, and though he can tell he wants to argue, he relents, his breath heaving as he narrows his eyes at Taehyung. He is definitely paying for this later, but he isn’t particularly worried about that.
With a shake of his head, Jungkook gives in, and Taehyung knows that he’s won.
He unmutes the call.
“Sorry, Nora-yah. Jungkook is staying for the party. Please have Ms. Lee send the shirts over.”
“Ah, I knew he could talk you into it,” she says, not realizing that Taehyung is holding the upper hand. The people closest to him are underestimating him lately, and it would do Nora some good to remember who he is, too. That’s a battle for another day, though. “See you in ten. Don’t be late.”
“I do what I want,” Taehyung mutters before hanging up.
He doesn’t even bother quelling the victorious smile spreading across his face. He’s too pleased, and to make his point, he taps his finger against Jungkook’s lips before he pulls it away.
Jungkook cocks his head, his tongue poking into his cheek.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Attending the Christmas party?” Taehyung answers, the innocence in his voice entirely feigned. “Don’t start games you can’t play, Jungkook-ah.”
The hands on his thighs tighten in warning before they slide higher, and a shiver of excitement shoots down his spine. He knows that touch, and he also knows they don’t have time to act on it.
“You’re lucky you’re running out of time,” Jungkook says in warning. “And that I love you.”
“You can’t say no to me.”
“I can’t,” Jungkook admits. “Are you going to be throwing around some business lingo during this party? You better warn me if so. You know I can’t keep it in my pants.”
He barks out a laugh, pressing his hands against Jungkook’s chest as he shoves him out of the way. Jungkook plays along, going willingly as he steps away, and he appreciates that about him. He never gets in the way of his work, knowing his place in the space.
“What do you want to hear?” he asks as he shrugs out of his suit jacket.
A knock on the door tells him Ms. Lee is there, so he mosies over, thanking his assistant as he grabs the sweaters and shuts the door again, making sure to lock it.
Jungkook keeps eye contact with him as he unbuttons his shirt. This is not the place to be getting undressed, especially not with one hundred employees just a stone’s throw away, but here they are.
“Surprise me, sweetheart.”
They look ridiculous in their shirts, and even Ms. Lee has a tough time holding her chuckle down when they walk out of Taehyung’s office together. Somehow, Nora has held on to the ugly, green sweater that he refused to wear all those years ago, and he’s currently sporting that, again, while Jungkook is in something even more atrocious.
It’s red, impossible to miss, because there’s an upside-down snowman with a carrot sticking out to resemble his nose… though it looks awfully close to something else entirely. Taehyung would rather be dead than caught in the sweater. Jungkook, however, seems delighted to be rocking it.
And so does Jimin, who shoots him a devilish grin and a thumbs up as soon as they walk into the room together.
Jungkook veers off to the side, leaving Taehyung to mingle, and to his absolute mortification, he spends more time discussing his sweater than he does anything else. Anytime he tries to steer the topic onto something more work-appropriate, the conversation trails back to his holiday plans, so he resigns to his fate as he feels the eyes of his very pleased husband across the room.
It would be impossible to gather all of Choi Enterprises’ employees in one room, so for the occasion, Nora had suggested they invite a select, one hundred team members. They range between different industries and ranks, and it fills him with pride to see them filter into the room as the clock strikes six. He’s meant to highlight a few of them—commend their efforts and discuss how their initiatives or projects have bettered the business.
Ms. Lee has, as always, given him more notes about the invitees—who have recently had children or grandchildren, or anything else significant in their lives.
Without her, Taehyung would be a sinking ship, and he’s grateful for her preparation when he steps onto the makeshift stage in their reception.
It’s a wide-open space, flanked by breathtaking views of the city that lies beneath them. Everyone present in the room has already set foot on the executive floor before on more than one occasion, and it reminds him of how lucky he is, and how imperative it is that he learns from how he was treated earlier in his career to avoid making the same mistakes. It’s a ruthless world to live and work in, but he couldn’t do it without the people who are here tonight.
Throughout his career, Taehyung has done his fair share of public speaking, whether it be board presentations, deal pitches, or as a keynote speaker at conferences. It’s not his favorite thing in the world to do, but he understands that it’s part of the gig. Normally, it doesn’t rattle him. He doesn’t mind having the attention of people in a room, especially not when he’s there to discuss something he is a subject matter expert on. But tonight, he’s nervous.
And it has everything to do with the man who stands in the corner with a glass of whiskey in his hands. It’s stupid, really, especially since he’s wearing a godawful snowman sweater, of all things, and to top it off, he’s married to him. For some reason, having Jungkook’s intense stare on him as he takes the stage makes him nervous.
Somehow, Taehyung gets through it. He avoids looking at his husband to the best of his abilities, not keen on having his stomach fucking flutter, which he is entierly too old and too married for, but there’s something in the air that has him feeling giddy. Maybe it’s the way the snow gently falls outside as he glances at the window, or the way he feels connected to his team in a way that he hasn’t felt all year—the trials of his work too taxing and exhausting over the past few months.
By the time the short highlights and his speech are done, he opens the floor for questions. It’s a risky move, Nora had warned—a way to open himself up for questions he may not want to answer—but Taehyung isn’t worried. And, he quite enjoys the fact that he sees Nora rocking on the spot next to Jungkook, clearly nervous about the questions he’s been taking, even though he’s been answering them with ease.
When the last question rolls around, he’s feeling relaxed and happy, the topics having veered from both business-related all the way to restaurant recommendations, asked by the new team member who just moved to town and was dared by her friend to ask Taehyung said question. It elicited a roar of laughter in the room when she admitted that she was simply asking the question because she was about to make a hefty sum of money.
High on the atmosphere, he takes the last question.
“Chairman, what keeps you up at night?”
The answer comes instinctually, not even a thought of it being work appropriate.
“My husband’s snoring.”
It’s hilarious to see the reactions—how the audience’s eyes go wide at the candid answer, but it’s quickly pierced by Jimin’s high-pitched giggle, and a loud smack as he whacks Jungkook on the shoulder. To Taehyung’s delight, a beautiful pink blooms across the singer’s cheeks, and Taehyung barks out a laugh, then he course-corrects them to a more appropriate topic.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Taehyung excuses with a chuckle, “but he can consider it payback after surprising me here today and forcing me into this ugly sweater,” he points up and down his form, which earns him a laugh from the crowd.
“But to answer your question, it’s the change we are observing in our consumer spending patterns. We live in a much different world today than we did four years ago. We aren’t quite in a recession, yet our consumers are spending money in patterns we haven’t observed before, not stimulating the economy in the way we are expecting them to. Choi Enterprises is doing well, as are its subsidiaries, but we are focusing our efforts on deep marketing studies and focus groups to better understand our retail consumers. It doesn’t make me lose sleep, because we are built to withstand the fluctuations, but I do find myself quite intrigued and interested in the current economy on a macro-level.”
A chorus of hums echo in the room, and when he turns to look at Jungkook, he graces him with a wink. All he’s met with is a raise of his eyebrows as he pokes his tongue into his cheek, showing his amusement and discontent. Another shiver of heat shoots down his spine at the action, and before he can make a fool of himself on stage, he concludes his time by thanking the audience for their time and work this year, wishing them a happy, two days off.
Though he tries his best to dodge the forced mingling, he can’t escape the conversations he knows he should have. For about an hour, he’s bouncing between conversations and people demanding his attention, but over the years, he’s learned that it’s best for him to cut out early. People do behave differently around the person in charge, and he does want his team to enjoy their party.
So when the opportunity arises, he sneaks away, pleased to be able to catch Jungkook off guard in a conversation. His husband is nodding intently as he talks to a younger female, and it appears to be about his latest single—the surprise one he dropped out of nowhere this morning, just as a gift to his fans for the holidays.
“I am so sorry to interrupt,” Taehyung interjects as he slides up next to Jungkook, and he’s even more pleased to notice the surprised breath Jungkook sucks in when he wraps an arm around his tiny waist. “I’m afraid we have to get going, Jungkook-ah.”
“Chairman,” the woman, Eunji, says in surprise, her eyes going round, and it’s completely unnecessary for her to bow, but she does. “Thank you so much for a lovely evening.”
“You’re most welcome, Eunji-ssi,” he responds, not failing to notice how surprise colors her face as he drops her name. “Has my husband been bothering you? He tends to trap people into a conversation once he gets going. This is your chance to escape unscathed.”
It’s a lie, but he’s feeling a certain type of way, and he is happy with his decision when Jungkook huffs out a breath.
“Oh, no, I’m not—” Eunji falters, and Jungkook rolls his eyes as he comes to her rescue.
“Do not listen to him,” Jungkook interjects, the slight hint of amusement not lost on Taehyung. “He is mad I made him wear the sweater. He’s quite the brat when it comes to fashion.”
“He’s not wrong,” Taehyung agrees. This has the potential to turn into something not suitable for a work conversation, so Taehyung shuts it down before Jungkook can get going. He knows he’s no better himself. “I am really grateful for your hard work this year, Eunji-ssi, and I hope you have a lovely time off for Christmas.”
“You too, Chairman.”
“It was lovely meeting you, Eunjin-ah. Thank you for your support,” Jungkook bows his head politely, his professional persona shining through after his momentary slip. “Hopefully we will see you here next year.”
Taehyung squeezes his husband’s waist, guiding him away from the conversation, and it isn’t until they round the corner and enter into the hallway that leads to his office that Jungkook kicks back into gear.
“You are such a fucking brat,” he huffs, grasping the hand around his waist to untangle it, and within a second, Taehyung finds himself pressed against the wall. “What the fuck has gotten into you tonight?”
Dark, questioning eyes look down at him, and Taehyung resists the urge to look at the way Jungkook’s tattooed arm strains under his weight where it’s pressed into the wall next to his face.
“Sweetheart?” he questions when he doesn’t receive an answer, his free hand coming up to grip his jaw. His touch is light, but the weight in his eyes is heavy with intent. “Care to tell me what the fuck that was?”
Taehyung smiles, his own hands reaching to grab Jungkook’s waist. He hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol, yet he feels buzzed, drunk on the atmosphere and the tension strung between them.
“We should talk about this in my office,” Taehyung suggests, reluctant as he tears his eyes from his husband’s face to look up toward the corner. “There are cameras in here, love.”
Jungkook licks his lips before he pushes off the wall, then he reaches down to grab Taehyung’s hand. Without a word, he walks them down the hall to the corner and Taehyung’s office, and he promptly punches in the code in. It's the day they first met, which they still argue on, even if Taehyung has proof. He quickly pushes the door open, dragging Taehyung inside.
Within a second, his back hits the door. He goes with it, his breath hitching when it clicks shut behind him, and Jungkook is crowding his space in an instant.
“Fuck,” Jungkook eagerly breathes onto his lips before kissing him—desperate, hungry, and messy. His husband’s hands tangle into his hair as he presses his body against him, crowding him up against the wall and kissing him like he hasn’t kissed him for weeks. “I should punish you for being such a brat up there, but you drive me fucking wild, Taehyung-ah.”
Jungkook surges back down, kissing him again, and Taehyung sinks into the feeling only his husband can evoke as he allows him to kiss his jaw and the side of his neck, their frantic hearts beating out of their chests as they make out against the door to his office.
God, he loves him so much. He loves the way he shows his unwavering support and cheers him on when he feels like he can’t do it anymore. And he loves that he is still so unabashed in his attraction.
“Baby, I really was serious when I said we had to go,” Taehyung breathes out, his stomach fluttering when Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, gentle as he nips. “We can resume this at home.”
Jungkook’s deep chuckle rumbles through his chest.
“Resume?” he parrots, his face amused when he pulls away. “I love when you speak corporate to me.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Did I throw in enough lingo to do it for you?”
To make his point, Jungkook hooks his fingers into Taehyung’s belt loops, tugging him forward to make their crotches touch.
“What do you think?” He rubs his hips against him, the outline of his cock filling out. “I’m not afraid to admit I’m fucking gone for my husband. Especially when you get all bossy like that, talking about macroeconomics.”
He can’t help it when he laughs, his head tipping onto Jungkook’s shoulder.
His husband smells amazing, the familiar scent of citrus lingering on his skin, and though they should tear away and go home, he allows his body to lead when he grazes his lips against Jungkook’s throat. He feels him shiver under the touch, and he is glad he isn’t the only one lost in the moment. Spellbound, he continues along the sharp jawline until he reaches his lips, and since he’s feeling particularly playful tonight, he flicks his tongue over the familiar metal of the lip piercing before he steals another kiss.
Jungkook groans into their kiss, and before Taehyung can attempt to take command of the kiss, he’s walked backwards, the wood of his desk pressing into his lower back as he’s pushed against it.
“We should not do this here,” Taehyung tries to reason as Jungkook’s hands work their way under his shirt, splaying over his stomach. His husband pays him no mind, determined as he feels him under his palms. “Jungkook-ah.”
“Don’t act like this isn’t what you wanted,” Jungkook whispers into his ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “You only did what you did to get this reaction out of me.”
Jungkook’s hands move lower to unclasp his belt buckle, and Taehyung can’t pretend that he doesn’t love the thought of his husband being so desperate to have him that he’s about to undress him at the Christmas party with a hundred people lingering not far outside of his office doors.
“Don’t act as if you aren’t the desperate one here?” Taehyung challenges. His stomach flips with anticipation at his daring words. “You can’t keep your hands off of me, baby.”
A flip switches, and Jungkook’s hands retract from under his shirt.
Instead, he finds his jaw grabbed with a firm grip, his head tipped back as Jungkook looks down on him. He smirks as he realizes where they’re heading.
“You’re in a mood tonight,” he observes, his other hand reaching down to grab his cock outside of his pants. He palms him slowly, and though Taehyung tries his very best to quell the pleased sigh, he can’t, his body relenting to Jungkook. “I’ll always admit how desperate I am for you, but at least admit that this is what you wanted all along?” Jungkook tightens his hold on his jaw. “If you wanted me to fuck you in your office, then all you had to do was say so, sweetheart.”
Jungkook keeps palming over his cock, and he’s straining impossibly hard in his slacks by now, eager to feel his bare hand against him instead of the fabric.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
With a shake of his head, Jungkook releases his jaw, then he reaches into his pocket, swiftly pulling out a packet of lube.
“Don’t act shocked,” Jungkook says before Taehyung can tease him for it. “I know us.”
Heat erupts under his skin, that nervous feeling fluttering in his stomach again, for no other reason than the fact that he is so in love with his husband. And the fact that they both knew they were going to end up here.
“Always on the same, chaotic page,” Taehyung agrees, and Jungkook nods, his eyes shifting into something softer.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jungkook asks, reassuring, because they do have boundaries, and he never wants to cross one.
Taehyung understands him. This is his place of work, and though they’ve found themselves in compromising positions in various places, including his old office, they’ve never done this here, at Choi Enterprises. There’s a different gravity to the role of Taehyung’s job now, and Jungkook doesn’t want him to feel compromised.
The thing about Jungkook is this: he makes Taehyung do the most reckless things, and right now, he wants to be fucked in his office, the thrill of the forbidden and risk igniting in him. It’s a fire that still burns, even years after Jungkook first kindled it. No one has ever made him this reckless and careless, and it’s one of the things he loves so fiercely about him. How he brings him out of his shell and makes him trust in him and the universe.
“Why else would I have been begging for it like I was?” Taehyung retorts, a smile lingering on his lips. “I want you to fuck me, baby.”
Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice dropping lower. “Aren’t you desperate, sweetheart? Asking to be fucked in your office with people right outside the door.”
Embarrassment and excitement pools in his stomach.
“Please.”
A pleased smile curves on Jungkook’s lips.
“Anything for you.”
Jungkook works fast, kissing him as he unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down to pool at his feet. It’s startling, being naked from the waist down in his office, but all of his worries dissipate as Jungkook undresses himself—his jeans landing somewhere behind them after he tears them off.
Swiftly, he switches their positions, seating himself against the desk as he brings Taehyung over one of his thighs. He’s strong and sturdy under his weight, and Taehyung can’t help when he ruts against him, half a mind to ride his thigh.
“Yeah?” Jungkook questions his interest. “I’d love for you to ride my thigh, but I’m afraid we don’t have time for that,” he reminds him of where they are when he nods toward the door. “Be good for me and be quiet, yeah?”
Jungkook tears the packet open, coating himself with lube before he reaches back, unceremonious and confident as he traces a finger against his rim. Too worked up, Taehyung relaxes for him immediately, muffling his moan against Jungkook’s lips as his husband pushes a finger inside.
With skill perfected over years of being together, Jungkook fingers him open, and Taehyung can’t resist the urge to rut against his thigh as he does, working himself up as his cock leaks onto his husband’s bare skin.
It feels too good to keep quiet, the excitement and adrenaline coursing in his veins as Jungkook works three fingers inside of him, catching each single whimper and moan that comes out of him.
Jungkook is leaking too, his cock hard and thick as it rubs against Taehyung occasionally. Unable to resist the urge, he reaches out, taking it in his hand as he jerks him. He’s heavy in his hold, and Jungkook lets out the most beautiful moan at the contact. So much for someone who told him to be quiet.
“We have to be quiet,” Taehyung reminds him, breathless, and Jungkook only chuckles at him as he surges down to kiss him again.
“Mm, well, I’m going to fuck you now,” Jungkook says when he pulls away. He’s beautiful, his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes hooded as he looks up at Taehyung. “Bend over the desk.”
With firm hands, he pushes Taehyung off his thigh, then he stands up, gripping him and turning him so his back is against his chest. Before he allows him to bend down, he wraps an arm around him, pressing himself close, and Taehyung forces himself to be quiet when he feels his cock against his ass.
“Trust me when I say I want to hear you,” Jungkook whispers into his ear, his voice low and velvety. “But you’re going to have to keep it down, because I want to be able to fuck you in here again. Okay?”
He presses a kiss right below his ear, but he doesn’t let go, and Taehyung knows what he expects.
“Okay,” he reassures him, pleased when Jungkook hums into his skin. “I’ll be quiet.”
“Always so good for me.”
Without another word, Jungkook releases him, then he feels a hard press between his shoulder blades as he’s forced down to grip his desk.
Stacks of documents lay scattered on his desk, the reports from the board meetings that he’s meant to review before the year-end meeting they’ll be having next week, and a twinge of humiliation runs through him when he realizes what’s about to happen.
He doesn’t have time to think much more about it, because Jungkook prods his cock against his cheeks, and before he knows it, he feels the head of Jungkook’s cock catching against his rim as he pushes in.
To muffle his moan, he bites down on his lip, but it’s futile, a whimper managing to escape as Jungkook pushes inside of him, sending him shuffling against the desk as he buries himself to the hilt. His cock brushes against his desk, and the feeling is just too intense that he has to lift off just slightly, unprepared for how fucking good it feels.
“Shit, Taehyung-ah,” Jungkook croaks out, his hands gripping against his hips as he takes a moment. “You feel so good.”
Impatient for him to move, Taehyung clenches around him, and it earns him nothing more than a “you fucking brat,” before Jungkook abruptly pulls out, not even thinking about being gentle or quiet as he slams himself back inside of him.
It’s a well practiced dance by now, the intimacy they share, and Taehyung knows they both share the desperation. The way they simply can’t keep their hands off each other when they fall into this headspace that they are in tonight, as evidenced by the way Jungkook grips on to his hips as he fucks him over his desk.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” Jungkook bites out between breaths, his thrusting not letting up as he takes what he wants. “Bent over your desk, desperate and messy.”
Taehyung knows he’s leaking all over his desk, but he doesn’t care. He knows for a fact he’s going to flash back to this moment when he’s seated behind his desk next week, his stomach swooping just at the thought of it.
And it spurs yet another thought.
“Grab my phone,” he demands, and Jungkook must be taken off guard, because he moans, much louder than he should. “Come on, baby.”
The hands around his hips tighten, then Jungkook takes a breath, composing himself.
“Fuck,” he shudders, but he reaches for Taehyung’s phone that sits on the desk.
Jungkook’s hand moves from his hip to fist his shirt, and he tugs on it, forcing Taehyung’s back to arch at the action, then he slowly pulls out, only halfway, but Taehyung realizes what he’s doing as he hears the sounds of the shutter, capturing the moment. Embarrassment and excitement rushes through him at the thought of it—Jungkook’s cock inside of him, the evidence of where they are scattered all around them as Taehyung lays helpless against his own desk.
It sounds like he takes a few more, the shutter clicking a few more times, then he throws the phone onto the desk, and in one swift motion, Taehyung is hauled up into his arms, pressed closely against his clothed chest.
“You’re so fucking filthy,” Jungkook chuckles, almost like he can’t believe it. “You’re going to make me come.”
Taehyung chuckles at the slight whine in Jungkook’s voice, how he clearly loses sight of himself for a moment. He’s right there with him.
One arm wraps around his waist, his other reaching down to grab his cock, then he rocks slowly, keeping Taehyung in his arms as he continues to fuck him.
The desperation they were feeling morphs into something else. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but it’s exactly what he wants—to be close to him as Jungkook breathes into the side of his neck, shakily and overcome with the moment, though he never loses sight of his movements as he jerks Taehyung off, always so willing to please him.
“Feels good,” Taehyung chokes out over a breath. The drag of Jungkook’s cock is slow and controlled, filling him like nothing else can. “So good, baby.”
He’s losing himself to the feeling of his husband, the familiar burning of the arousal tugging hot in his stomach.
The grip around his waist loosens, and he’s just about to complain about it when Jungkook works his hand up his body. He rubs his chest, feeling him under his palm, then he finally settles at the base of his throat, and Taehyung loses the ability to breathe before Jungkook physically takes it away.
As always, his body goes slack, and it elicits a deep, rumbling chuckle from Jungkook.
“I love how responsive you are,” Jungkook whispers, then tightens his hold, squeezing his fingers against the side of his neck. “Promise to be quiet when you come.”
Taehyung can’t make any promises, but he can’t speak either, his mind spinning from the way Jungkook consumes him—his cock that’s prodding against his prostate with the torturously slow and controlled pace he is keeping, his fist that keeps working his leaking cock in his hand, and his lips that press against the side of his face as he tips his head back and squeezes the side of his throat.
The orgasm rushes to the surface quickly, too quickly, because he doesn’t want this to end. It feels too good, yet he can’t keep the release at bay. It pulls from his lower stomach, sending heat prickling all the way to his fingertips and his toes, and when Jungkook jabs against his prostate one last time, he gives in.
“Jungkook-ah,” he chokes out as he spills all over Jungkook’s hand and his own desk, pulled just far enough to not coat all his documents in his release. “Fuck.”
Jungkook only hums into his skin, but he’s growing close, too. He can feel it in his erratic breathing against his skin, and how the hand around his neck has loosened, no longer squeezing, but simply holding there.
The oversensitivity is starting to stake its claim, and to keep him from turning into a moaning mess, he grabs at the hand that’s still working his cock. It’s sticky and wet, but he stops him, and Jungkook realizes he can’t hold back any longer.
“Brace yourself,” he demands, and Taehyung knows what he means, so he holds on to the desk in front of him as Jungkook releases him. “Going to come, baby.”
Hands grip his hips for leverage, then Jungkook fucks him, snapping his hips against him erratically for a few more thrusts before he finally comes inside of him, coating his insides with his release.
They really should have used a condom, but neither of them were in their sound minds to think clearly, but Taehyung finds he really doesn’t mind as he feels Jungkook’s cock pulsing inside of him as he comes.
Silence lingers between them as they come down from their high. Apart from their labored breathing, nothing but the faint voices of the people outside can be heard. It reminds him of where they are.
Taehyung decides to break their silence, his words catching onto the chuckle that follows.
“Well, that happened.”
Jungkook’s body shakes with laughter, then he feels a light swat to his cheek, Jungkook’s hand making contact with him as he playfully slaps him.
There’s no intent to it—just a swat, but Taehyung tingles under the attention.
“You brat,” Jungkook muses. “I’m going to pull out.”
Slowly, Jungkook does, and it doesn’t take long until he feels his release trickling out of him.
“We didn’t think this through.”
Jungkook hums.
“I brought the lube, so at least I came fifty percent prepared,” he counters, and Taehyung, who is very well-versed in negotiating, really doesn’t have a retort to that. “Besides, you love come play. Don’t act like the thought of walking out of here with a bit of my come still inside of you doesn’t thrill you.”
To make his point, Jungkook slides two fingers back inside of him, and Jungkook really is making some good points tonight. Not only does Taehyung not have an answer—he moans, loud and unabashed, the oversensitivity almost too much for him to handle.
“Fuck, Jungkook-ah.”
It’s obscene, the squelching of the lube and his come mixing in his ass, but Jungkook doesn’t say anything as he fingers it back inside of him.
All Taehyung can do is brace himself against his desk and take it. It should be humiliating, but he loves the attention that Jungkook gives him. How loved and appreciated he feels when he speaks, the adoration clear in his voice.
“I love how much you love this,” his husband whispers, and right as Taehyung turns his head to the side, he sees the phone being swiped from the desk again. “Need a photo of this.”
He hopes they never stop exploring their intimacy, because he loves how much they have fallen into documenting their times. It’s a dangerous hobby to keep in their lines of work, but that’s part of the thrill of it all.
“We’re going to get caught.”
Jungkook laughs, then he throws the phone back on the desk. There’s a fresh box of tissues placed on it—an initiative their cleaning staff has taken upon themselves for the cold season, and he’s immensely grateful for that now as Jungkook reaches for one to clean them up.
They work quickly, cleaning themselves and their mess up, and it’s with a bit of embarrassment that he finally looks up at Jungkook when they’ve both straightened themselves out.
The embarrassment quickly morphs into amusement when he realizes that Jungkook is still wearing his stupid snowman sweater, and Taehyung is in the hideous green one.
“Oh my God,” he laughs as he realizes, his eyes darting between them as he tugs on Jungkook’s sweater. “I can’t believe we did that wearing these.”
Jungkook’s eyes glimmer when he laughs, his nose scrunching up adorably. The traces of their ages are starting to show on their features, but he loves that Jungkook’s lines around his eyes are more prominent when he smiles, now. He can’t wait to see what he looks like in ten or twenty years, because he knows he’ll love him even more then, no matter how impossible that may feel today.
“Do you not remember me telling you that one night that I wasn’t opposed to fucking you in this?” Jungkook tugs on the hideous green sweater. “You make all my dreams come true, sweetheart.”
He adds a wink to his statement, and Taehyung is so in love with his husband, no matter how bratty he is.
“You’re insufferable.”
“I know,” Jungkook beams. “And you’re whipped.”
“No more than you.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
He really is hitting him with the absolutes today.
Fond, Taehyung shakes his head. He pulls him into a kiss.
“Let’s go home, Idol Boy.”
Jungkook’s delighted laugh rings out in his office.
“Can you drive? I had a drink.”
“Of course,” Taehyung offers, walking back around his desk to ruffle through the drawer that holds his keys. “I know you did that on purpose.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but they both know it’s true.
The snow falls gently around them as they pull out of the parking garage. The drive home isn’t long, and they spend it talking about their day. Jungkook hadn’t even told Taehyung that he was releasing a song this morning, so he was surprised when he received a text message with the link to purchase it.
It had made him laugh in the middle of his meeting, considering any royalties Jungkook gets from his songs go into their shared bank account. They had texted about it, and Jungkook had cheekily said it was his way of soliciting his sugar daddy for cash, now that he is in semi-retirement, and all. As evidenced, semi-retirement for Jungkook clearly isn’t what normal people consider semi-retirement, so here they are, with yet another single about to hit number one.
But then Jungkook had caught him by surprise again when he mentioned that all the proceeds are going to one of the charities that they both support, and still, to this day, his husband manages to take his breath away.
Though Christmas isn’t a big celebration for either of them, they are looking forward to two days to themselves. In an unprecedented move, Nora had suggested they take two days off for the holiday—not only Christmas day—and Taehyung certainly did not want to argue with her on that one. He knows that it will be good for their team members’ morale, especially the ones who have been in the trenches with him in the hospital merger, but he knows this is also Nora’s way of showing her appreciation for him.
Jungkook had asked if he wanted to go see their parents, but Taehyung had declined, claiming he instead wanted to spend time at home with him. His husband has no clue what he has planned, and he prefers to keep it that way. It doesn’t seem that he has any idea what’s about to unfold.
On Christmas morning, they sleep in, and Taehyung is actually surprised to find himself the last one in bed when he wakes up. The clock tells him that it’s past nine when he finally drags himself out of bed, but Jungkook must have just woken up, because he stands half-asleep by the espresso machine when Taehyung makes his way into the kitchen.
They still hold true to their rule: whomever wakes up first makes the coffee and tea.
Sleep traces his face and his hair—it’s ruffled, standing up in all directions, and he feels himself drawn to run his hands through it the second he lays eyes on him.
The padding of his slippers against the floor brings Jungkook out of his haze.
“Oh, morning, sweetheart,” Jungkook drawls, his morning rasp confirming for Taehyung that he is, indeed, fresh out of bed. “I was just coming back to bed.”
“Morning, baby,” he greets, then he steps into his arms, unable to resist raking his hands through his hair to tame it. “You are adorable with your hair like this.”
Jungkook chuckles softly, still half asleep, so Taehyung makes the most of it as he bends down to press a kiss to his forehead.
“I’m so fucking tired,” Jungkook compains as he tips his head against his shoulder, and they simply stand there, embracing as the espresso machine whirrs behind them. “Let’s go back to bed.”
“As much as I’d love that, we have to walk our dearest demon.”
Bam wags his tail where he lays on his bed—the one Jungkook insists on having in the kitchen so their dog can keep him company when he cooks dinner. Unlike his owner, Bam is patient right now, neither whining nor rushing them.
“Ugh,” Jungkook groans into his neck. “It’s my day today.”
“It is,” Taehyung says. “And it’s snowing. Have fun with that.”
He receives a pinch to his side for that, but he pays him no mind.
“How about this? I’ll walk with you. We can make it a Christmas walk.”
Jungkook smiles gratefully when he pulls away.
“Okay,” he says right away, clearly pleased that he thinks his whining has won Taehyung over. Little does he know. “Let me put our drinks in to-go cups.”
“Just don’t spill it on me,” Taehyung warns with a wink. “I’ll go get dressed.”
He makes quick work as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a sweater, one of Jungkook’s, he notices, and when he finally makes his way back into the hallway, Jungkook already has Bam half dressed in his puffer jacket. He looks ridiculous as he fights him on the snow boots he insists on dressing him in, but Taehyung has learned to pick his battles, and this isn’t one he plans on picking.
Nor does he plan on helping, instead simply standing there as he watches the two of them get ready for their Christmas walk. As much as he resisted their sweet demon of a dog, he is immensely grateful for him as he completes their family.
“Okay, we’re good,” Jungkook says to Bam determinedly, assessing his work with a sharp nod of his head. “No thanks to your other dad.”
“You were handling him just fine by yourself,” Taehyung laughs. “What can I help with, baby?”
“Get the drinks on the table,” Jungkook mutters, but there’s a smile tugging on his lips, so Taehyung knows he isn’t all too mad about this. “We’ll meet you outside. I’m sweating.”
He chuckles to himself as he looks at Jungkook in his giant puffer jacket and beanie. It isn’t all that cold, just cold enough for the snow to stick to the ground, but Jungkook has clearly committed to the cause, dressing himself for the weather and adding a face mask to boot. It brings him back to their first run-in.
Jungkook and Bam are impatient as they wait outside of their door, and Taehyung has to jog to keep up with them as they pull toward the elevator with swift steps. When Jungkook finally takes a sip of his coffee, he sighs contentedly, and Taehyung can do nothing but watch the two loves of his life as they play in the elevator.
He regrets his own outfit choices when he steps outside, because it is cold, the wind biting as it whips between the buildings. Though not as bundled as Jungkook, he is dressed for comfort and not fashion today, but it still doesn’t stop the cold from nipping at his cheeks.
“Let’s make this quick,” Jungkook insists, and Taehyung would agree if it wasn’t for his plans. He hasn’t quite thought about this more than the general idea he had, and now he finds himself a bit dazed. “Let’s take the short route.”
Jungkook leads them the wrong way, and before he can think of an excuse, he tugs on Jungkook’s arm, almost sending him into a tumble.
“No. We’re committing to this and going the long route,” Taehyung huffs out, hoping he hasn’t foiled his plans. “Fresh air is good for us.”
His husband knows all too well that Taehyung has no interest in fresh air or the long route on a day that isn’t his for dog duty, and immediately, his gaze shifts from confused to curious.
“Why are you acting so weird?”
Taehyung bites back the immediate retort that rests at the tip of his tongue, choosing to bring his drink to his lips instead of answering right away.
“No reason.”
Jungkook narrows his eyes on him.
“You’re lying.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes on him.
He may not be swayed by anyone like he is by his husband, but he does know how to keep a poker face.
“I’m lying?”
“You are?”
They both burst into laughter, and Taehyung figures that he may as well spill his secret. Jungkook is about to find out either way, and he is weak for his husband.
“Okay, I am lying,” he finally says.
“I knew it.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. Even under Jungkook’s mask, he can see the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles beneath it.
“Just roll with it for a second? Don’t ask any questions,” Taehyung demands, and he can see the way Jungkook’s gears turn as he keeps his eyes on him, but he must be feeling the Christmas spirit, because he doesn’t push. “Got it?”
“Got it,” Jungkook says as he salutes him. “Love it when you go all DILF on me.”
“Don’t go there, Idol Boy.”
“Okay, I won’t.” Jungkook winks. “Daddy.”
Taehyung stops immediately, causing Bam to whip his head around to see what is going on.
“Fine, fine,” Jungkook laughs. He pulls his mask down to put his beautiful face on display. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
He tugs on Bam to follow, then he stalks up to Taehyung, his lips warm as he leans down to kiss him.
“Take me to this mystery surprise, please.”
Taehyung kisses him back, but he doesn’t say anything else as he grabs him by his arm, linking them together as he walks them in the direction of the not so mysterious surprise.
Of course Jungkook can’t just roll with it. Patience has never been his strong suit, but it’s one of the things he appreciates about his husband—how relentless he is in his pursuits when he wants something.
“I said I wasn’t going to ask questions, but I’m going to ask questions,” Jungkook states as Taehyung leads them into the parking garage. “Are you taking me somewhere? Am I dressed appropriately? Is Bam coming with us?”
Taehyung laughs at the rapid fire questions.
“Yes.”
“To which one?”
“All of them,” Taehyung answers, choosing to put him out of his misery. Once they are in front of their designated parking spots, he turns to face his husband, then he produces the key out of his pocket. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
It’s the most satisfying sight, seeing Jungkook’s lips part, only to close as he looks at the key in his hand, then to the car that’s parked in Jungkook’s spot. Twice, he repeats the action, whipping his head between Taehyung and the car, and Taehyung has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at him.
He’s just really lucky that Jimin’s guy came through and got the car here in time for Christmas morning, of all days, but as it turns out, people are willing to do favors if you pay them well enough.
“What—” Jungkook whispers, his lips parting again. “You’re fucking with me?”
“Am I?”
“You are,” Jungkook says, though the tone of his voice suggests he isn’t sure. “There’s no fucking way you bought me a car?”
“But I did,” Taehyung responds, laughing when Bam tugs on the leash, because it forces Jungkook to lose his balance. “I hope you like it.”
“You hope I like it?” Jungkook parrots, his disbelieving laugh echoing in the parking garage as he turns to look at the car. “You’re out of your damn mind, hyung.”
“Am I?”
Taehyung repeats himself as he steps up behind Jungkook. He wraps his arms around him, squeezing him in his hold as he tips his head onto his shoulder. He loves when he catches him off guard like this. And maybe, just maybe, it influenced part of his decision to purchase such an extravagant gift for his husband. They are more than able to buy themselves what they want, but Jungkook deserves this, and Taehyung knows he wouldn’t just go out and buy himself a car.
There are too many clothes between them, but he still feels Jungkook’s soft laugh when Taehyung presses a kiss against his temple.
“I’m so fucking sick of you complaining about your car needing repairs, so I took matters into my own hands.”
His husband wrestles out of his hold, somehow managing to wrangle Bam as he turns them both around. His cheeks are red, bitten from the wind, but what he loves the most is how much his eyes say. How filled with adoration and love they are.
“You took matters into your own hands,” Jungkook repeats, his beautiful smile splitting his face open. “You bought me a G-Wagon.”
“I am aware.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Oh, I can take it back if you’re going to talk to me like that,” Taehyung threatens, empty, of course, but to make his point, he dangles the keys in front of Jungkook.
Quickly, Jungkook snatches them from his hold, so fast that Taehyung doesn’t stand a chance.
“You little shit,” he teases, but there’s still no bite to his words. “Do you like it?”
It’s quite the sight, matte black and equipped with some fancy package that Taehyung doesn’t care to know about, but Yoongi and Jimin had insisted that Jungkook needed it. He will give them credit for that later, and for the fact that they managed to not spoil the surprise, for once.
“I love it,” Jungkook reassures him as he leans in. His hand is freezing, but he allows him to cup his face, because the kiss he places on his lips is so reverent, so filled with love. “Thank you, sweetheart. You didn’t have to do this for me.”
“I know,” Taehyung whispers between them. “But I wanted to. And before you tell me that I was lying to you before, I am taking you somewhere. We’re going to a cabin in the mountains for a few days, and now you can drive us safely in this over-the-top SUV that you have.”
Jungkook laughs on his lips. “You’re not fucking with me?”
“I’m not. Bamie is coming with us, so just brace yourself for that.”
“I can’t believe you hid both of these things from me.”
“I still have my ways,” Taehyung muses. “But you’re on dog duty for the duration of the trip. You know I can’t stand the cold.”
“Say please and I’ll consider it.”
Playfully, he shoves Jungkook away, but he misjudges how willingly Jungkook goes, and he loses the grip he has on the tea in his hand, and it goes tumbling out of his hand and onto the floor, splattering all over his shoes and the ground.
It elicits the most beautiful laugh from Jungkook.
“At least it wasn’t me this time.”
Taehyung tips his head back, pretending to be annoyed as he looks at the ceiling, but it’s hard to pretend when his cheeks hurt from how wide his smile is.
“I’m going to go pack,” Taehyung says as he finally looks back at Jungkook. “We’re leaving in thirty minutes.”
“Will you drive?” Jungkook teases as he walks backwards, clearly too curious to not examine the inside of the car before they go.
“Absolutely not,” Taehyung says right away. “I know you’re trying to play it cool right now, but you’re absolutely foaming at the mouth to take this out.”
“You know me so well,” Jungkook says with a wink. “I’ll be right there.”
For once, it’s Jungkook who pushes them off schedule, so lost in exploring the features of his car that he stays in the garage for thirty minutes. Taehyung doesn’t mind in the slightest, because he, too, got caught up in scrolling his phone as he was meant to be packing. When they finally do set out for the mountains, it’s two hours after he said they were meant to leave.
They bicker about what to listen to in the car, Jungkook claiming they should listen to Christmas music while Taehyung argues that they should listen to Yoongi’s latest album. In a move so encompassing of Yoongi, Taehyung had received a copy of his new, unreleased album, and Taehyung is man enough to say that he squealed when he opened the zip file and realized what he was in possession of.
Jungkook had been less than impressed, claiming he never gets a reaction like that out of Taehyung when he releases new music, and to his credit, Taehyung couldn’t argue that. His inner fanboy for the rapper runs deep, even now that they are close friends.
As fate would have it, they end up with neither Christmas music or Yoongi’s album, instead choosing to compromise by turning the radio on. Taehyung finds himself shaking with laughter when Jungkook’s new song filters through the speakers of his fancy sound system, but the roads are so slippery that he can’t take his hands off the wheel to turn it off, so it’s what they’re stuck listening to.
And it doesn’t take much pleading before Jungkook starts singing along to his own song, his eye-roll strong when Taehyung brings his phone out to capture the moment. Yet it doesn’t stop him from smiling as he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, ever the performer as he puts on a show for him.
He doesn’t tell Jungkook when he posts it to his Instagram story, simply captioning it with, “He may be my husband and the love of my life, but Ryujin’s Christmas song is still better.”
He ends it with a “Merry Christmas” greeting, and he gets himself appropriately punished for that later in the evening, but they both know that Jungkook loves it a little too much when Taehyung takes to social media to profess his love for his husband, so he really doesn’t have much to say about that. And even though Jungkook doesn’t need it, the world tends to go crazy when Taehyung raves about his husband on social media, and Taehyung will die on the hill that his marketing efforts helped bring the song to its number one spot for the last weekend of the year.
As expected, it’s bitterly cold in the mountains, but it doesn’t seem to matter to them as they lounge on the couch in front of the fire, Bam resting on a bed on the floor as they enjoy the silence.
There’s no one around for miles, and it’s a freedom they are rarely afforded these days. The acquaintance that has lent him the cabin claimed it was a small, cozy, traditional place nestled into the mountains, and to his credit, it is. What he failed to mention was the state of the art remodel, and the breathtaking view that takes up the entirety of the wall and showcases the snow covered mountains that surround them.
For the last two hours, they’ve simply laid on the couch with the fire crackling in the background, Taehyung tucked into Jungkook’s chest as they look out at the view in front of them.
Taehyung was attempting to read, but the book lays discarded on the floor next to them, and Jungkook had stopped scrolling through his Instagram feed as they fell into conversation about everything and nothing, as they so often tend to do when it’s only the two of them tucked away with no one else around.
Sometimes, they discuss serious topics, like what the future holds for them if they finally dare to retire, while other times, it’s the most ridiculous, off-the-wall things that Jungkook blurts out. To this day, Taehyung isn’t sure what goes on in that beautiful, chaotic and amazing mind of his.
It’s how he keeps him on his toes, he supposes.
Gently, Jungkook’s fingers card through Taehyung’s hair, his eyes fluttering shut at the touch, but his husband’s sudden question has him snapping them open in an instant.
“If I were a season, what season would I be?”
The weight that his voice carries tells Taehyung that he is being dead serious, but it still forces a surprised chuckle out of him.
“Summer,” Taehyung says right away, and he has a feeling that Jungkook will ask him to elaborate on it. “You’re warm and bright,” he admits, and though Jungkook doesn’t warrant it, Taehyung finds himself expanding on his thoughts even more. “I know I said it in my wedding vows, but you really did bring light into my life when I didn’t have much of it. And you just—you keep bringing that light to my life, every single day. You are so bright and exuberant, and it reminds me of summer. So that’s my answer for you.”
The fingers in his hair stop carding, and Taehyung expects to be on the receiving end of a sassy remark, like, “that sounded like a job interview answer,” or something along the lines of it, but he finds his head being tipped back instead, Jungkook’s lips pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead.
His lips linger there when he speaks.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”
“I know,” Taehyung says, because Jungkook makes sure he knows that he loves him every single day, even on the days when he isn’t the best version of himself.
He is curious to hear Jungkook’s answer to his own question.
“What season would I be?”
The answer comes immediately.
“Winter.”
Jungkook pulls away, then he squeezes his arms tightly around his waist, tucking him in further into his chest.
“You’re unrelenting and commanding. When you step into a room, people notice you. Winter is like that, you know? You can’t stand in its way. But mostly, I associate winter with you because it was the time we met. It was so fucking cold that day,” he shudders as he recalls it, and Taehyung remembers all too well. “Yet that time in my life is one I associate with warmth and excitement. And whenever winter rolls around, I think about that time. How I knew that no matter where we’d end up in life after that, I’d always think of you when winter comes around. I always will.”
Taehyung’s heart clenches at the words. How easily they spill from Jungkook, unrestrained and normal, like he doesn’t even have to think about his answer.
Gently, he cups his hands over Jungkook’s, his fingers automatically reaching down to trace the gold band that rests in its rightful place on his left ring finger. Jungkook never takes it off, and it fills him with an inexplicable amount of pride when he catches sight of it, knowing it’s he who gets to call him his husband.
“I love you.”
Jungkook presses his lips against the side of his head as he breathes him in, the slow, steady beating of his heart grounding him as always. Outside the window, the snow swirls around them, as the last few hours of sunlight cast a beautiful glimmer over the powdery snow.
It’s perfect.
“I know,” Jungkook responds. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
“Merry Christmas, baby.”