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The smell of cinnamon overwhelmed the house. The kitchen counters were covered with dough and sprinkled cinnamon everywhere. The low amber light illuminated Taehyung's face as he rolled the dough with great difficulty. Everything around him was a mess — unwashed dishes in the sink, flour everywhere, and the once organized cupboards were now jumbled and disarrayed. As if that wasn't enough clutter, flour fingerprints were imprinted on the walls and kitchen cabinets.
In the middle of the mess, Kim Taehyung smiled — not out of joy, but relief. The batter had finally been mixed, along with some chunky bits. He had scrolled through many websites to find the perfect recipe to surprise his boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. Taehyung loved his boyfriend more than anyone in the world, but they had both agreed that Jungkook would always handle the cooking — because whenever Taehyung so much as glanced at a kitchen tool, destruction would find its way to the table long before any dish did.
With the warmth of the oven filling the kitchen around him, Taehyung preheated it carefully, balancing the tray in one hand while his fingers found Jungkook's name in his contacts without even having to look — he had dialed it so many times it had become second nature, like breathing. He pressed the phone to his ear, his bottom lip caught gently between his teeth as he waited, heart fluttering the way it always did in those small, quiet seconds before Jungkook picked up. With a soft exhale of focus, he slid the tray into the steaming oven.
"Hey, baby."
Two words. That was all it took. Jungkook's voice, low and velvet-soft, spilled through the phone like something warm being poured into Taehyung's chest. After all these years, it still did that to him — still made something in him settle and glow all at once.
"Hey, Kook," Taehyung murmured, a pout already tugging at his lips as he fidgeted with the bow of his strawberry apron. "When will you be home? I have a surprise — and it might go cold waiting for you."
A pause. Then, from the other end of the line, came the sound Taehyung would choose above anything else in the world — Jungkook's deep, rumbling chuckle, unhurried and full of quiet affection.
"I'll be home in a few minutes, baby. Tell your surprise to wait just a little longer for me."
Taehyung giggled — bright and unguarded — and ended the call with a soft goodbye, pressing a small flurry of kisses into the phone as though they could somehow travel through the line and find their way to Jungkook's cheek.
The kitchen was clean now — or clean enough. Taehyung dropped into one of the chairs with a quiet exhale, his body finally still after hours of anxious, flour-dusted movement. The silence that followed felt almost strange, like the world had paused just to make room for the waiting.
He poured champagne into two glasses with hands that weren't entirely steady, the soft fizzing sound the only thing filling the quiet. He set Jungkook's glass down gently — straightening it once, then again, as though the small act of arranging it perfectly somehow mattered. As though love could be measured in the way you prepared a glass for someone before they arrived.
Then he sat. And waited.
Small sips. That was all he allowed himself — slow and careful, as if drinking too quickly might somehow jinx the evening he had spent all afternoon building. His eyes kept finding the clock without meaning to, pulled there the way a compass needle is pulled north, helpless and certain all at once. Each minute that passed tightened something warm and nervous in his chest — not fear, not quite — but that breathless, fragile feeling of wanting something to be perfect for the person who already thought you were.
The cinnamon rolls were in the oven. The champagne was poured. And somewhere between here and home, Jungkook was on his way.
Taehyung exhaled softly and took another small sip, letting himself feel every quiet, tender second of the wait.
The sound of the doorbell, broke Taehyung out of trance as he finally got up from his seat, skipping his way over cutely to the door. He opened the door with his expectant arms and embraced the older male in a hug. Jungkook caught Taehyung and felt all his worries wash away from his body as he smelled the familiar scent from Taehyung's hair.
The doorbell cut softly through the silence, and just like that, the waiting was over.
Taehyung was on his feet before he had even fully registered it, his heart lifting as he made his way to the door — not quite walking, not quite running, but something in between, light and eager in the way only Jungkook could make him feel. He pulled the door open and didn't say a word. He simply opened his arms, and stepped forward, letting that be enough.
Jungkook stepped in and caught him — the way he always did, effortlessly, like Taehyung was something he had been reaching for all day. His arms folded around him slowly, tightening with a quiet exhale, and Taehyung felt him arrive not just at the door, but fully — the tension in his shoulders softening, the weight of whatever the day had carried beginning to dissolve between them.
For a moment, Jungkook just held him. His nose found its way into Taehyung's hair and he breathed in slowly — that familiar scent, warm and achingly his — and something deep inside him settled. The way it only ever did here. The way it only ever did with him.
Home, his chest seemed to say. You're home.
Taehyung pulled his head away from Jungkook's neck and puckered his lips, pleading with his lips for a kiss. Jungkook gulped at the irresistible sight, his eyes flickering between Taehyung's glossy, red lips and seductive eyes. Finally caving in, Jungkook leaned down to close the gap between them. Taehyung's eyes closed in content as Jungkook sucked on his lips slowly. Before the situation could be steamy, Taehyung pulled away and Jungkook in hunger still kept chasing his lips. Taehyung put his hand on Jungkook's mouth. "Be patient, I told you I have a surprise to show you first." Jungkook whined in annoyance and blindly followed Taehyung with a fond smile. Jungkook took in the sight and cooed at Taehyung. His boyfriend was really adorable and thoughtful, he liked small and intimate surprises, which Taehyung plans really well.
Taehyung pulled his head away from Jungkook's neck and puckered his lips, silently pleading for a kiss. Jungkook gulped at the irresistible sight, his eyes flickering between Taehyung's glossy, red lips and his captivating eyes. Finally caving in, he leaned down to close the gap between them. Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut in contentment as Jungkook kissed him slowly, unhurried and tender. Before things could drift any further, Taehyung pulled away — and Jungkook, still hungry for more, chased after his lips instinctively. Taehyung pressed a single finger to Jungkook's mouth with a playful look. "Be patient. I told you I have a surprise to show you first."
Jungkook let out a soft whine of protest but followed Taehyung obediently, a fond smile tugging at his lips all the while.
When they stepped inside, Jungkook took in the sight before him and his heart swelled. His boyfriend was truly adorable and endlessly thoughtful — Jungkook had always loved this about him, the way Taehyung poured himself into the small, intimate things that most people overlooked. His gaze landed on the cinnamon rolls and a warm, fond laugh escaped him. He pulled Taehyung close and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, then pulled out a chair for him before settling into his own.
Taehyung watched with barely contained anticipation as Jungkook pressed his fork into one of the cinnamon rolls and took a bite. A low, involuntary moan left Jungkook's lips at the taste that met him. "It's so good, baby," he said softly, eyes warm with sincerity. "You really do have magic in those hands."
Taehyung felt the heat rise to his cheeks immediately, a shy smile blooming across his face as he dropped his gaze, suddenly unable to quite meet Jungkook's eyes.
Between them, the candles flickered softly, the champagne caught the light, and the warmth of the evening settled around them like something precious — quiet, and entirely their own.
The comforting silence, punctuated only by the soft clanking of cutlery, was broken by Jungkook's voice. His expression was nervous, his words carefully measured as though he was still deciding them even as he spoke. Jungkook knew there was no perfect way to express what had been on his mind — the idea, the fantasy — but he wanted to try. More than that, he wanted to try it with Taehyung.
Taehyung set down his glass quietly and waited, his eyes soft and patient. But the longer Jungkook lingered in his own thoughts, the more a small thread of worry began to weave itself through Taehyung's chest.
"Baby, I know this might sound weird — or even strange to you," Jungkook began carefully, "but I really want to try it out."
Taehyung felt confusion stir within him, Jungkook's vague words pointing toward something he couldn't quite make out. Still, he waited, giving him the space to find his way to the end of the thought.
"For your birthday tomorrow, ca—"
Their moment was interrupted by the sharp ring of Taehyung's phone. Park Jimin — Taehyung's best friend. He offered Jungkook an apologetic glance and quietly excused himself to answer the call.
The moment the warmth of the conversation left the table, so did Jungkook's courage. Whatever confidence he had carefully built up brick by brick came apart the instant the phone rang, leaving him sitting alone with his nerves and his half-spoken words.
When Taehyung returned and was just about to settle back into his chair, Jungkook drew in a slow breath — and before the moment could slip away from him again, he squeezed his eyes shut and said it all at once, every word tumbling out in a single unbroken rush.
"For your birthday gift tomorrow, I want you to spend the night with my brother while I watch."
The words landed in the air between them.
Taehyung went still. He heard the words — each one clearly — and yet his mind refused to arrange them into something that made sense. Surely his ears had deceived him. Surely he had heard wrong.
Jungkook rose from his chair and leaned forward, his hands finding the edge of the table as he tried to explain himself, desperation threading quietly through his voice. "Baby, please — it's one of my kinks, something I have always wanted to try. Sometimes, when I dream..." he paused, choosing his words carefully, "I imagine other people touching you. And I want to see it. For real."
Taehyung listened to every word in silence, taking in this piece of Jungkook he had never known before. When Jungkook finished, he gave a single, quiet nod.
Not because the idea stirred anything in him. Not because his heart had leapt at the thought or his stomach had fluttered with excitement. But because Jungkook had. And for Taehyung, that had always been enough of a reason.
He had spent years learning the shape of Jungkook's happiness — the things that made his eyes light up, the things that made him feel safe, the things he kept tucked quietly inside himself out of fear of being too much. If this was something Jungkook had carried in silence, something he had finally found the courage to voice, then Taehyung would hold it with care.
Even if his birthday gift meant another pair of hands on his body — hands that were not Jungkook's — he would accept it. Because at the end of the night, no matter what, it would still be Jungkook's eyes on him. And somehow, that made it feel like enough.