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There’s glitter on the floor, all over every surface Taehyung’s fingers can touch, in the spaces between the bottles on the tables, on the counter where empty plates of cookies rest, under Jungkook’s right cheek and all over his hair where the strands are fluffed and sticking in all directions.
Taehyung leans back against the wall, half empty cup held in one hand and eyes taking in the scene in front of him. Their friends are drunkenly stumbling to the front door and waving goodbye, Jimin and Hobi are still jumping in the middle of the living room and counting to one hundred even though midnight had passed a long time ago, Namjoon’s long limbs are spread on the couch, mumbling to himself while Jin wordlessly leans his head against his shoulder and sips on the water bottle. Yoongi is next to him , his own matching drink held in one hand and a pair of wireless headphones plugged in both ears, both of them seemingly the only ones sober enough.
Soon the seven of them will gather in a tight circle on the floor, slow and sluggish and barely getting their words out as each and every one declaim their new year’s resolution. And soon the seven of them will be laughing uncontrollably, still on the floor and making fun of each other for whatever plan they have, then Jimin will stand (wobble) and shush them dramatically to say something sentimental that will most likely make Hobi cry and in no time, they will all be bawling.
He smiles faintly at the memory and when his gaze focuses back, the one person his eyes always lingers on is nowhere to be found. He frowns a little, craning forward to get a better look at the space between the living room and the hallway where he saw him dancing a few minutes ago. But a familiar weight is pressed against him all of a sudden, loose arm thrown all over his shoulder and almost smacking him in the face.
“Hyungie”
His boyfriend is breathless, no doubt had been running around and magically disappearing from one place to appear in another, smelling of a strange mix of wine and Hobi’s expensive fragrance, and he’s giggling non stoply, still trying (and failing) to wrap his arms around the older’s neck.
Taehyung's arm grabs into his waist tightly when he stumbles to the side, holding him steady against his chest and the soft ohh he lets out does something to his heart. He can already feel it expanding in his chest beyond limit, along with the tiny little bubbles of fondness that erupts one by one until his entire body is flooded with pure love and adoration for this one tiny person in his arms, this one tiny person currently opening and closing both eyes and huffing to remove away the strands of hair that keep falling and poking them.
He can't help the chuckle escaping his lips at how adorable the younger looks, hand reaching for his back pocket before easily holding away the fluffy bangs with a pink hair clip. Doe eyes blink rapidly like he's seeing the world for the first time, then with a satisfied hum Jungkook is nuzzling against his neck, body slacking and breathing slowly evening. A sleepy Jungkook is always the last of a drunk Jungkook and Taehyung can’t , for the life of him, fight the strong urge to place a soft kiss right where his forehead is exposed.
"I can't believe you actually carry those everywhere you go"
Yoongi’s voice is rough from the lack of use and Taehyung turns to look at him, fingers never ceasing their massage on the younger’s nape.
”I started doing it when he let his hair grow and at this point it just became a habit” He shrugs and faces the boy held in his arms when he mumbles something under his breath, eyes closed and lips in a natural pout that tugs at his heartstrings like he’s seeing it for the first time. A snort can be heard and he focuses on his hyung again. He’s got one of those wide grins that used to surprise Taehyung when they first met and his eyes are glinting in amusement.
“Hyung , don’t. I know what you're gonna say. Don’t “ He tries to give out his best glare but it’s useless because the older is laughing, the word whipped not so subtly coughed between the fit. Reaching out and smacking his shoulder when his arms are full is hard but Yoongi is already walking away, probably to get his own boyfriend to stop jumping before he ends up throwing up all over the furniture. That doesn’t stop Taehyung from yelling after him though “Not whipped! I just love my boyfriend so much for God’s sake, isn’t that what everyone’s supposed to do ?!”
Jungkok’s head lifts suddenly, almost bumping against Taehyung’s chin and Taehyung curses under his breath. He naturally grabs into his waist when he tries to squirm away but Jungkook is having none of it, miserably trying to stand on his own and almost causing them both to topple over.
“Boyfriend? Hyungie has a boyfriend ?”
His eyes widen comically, and then he’s the one desperately grabbing into Taehyung’s arm, grip surprisingly strong for his drunken state.
“Hyungie has a boyfriend” he repeats again and it’s like Taehyung’s seeing it in slow motion, the words slowly sinking in, nose turning red in the speed of light and lips pursing tight, wetness rapidly filling his eyes and spilling on the edges before Taehyung even gets the chance to understand what’s happening. His growing laugh immediately dies in his throat, his own eyes widening in panic as his hands cup his boyfriend’s cheeks and tries to wipe away the sudden flow of tears. Alarms ring in his ears when Jungkook only shakes his head and tries to move away.
“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“H-hyungie has a boyfriend” The wail he lets out is so loud that the rest of their friends are by their side in no time, faces worried and questioning. Namjoon is asking him what’s wrong but Taehyung can’t focus on any of his questions, not when Jungkook is crying harder and harder with each passing second and keeps trying to move away from him.
“H-hyungie has a boyfriend !!” he utters through the heart wrenching sobs again, loud enough for everyone to hear and Jimin is the first to crack up, laughing so loud he ends up stumbling back and hitting the floor. Hobi is next , the sound resembling a shriek more than anything and Taehyung’s so close to punching both their faces.
He doesn’t care how drunk his hyungs are , they can’t be laughing when Jungkook’s literally sobbing his heart out.
He’s thinking about a strategic way to smack them both in one go when Yoongi steps forward, places his arm on the younger’s shoulder and says “Jungkook-ah, the boyfriend Taehyung’s talking about is you” and it’s like a deja-vu. Taehyung watches, again in slow motion, the words slowly sinking in the younger’s head, loud sobs turning to a few quiet sniffles, before red rimmed eyes widen and look at Taehyung with a finger pointed at his own chest. “Me? I’m your boyfriend ?”
“Yes baby, it’s you. I promise it’s you” Taehyung nods eagerly, his heart still thumping violently against his chest and the change is so fast, so unexpected he has to blink his eyes in astonishment. The smile Jungkook gives him is so big , so genuine, so charmingly beautiful it almost brings him to his knees.
He can hear cooes in the back but he can only focus on the boy in front of him, starry eyes sparkling and physically beaming with newfound happiness.
“Hyung it’s me, I’m your boyfriend!” He giggles, finger still pointing at his chest and it’s inevitable, really . The tears fill his eyes before he can stop them, and later when he sees the scrunch his face makes in the video Jin took, it's so ugly he gags. Someone groans in the back, a mumbled “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” reaches his ears but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t. Not when his boyfriend’s by his side in seconds, peppering sloppy kisses all over his face and neck, whispering softly that “I’m so happy too taetae, don’t cry. No need to cry, we’re boyfriends now”
He only sobs harder.