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One of the best things about visiting Taehyung`s parents, in Taehyung`s personal opinion, was his king-size bed. He chose it when he was in high-school and his insomnia hit for the first time, when he couldn`t fall asleep for nights and nights, twisting around in frustration. The new, huge, soft bed ended up not helping whatsoever.
But now it was a lot more comfortable, sleeping in it with Jungkook, although it was obvious Taehyung was the only one really enjoying the space. Jungkook curled himself into Taehyung anyway, the same way he did in their dorm, in the bed they could barely fit in. His nose was buried deep in Taehyung`s neck, cheek squished against his collarbones and arms and legs wrapped around his body. Taehyung could feel Jungkook`s breath coming in soft puffs against his throat and it tickled, made a sleepy smile tug at Taehyung`s lips.
He blinked his eyes open to see snow falling steadily behind the window, the light heavy like it only ever is in winter, the room a warm, thick grey.
Taehyung untangled himself from Jungkook carefully, freezing when the boy stirred. Jungkook made a disgruntled little sound, pushed himself deeper into the pillows and settled again, sighing sweetly.
He was still asleep when Taehyung came back wearing warm pajamas and with two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands. He watched his parents` car drive away from the window and waved. He couldn`t really see them waving back, wasn`t even sure they saw him through all the snow.
He took a few sips of his chocolate, felt it spreading on his tongue like velvet and watched the snowflakes fall for a while, happy to see some of them sticking wetly to the glass. That meant it wasn`t too cold outside and the snow would be sticky enough to make a fort later.
They haven’t gotten around to that yet, focusing on a gingerbread house and a Christmas tree first. Taehyung`s family wasn`t really that much into Christmas, but a small, shiny tree has always been a must.
For the first time in Taehyung`s life, the gingerbread house standing in the middle of the table downstairs actually looked good. Taehyung didn`t know how Jungkook managed that. Even the frosting lines were fucking perfect, no sprinkles melting into the carpet and no M&Ms falling off the ginger roof.
Taehyung sighed, putting his cup down on the windowsill, and climbed back onto the bed. It was still somewhat dark in the room but it would probably be like that all day, and it was already late morning. Taehyung knew Jungkook didn`t enjoy sleeping in for too long.
He laid down by Jungkook`s side, smiling when he noticed him hugging Taehyung`s pillow, and brought his hand up to stroke Jungkook`s arm, his side. He nuzzled his hair when Jungkook didn`t react, buried his face in soft curls and breathed in, greedy for silver, for rain, for Jungkook.
“Kookie.” He brushed his locks away to kiss down Jungkook`s neck, slid his hand underneath his shirt, and Jungkook`s breath hitched just a little.
He mumbled something and pressed closer to Taehyung.
Taehyung chuckled, bit his shoulder blade lightly. “Jungkookie. Wake up, bunny. I miss you.”
“Mhm, Tae.” He slurred, sweet and sleepy.
Taehyung went back to kissing his throat and collarbones, teasing the skin with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue, drawing circles onto Jungkook`s hip with a pressure. His skin was smooth and painfully hot there, delicate and tender, and Taehyung moved lower, pushed Jungkook`s shirt up a little so he could mouth at his stomach.
Jungkook`s hand flew to Taehyung`s hair, hips stuttering shortly.
“Tae.” He mumbled. “What are you doing?”
“Told you.” Taehyung breathed out, leaving wet kisses around Jungkook`s belly button. “Missed you.”
Jungkook laughed, light and breathy, and tried to curl in on himself, ticklish. “We just- just woke up!”
Taehyung hummed into his skin, let his hands travel down to Jungkook`s thighs, soft and smooth. “You just woke up. I`ve already made us hot chocolate.”
“Tae.” Jungkook`s fingers twitched in Taehyung`s hair. “Stop this, we aren`t fucking right now.”
“Why not, bunny?”
Jungkook`s hips jerked and Taehyung pushed his leg up to suck red marks onto his thigh. So warm, so pretty. Jungkook smelled so good, tasted so lovely.
“Your parents will hear us!” Jungkook hissed and Taehyung grinned, biting around the line of his briefs, just to hear Jungkook`s breath stutter.
“They left to get groceries. And visit one of their friends. Should be back before lunch.”
Jungkook hesitated, muscles tensing under Taehyung`s mouth. “They`ll smell it.”
Taehyung laughed. “They won`t smell anything, we`ll take a shower.”
Jungkook relaxed with a quiet exhale, legs falling open in that way that had Taehyung groaning. He opened his mouth on Jungkook`s skin, pressed his tongue flat to the dip of his hipbone, loving the taste and the warmth and the sharp sound Jungkook made, hips shifting again.
“Tae.”
“Wanna fuck you.” Taehyung looked up at him, heat tugging at his stomach from how dark Jungkook`s eyes were, how red his cheeks have already gotten. “Can I, bunny?”
Jungkook nodded hastily and Taehyung kissed his stomach a few more times before pushing himself away. He just loved kissing Jungkook everywhere, he was so fucking pretty.
He reached into the bedside drawer and Jungkook dropped his head onto the pillows. “Did you really bring lube?”
Taehyung blinked, turning to stare at him. “Did you expect us not to fuck for two weeks?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, blushing harder. “I- Well- no, I-“ He huffed, scrunching his nose up, and Taehyung chuckled.
“Turn over, Kookie.”
Jungkook did so quickly, hiding his face into the pillows. Taehyung smiled and settled between his legs. He tapped Jungkook`s hips and the boy pushed himself up on his knees a little, spine dipping. Taehyung wished he could see all of Jungkook but his shirt stayed in place.
He traced his lips over the line of Jungkook’s pants again and tugged them down, hands already on the front of Jungkook`s thighs to hold him back when he tried to shy away.
“Don`t hide from me.” He clicked his tongue, holding Jungkook until he relaxed. “My pretty bunny. Don`t you know I love seeing you?”
Jungkook made a soft noise, face burring deeper into the pillow.
This was a revealing position for Jungkook, Taehyung knew, and he was admittedly a little surprised the boy let them get here so easily. He has spent weeks convincing Jungkook that he didn`t have to be shy, had nothing to worry about, that yes, Taehyung knew he didn`t have slick, no, it was not weird, yes Taehyung still wanted to touch him and see him and have his mouth on him.
He kissed Jungkook`s hip, brushed his fingertips over his hole and Jungkook jerked, whining something into the sheets.
Taehyung missed this so much – spreading Jungkook out and toying with him, tasting him and watching him clench on his fingers. His head spun with anticipation.
He poured lube onto his fingers, warming it up for a moment, and ran them over Jungkook`s rim again, pressed down on the muscle. Jungkook keened softly, sound muffled.
Taehyung squeezed his hip. “I want to hear you.”
Jungkook turned his head to the side, flushed from choking himself in the pillows and maybe from something else. Something heavier, hotter. Taehyung knew Jungkook loved it when he looked at him like this.
“Beautiful, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook`s lushes fluttered.
Taehyung rubbed a slick finger on his hole, pressing down, over and over, simply to tease, to have Jungkook panting and pushing back, hands curling in shaking fists.
“Tae.”
“What.”
Jungkook bit down a whine, so easily worked up. “Tae, come on, please.”
Taehyung was such an asshole, really, he knew. And he knew Jungkook loved it.
“Please what?”
Jungkook hissed, trying to sound annoyed and only coming out needy, “Please- touch me, fuck me, Tae. Missed you, come on, please.”
Taehyung hummed, pleased, Jungkook`s whole body going lax as he pushed the first finger in.
“Missed me, bunny?” He moved his finger in slowly, letting Jungkook adjust since he was tighter than usual, after that many days. “What did you miss, Kookie? Tell me.” He leaned down to touch his mouth to Jungkook`s hip, bit the skin gently. “Did you miss my cock? Or did you miss this?” He pulled his finger out, almost all the way, want hitting him hard and low at the sight of Jungkook clenching and trying to chase him. His voice came out too raw. “Missed my fingers toying with your little hole?”
Jungkook turned back into the pillow abruptly, moaned long and loud into it. “Tae, god- please.”
Taehyung just worked his finger in and out for a while, only that, knew it was maddening for Jungkook, not enough at all. Jungkook was insanely sensitive there, breathing shallow already and cock hanging hard between his legs, leaking precum and grinding against nothing. Just from this, from getting his rim teased.
Taehyung added a second finger when Jungkook started whining with each movement, tugging roughly at the sheets. Jungkook sighed happily, pushing back, and Taehyung leaned to kiss his hip more, up to the small of his back.
Jungkook`s shirt slid down a little over the dip of his waist and Jungkook tensed.
“I`m not taking it off.” Taehyung soothed even though Jungkook already knew that. He paused, waiting for Jungkook to melt again. “Don`t worry, Kookie.”
Jungkook nodded, hips rolling in greedy circles. “Tae, muh- more.”
There was something obscene and so fucking hot about the way Taehyung`s finger disappeared in Jungkook`s hole, thrusting in and out smoothly, wet and tight and slick.
Taehyung has seen Jungkook naked, of course he has. When it was dark, in the light of the moon or a street lamp that fell through the window, and he was gorgeous, so-so-so gorgeous. Taehyung couldn`t take his mouth off him, loved when Jungkook got in his lap and fucked himself on his cock so Taehyung could just focus on covering his chest in hickeys, painting his collarbones red.
He had seen Jungkook shirtless during the day too, when he was changing or taking a shower, but Jungkook always made it a point of not making it sexual then, always turned away quickly.
“You don`t have to tell me, if you don`t want to,” Taehyung started, slowing down just a bit. “But I just realized I`ve never asked. Why won`t you let me see you?”
Jungkook huffed. “You are seeing me.”
Taehyung smiled, caressed his hip. “You know what I mean.”
“I-“ Jungkook turned his head and wet his lips, dark and swollen, sucked his piercing into his mouth.
It was so distracting.
Jungkook could just say it didn`t matter. Could brush it off if it wasn`t something he wanted to share with Taehyung.
But Taehyung should have learned to remembered by now that it never crossed Jungkook`s mind to lie, to keep important things quiet.
“I just think-“ He swallowed, words coming out slurred. “I dunno, I like how I look, I just- When we`re like this, I want- want to be pretty and perfect for you and I just- feel so huge and bulk when I`m naked, like- like I`m too strong. Or something.” He squirmed, stiffening slightly.
Taehyung looked at him for a long second and then moved, making Jungkook moan with how his fingers twisted inside of him.
He found Jungkook`s hands and guided them up one by one, held his wrists together with one hand and pressed them into the sheets, made Jungkook straighten up and arch more, pushed his fingers deeper and crooked them as the boy tried to speak, hovered above him as Jungkook chocked on moans, messy and muffled and long.
“Tae-“
Taehyung felt like he was burning, dragged his cock on Jungkook`s thigh and caged him, held him down and moved his fingers inside of him with a quick pace.
“Tell me, bunny.” He murmured, smooth and sweet and a low, warning edge to his words. “Still feel big and strong?”
Jungkook meowled. “Tae- Please-“
His hips kept moving in useless, short circles, arms flexing in Taehyung`s hold.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Taehyung pushed hard against Jungkook`s prostate, again and again, not taking the pressure off for a second.
Jungkook trashed beneath him. “Tah- Tae! Wanna- Tae, wanna cum!”
Taehyung closed his eyes, dizzy with how hot he felt. “And?”
Jungkook chocked, begging, “Please, touch my cock, please-please, Tae, please- Please-“
Taehyung nuzzled his hair, getting his lungs full of silver, of rain, pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook`s temple, his cheek.
He answered so gently, “No.”
Jungkook sobbed.
“What, Jungkookie?” Taehyung scissored his fingers, dragged the pads up his sensitive walls. “Can`t you touch your cock yourself? Wouldn`t it feel so-so good, mhm?”
Jungkook cried, ass pushing back frantically, and flexed his arms weakly, trying to tug. There was barely any force in Taehyung`s hold on his wrists.
“No?” He chuckled. “Need me to do it all for you, bunny? But I thought you were so big and strong.”
Jungkook moaned into the bed, shirt dampening with sweat and thighs quivering. “Tae, please- Please, please, Tae-“
Taehyung pressed himself closer and kissed Jungkook more, moved his fingers more carefully, almost soothing. “Do you really want to cum, Kookie? Or do you want my cock?”
Jungkook cried wetly, a hurt, desperate sound leaving his throat. “Tae, it`s- unfair, unfair!”
Taehyung waited, still rubbing hard against Jungkook`s prostate, letting the boy decide.
“Tae-“ Jungkook broke with a sob, body drawn tight. “Stah- stop, want your cock, want- Don`t make me cum, Tae-”
Taehyung stilled his hand and leaned over Jungkook, felt him fall to his side to press into Taehyung, shaking all over.
“Shh, baby.” He kissed Jungkook`s temple, the crown of his head. “That`s it, you`re such a good boy. Doing so well, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook cried quietly, shuddering and breathless, “You`re so mean.”
Taehyung smiled against his neck. “Do you not like it when I`m mean?”
Jungkook whimpered. “Tae.”
“I wanna hear it, bunny.” Taehyung pushed. To be fucking cruel. “Do you not?”
“I do.” Jungkook whispered, embarrassed to death and adorable, relaxing just a little.
“You do what?”
“Like it when-“ Jungkook`s cheeks burned so bright. “When you`re mean.”
Taehyung`s body throbbed with need, aching and hot. “You`re so perfect, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook clenched on his fingers. “Tae, please.” He crooked his neck to catch Taehyung`s eyes, his own pupils blown, gaze gone and hazy. “Please, Tae, fuck me?”
Taehyung leaned to kiss him, sloppy and soft, Jungkook`s lips pliant under his, just like he loved, just like always.
“My beautiful Kookie. So flawless, darling.”
Jungkook blushed, hiding into the pillow.
Taehyung moved his fingers again, slow and gentle, but Jungkook still gasped, “Tae-“
“Shh.” Taehyung let go of his hands to stroke Jungkook`s hair, pushed the third finger in. “One more, Kookie. You`re very tight, baby, just one more, yeah? I won`t tease anymore.”
Jungkook sniffled. “Tae. Love you, want you.”
Taehyung dropped his forehead to Jungkook`s shoulder, groaning quietly. “I love you too, Kookie. And I want you so bad, bunny.” He moved his fingers faster, only focused on stretching Jungkook out, working him open. “Look at you, sweetheart. So gorgeous.”
“For-“ Jungkook whined. “For you.”
“Yes, for me.” Taehyung`s stomach ached with heat. “So gorgeous, all for me. My pretty Kookie.”
Jungkook scratched the pillow, making the fabric creak. “Tae-“
“Yes, okay.” Taehyung pulled his fingers out and set back to get the lube, bit down a moan as he lubed himself up.
Jungkook clenched around nothing, rim pink and puffy and abused and Taehyung had to close his eyes and just breathe for a second to hold back from thrusting hard and fast into him from the start, taking it all and feeling that wet warmth constricting around his cock.
He leaned over Jungkook slowly instead, rubbed his cock over his hole. Jungkook keened, whole body jerking. “Tae, please, please-“
Taehyung pushed in gently, gripping Jungkook`s hips hard as the boy rolled his hips back with a needy, impatient noise. Jungkook parted his knees more, moaning loud when Taehyung bottomed out, leaned over Jungkook to kiss his shoulder, forced himself to wait, let Jungkook get used to the stretch.
Jungkook whined, hips stuttering, and Taehyung thrust in carefully, watched Jungkook writhe underneath him.
“That`s it, bunny.” He soothed, nuzzled Jungkook`s neck. “Taking me so well, Jungkookie. Such a perfect baby for me.”
His skin crawled with the sounds Jungkook made, pleasure dripping hot and slick down his spine at the sight of Jungkook stretched on his cock, at the feeling of him and the thick smell of silver filling up his mouth and lungs. He could taste rain on his tongue and it burned, made Taehyung feel drunk.
“Good- Tae, so good.” Jungkook slurred, all sweet and plaint, and Taehyung angled his thrusts just like he knew Jungkook loved, wrapped an arm around his stomach to catch him when Jungkook almost collapsed on the bed, sobbing out moans.
“Beautiful, Kookie.” He couldn`t stop praising him, needed to make sure that he knew. “Aren`t you just perfect, Jungkookie?”
Couldn`t stop being mean, too.
Jungkook whimpered and Taehyung snapped his hips forward harder. “Answer me, bunny.”
“I-“ Jungkook looked so gone, flushed and shaking and chocked. “Y- es.”
Taehyung lapped at his neck, sucked bruises onto it. “Yes what?”
“Yes, I`m-“ Jungkook cheeks were so red and wet, eyes so glossy. “`M perfect for- for my alpha.”
Taehyung hissed into his skin, fucking losing it and thrusting brutally into Jungkook, biting into his shoulder, and the boy keened.
“Yes, Tae, god, more-more-more-“
Taehyung could feel his sanity slipping away, mind blanking and heart throbbing, satisfaction coursing heavy through his veins at seeing his Kookie like this, all sweaty and breathless and crying with pleasure.
“Tae, wa- wanna cum.” Jungkook meowled and Taehyung wrapped his hand around his leaking cock, stroking fast.
He breathed in, felt pleasure coiling deep in his stomach. “My beautiful bunny. Took me so well, Kookie, such a good boy. Cum for me, baby.”
Jungkook spilled onto the sheets with a loud cry, shuddering hard again and again, and Taehyung only needed a few more thrusts before he was cuming too, biting Jungkook’s back through the fabric of his shirt to keep his moans quiet.
He buried his face in Jungkook’s neck and just breathed there for a moment, an arm around Jungkook’s stomach holding the boy up and both of them sweaty, lost in this.
He pulled out carefully when his arm begun to ache and Jungkook whined softly. Taehyung lowered him onto the sheets and collapsed half on top of him, hand back on his waist again.
Jungkook’s body kept twitching with little tremors and Taehyung hugged him closer, nuzzled his hair.
“Shh, Jungkookie. Pretty bunny, that’s it, darling. You did so well, sweetheart, was so perfect for me, hm?Relax now, Kookie.”
Jungkook made a small noise, turning to press himself into Taehyung’s chest.
They stayed like that for a long time and Jungkook’s body melted slowly, going boneless against Taehyung’s. Taehyung closed his eyes and threaded his fingers through Jungkook’s locks, stroking them gently and entertaining the idea of just falling asleep now.
“You’re heavy.” Jungkook huffed and Taehyung broke into a smile.
“You sleep on me like that every night, you know?”
“Well, I’m a feather.” Jungkook poked his side. “You said it yourself.”
“When did I say that?”
Jungkook sounded like he wanted to fall asleep too. “On my birthday. When you dragged me in your lap for the first time.”
Taehyung grinned, brushed his lips to Jungkook’s ear. “I’m pretty sure you climbed there yourself, bunny. And then proceeded to spoon-feed me cake in front of all of our hyungs.”
Jungkook squirmed, mortified. “Oh my god, Taehyung! That is not what happened!”
“It absolutely is.” Taehyung laughed. “Do you know how much shit Jimin gave me for that later?”
Jungkook buried his head into the sheets underneath Taehyung but Taehyung could still hear him giggling.
He smiled. “You’re so perfect, Kookie. You don’t even know. I just love you so much.”
Jungkook hissed. “I can’t believe you made me say that!”
‘I’m perfect for my alpha.’
“You liked saying it.” Taehyung murmured. “I should make you say stuff more often.”
Jungkook squeezed Taehyung’s hand with a whine. “Please stop talking.”
“Why, bunny?” Taehyung pushed himself up a little to lean over Jungkook, the boy still hiding in the pillows. “Would you prefer to do the talking?”
“No.” Jungkook grumbled. “It’s just that everything you say feels like a blowjob and I literally just came.”
Taehyung laughed loudly, head falling back. “You’re so cute.”
“Tae!”
“Okay, sorry.” Taehyung chuckled.
He dipped his hand underneath Jungkook’s shirt, stroked the smooth skin of his back, felt it burning under his palm. Jungkook melted, lolling closer.
The corners of Taehyung’s mouth turned down slowly and he kissed Jungkook’s shoulder, called quietly, “Baby?”
“Mhm?”
“You know I mean it, yeah?” Taehyung traced his spine, the curve of his hip. “That you’re perfect? That I love you? And every part of you?”
Jungkook looked up at him, a little confused by Taehyung’s tone, and Taehyung smiled at his pink nose, brushed his knuckles over Jungkook’s rosy cheek.
Tried to hide the sadness twisting in his chest.
Jungkook blinked. “I know.”
But he was still hiding himself from Taehyung. Taehyung was naked, he trusted Jungkook completely, with everything and anything and all of himself and Jungkook still felt like he needed to hide.
It didn’t hurt, not really. But it did make Taehyung sad.
He could wait, though.
Suddenly, Jungkook smiled wide and sat up, shaking his head and reaching for the hem of his shirt.
Taehyung’s hands flew to stop him, eyes widening. “Wait, I- Kookie, you don’t have to take it off, I didn’t mean it like that.” He searched his Jungkook’s eyes, stars twinkling in them. “I don’t wanna pressure you into taking it off or anything, I swear-“
Jungkook’s lips were suddenly on his, a sweet, careful touch. Jungkook pulled away quickly, still smiling, and stroked Taehyung’s nose the same Taehyung always did to him.
“This is silly, Tae. I know I don’t have to. I was just being silly, I want it off now.” He grinned then, smug and teasing, and shrugged the shirt away. “It’s not ‘cause you’re so special. There’s just cum on it, so that’s why.”
“No, sure.” Taehyung nodded.
He wanted to say something more but stopped when his eyes slid to Jungkook’s naked body. It was hot, of course, the hard muscles and all, but there was also something so fucking vulnerable about seeing Jungkook completely naked it the light of the day for the first time. Something so warm, so gentle swelling it Taehyung’s heart.
He brought his hand up to trace his fingers down Jungkook’s chest, over the line of his abs, and Jungkook whined, cheeks steadily aflame.
“No, Tae, get that look off your face, you are not fucking me again. I feel like my ass will fall off.”
Taehyung laughed and dragged Jungkook down, cradled the boy to his chest. He went easily, curling into Taehyung with his cheek on Taehyung’s collarbones, and sighed happily.
Taehyung kissed his temple. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I said you’re not fucking me!”
Taehyung grinned, like a complete asshole. “No? But I though you’re so big and strong-“
“Oh my god, Tae, stop with that!” Jungkook fake cried. “You said that, like, four times!”
“You said it first, baby.” Taehyung kissed his neck, the hollow of his throat. “‘I can’t take my shirt off, I look too much like a god. Your mortal eyes wouldn’t survive.’”
Jungkook pushed his hip softly. “That is so not what I said!”
“That’s what I heard.”
Jungkook laughed, a pretty, happy sound, all light and breathy. “I love you.”
Taehyung wrapped both arms around him, dragged him flash to his chest. “I love you too, Kookie. My lovely baby.”
“You’re still not fucking me, though.”
Taehyung groaned. “Darling. I think you’re overestimating my stamina. You know, just a little bit.”
“Last week you made me cum on your cock four times in a row!” Jungkook hissed.
Taehyung paused. “I feel like you do want me to fuck you.”
“Well.” Jungkook puffed his cheeks. “Just cause I want to doesn’t mean you should. My ass already feels ruined.”
Taehyung hummed, mouth opening on Jungkook’s shoulder and hands sliding to his thighs.
“Maybe I should eat you out, then.” He breathed out. “As an apology.”
It was an instant reaction, the way Jungkook’s muscles fell loose.
“It-“ He swallowed. “It would be rude of me not to accept an apology, right?”
Taehyung kissed down his chest, all over his exposed stomach. “Right. And you aren’t rude, are you, Kookie?” Bit at his belly button. “You’re my good boy.”
Jungkook’s hips stuttered, hand flying to Taehyung’s hair. “Tae, please.”
“Mhm, turn over.”
They barely managed to make it to the shower by the time Taehyung’s parents came back and Jungkook wouldn’t stop blushing even after Taehyung had told his twenty times over that no one could smell anything on either of them.
“Can you not smile at people with the same lips that have just been on my ass?” He whisper-whined and Taehyung gave him a look.
“Where would you like me to get new ones?”
Jungkook just blushed crimson and ducked his head lower.
He smiled a lot, too, completely at ease, and Taehyung was immensely pleased that Jungkook seemed so comfortable with his parents. He kept sneaking into the kitchen with Taehyung’s dad to steal spicy tteokbokki and in the evenings Taehyung caught him cooking with his mother and giving her book recommendations because she apparently loved romance books? Taehyung felt so happy he feared his heart might burst.
It was later in the night, when Jungkook was all soft and sleepy, curled into Taehyung and warm, smelling like heaven, that Taehyung decided to bring it up. He knew his parents could be a lot.
Jungkook only smiled, rubbed his cheek on Taehyung’s neck. “Your mum said it’s a miracle. That we met. Remember?”
“Is that all it takes?” Taehyung pretended to pout. “I should have called you a miracle right after my first rut and we could have skipped all the pining and gone right to smutty books recommendations.”
Jungkook’s head snapped up. “I am not recommending your mother smut!”
Taehyung pulled his head back down. “Shush. I’ll call you that from now on.” He tried to keep his face straight. “My pretty miracle. Such a good miracle.”
Jungkook pinched his side. “You- Agh! And I was not pining!”
Taehyung kissed his temple. “Right.”
“No, I wasn’t.” Jungkook pushed, quiet and petulant and adorable. “I never even thought you’d look at me twice, so that’s different.”
Taehyung’s smile fell off abruptly. “Kookie. You’re literally the only person I’ve been looking at since the moment I met you.” He felt Jungkook stirring and chuckled. “You should have seen me in the RA office, convincing Mrs. Jung that you should room with me.”
Jungkook huffed into his shoulder and Taehyung just knew he was blushing again. “I was so confused. I don’t think I’ve even spoken to people outside of my work for a few weeks then and then this… god-looking guy who is, like, the king of college or something, comes up to me after my classes and starts telling me I should move into his Louvre of a room.”
Taehyung entire body shook with laughter and he quickly clasped a hand over his mouth not to wake his parents up. Jungkook pushed up to look at him, eyes beautiful and bright, and Taehyung moved some dark curls out of face. They’ve gotten long again.
“I was confused too. I just came back after holidays and Mrs. Jung suddenly knocks on my door with that dream of a boy hiding behind her, all shy and gorgeous and-“
“Tae!”
“What? You can call me a god but I can’t call you gorgeous?”
Jungkook promptly hid into his shoulder. “No!” Then he blinked up and rested his fingers on Taehyung’s lips, featherlight. Something so warm and beautiful filled his gaze. “Thank you, Tae. Really, for- just existing. I love you so much. And I love my life now. And I even think I might be starting to love myself.”
Taehyung couldn’t help the burning of his eyes and he pulled Jungkook’s hand away, kissed his palm.
“Good.” He said, hoarse, maybe a little too serious. “You should adore yourself.” And he chuckled wetly. “My good miracle.”
Jungkook groaned. “Oh my god, no.” He smiled. “You actually said that whoever gets to touch me should worship the ground I walk on. After you saved me from Hwan in that club.”
Taehyung dropped his head into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. “Do you memorize all the shit I ever say? Do you keep it written down? Oh my god, you probably do! Is that what your notebook is for?”
Jungkook started hitting his shoulder.
“And- No, actually, so you remember all of that and you still didn’t know I was fucking gone for you?” He tried to catch Jungkook’s hands. “I was ready to propose since you first fell asleep on me!”
Jungkook switched to pinching his stomach. “And yet you didn’t say a word until I overheard you telling Jimin I’m your mate!”
“Well, excuse me, Mr. I’m-taking-my-cactus-and-moving-out! I had a feeling it won’t go over well!”
Jungkook stopped and glared at him before leaning down for an angry kiss.
“I love you.” He grumbled into Taehyung’s mouth.
Taehyung cooed. “You’re such a shy bunny.”
Jungkook melted into him and kissed him deeper, pried Taehyung’s lips open with his own. He tasted good, he always did, warm and sweet and a little like mint toothpaste now.
Taehyung reached up to cup his cheek and stroked his jaw, let Jungkook kiss him for as long as he wanted. Which was always a long time. And Taehyung was so not complaining.
Suddenly Jungkook giggled, mouth sliding clumsily over Taehyung’s.
Taehyung smiled too, curled Jungkook’s locks onto his finger. “What?”
“It-“ Jungkook laughed, happy and quiet. “I don’t know, you were just so magical. You are magical, still, of course, just-“
Taehyung’s chest swelled with warmth.
But there was something bitter-sweet tugging at his stomach, too, ‘cause he had an idea where this was going.
“I just-“ Jungkook leaned their foreheads together, eyes fluttering closed. “You seemed so… unreal to me. You still do. But especially back then, Tae, it was insane.” He took a stuttering breath and Taehyung wrapped an arm around his waist, just to hold him somehow.
“I was alone for- years, and then suddenly you appear out of fucking nowhere and you’re so beautiful and gentle and strong and you want to eat dinners together and watch movies and get mad when people pick on me, like that’s not completely normal?” Jungkook shook his head with a flustered smile. “When we watched those movies at first I was so nervous, Tae, I can’t even tell you. And you’re so- I don’t know, I couldn’t even believe people like you exist. And then I found out there are five more? And I’m friends with them now? And they don’t care that I’m a beta? And like me? Like, for who I am? As a person?”
“Six.” Taehyung rasped, soothed away the frown from Jungkook’s brows, booped his nose. “Six people like me.”
Jungkook tugged at his lip piercing, the habit so painfully familiar to Taehyung. He looked at Taehyung for a long moment and then leaned down, face hidden in the crook of his neck.
“See, I almost believe that.” He whispered, and Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat. “Just, what you said today…” Jungkook found his hand, laced their fingers together. “I do believe you. When you say things. And I believe that hyungs want to be friends with me. Just cause they like me, not cause you asked them or anything.”
“Jungkook, I never asked any of them to be friends with you.”
“No, I know.” Jungkook huffed. “Now I know, but at first I kept thinking that. I’m just trying to say…” He breathed in slowly, pressed closer into Taehyung.
Taehyung stroked his knuckles, hugged his waist tighter. This was a lot of vulnerability for Jungkook, he knew, and it must have really been hard for him.
“I’m trying to say that you made me see the world as a way brighter and kinder place and-“ Jungkook sniffled. “And I’m so much less scared of it and of people now so- Just, thank you so much, Tae.”
Taehyung groaned, throat tight and eyes burning, and blinked rapidly at the ceiling. “Oh my god, Jungkook, are you trying to make me sob?”
Jungkook giggled, a few hot tears landing on Taehyung’s collarbones. “Yes, is it working?”
Taehyung pulled him up and Jungkook wiped his face clumsily. Taehyung batted his hands away to do it for him, brushed his thumbs carefully over the boy’s heated cheeks.
“You really are a miracle, Kookie, you know?” He asked, serious and quiet, searching Jungkook’s eyes. “And I’m so grateful that- that you exist, that I found you, that you’re letting me love you-“
Jungkook put a hand over his mouth, face scrunching up and eyes screwing shut. “Okay, stop, enough, I-“ His lips wobbled. “Am gonna lose it. Stop talking.”
Taehyung laughed, ignored how wet his own lushes got. He kissed Jungkook’s fingers, his palm and his wrist, cradled it to his chest.
“I’m gonna watch all of your hair turn grey and fall out.” He said and Jungkook’s eyes flew open.
He stared at him and then said flatly. “Wow, aren’t you just such a romantic?”
Taehyung grinned, so wide his cheeks hurt. “We’re gonna get a house-“
“In this economy it’ll probably be a flat.” Jungkook pointed but Taehyung waved him off.
“If you want a house I’ll get you a house. And there’ll be pictures of us traveling the world everywhere. And I want the one with you laughing so hard that spagetti are flying from your nose hung right in the middle of the living room.”
Jungkook smiled. “And we’ll get a dog?”
“Of course. And it will pee everywhere.”
Jungkook’s eyes lit up, bubbly and happy. “And we’ll have a huge TV so we can still watch movies together?”
“Sure. I’ll get you such a big TV it will get stuck in the doorway.”
Jungkook laughed. “A house and a TV? That sounds like a sugar daddy.”
Taehyung hummed. “Maybe you’ll be the sugar daddy. Will publish your books and become super famous and I’ll turn into a trophy husband. Will go everywhere with you to make sure nobody steals you.”
Jungkook snorted, trying to roll his eyes. “Tae, don’t start again.”
“What, I’m so right though. All those people are gonna see you and be like ‘Who’s that gorgeous, fantastic, beautiful, stunning, incredible, irresistible beta over there?’ And I’ll be like ‘That’s my bunny.’”
Jungkook hid into his shoulder, blushing and squeaking, and Taehyung cooed, stroking his hair.
“‘That’s my shy-shy bunny, he cooks me cinnamon buns and makes me playlist.’ They’ll all be so jealous, Kookie.”
Jungkook buried himself into Taehyung’s side and tugged a blanked up over his head.
Taehyung chuckled and climbed under the blanket as well, brushed his nose to Jungkook’s and whispered, “Who are we hiding from, Kookie?”
Jungkook whined, “You.”
“Oh. Good, me will never find us here.”
Jungkook pinched his stomach.
“You know, so far the whole college is jealous of me.” He suddenly smiled, pushing forward to wrap his arms around Taehyung and laid his cheek on his chest, over his heart. “I stole the prettiest, smartest, kindest, funniest alpha in the world.”
Taehyung hugged him back, pressed his nose to Jungkook’s neck. “You didn’t steal anything, though. I’m literally yours.”
Jungkook made a hurt little noise and rubbed his nose on Taehyung’s throat. “Really?”
“Of course.” Taehyung touched his curls, fluffy and soft like silk, thick and long, breathed him in, all the silver and rain and Jungkook, soaked up his warmth and the feeling of his heart beating right against his own and- just- Fuck, it was so overwhelming. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jungkook whispered.
He stayed quiet for some time and Taehyung could feel him slowly tensing up.
He traced his fingers over his shoulder. “What is it, bunny?”
Jungkook hesitated.
“I was just thinking about what you said…that you’re mine, and-“ He sighed softly and pushed up to look at Taehyung, cheeks visibly red even in the darkness. “I want you to call me yours next time you fuck me.” He murmured. “And hold me down more, like today, I liked it so much- Not now!” He almost screamed the second he saw Taehyung stirring and pined him back to the bed. “Don’t you dare make me moan when your parents are sleeping one room away!”
Taehyung couldn’t help laughing, bit his lip to keep it down.
“I assure you, bunny…” He pushed his leg up between Jungkook’s. “…I could make you stay very quiet.”
Jungkook gave him a look. “Tae.”
“Fine.” Taehyung dropped his leg back with a pout. “You’re mean, though.”
Jungkook giggled, laying down. “That’s okay. I’m sure you’ll get back at me for that later. Will make me regret being mean to my alpha, yeah?”
Taehyung closed his eyes. “Jungkook, I fucking swear-“