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Lovely lovely so lovely 💕

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Taehyung loves when it rains throughout the night, the way it quiets down in the morning, the smatterings of droplets from leaves hitting the pavement. He leaves the window cracked at night to listen to the sounds, even though Jungkook hates the cold, the gentle wet-cool air waving the curtains. It’s okay, Taehyung always promises. I’ll keep you warm.

And he does, blankets wrapped tight around Jungkook’s body, Taehyung’s hands sliding over the covers as he keeps checking—Are you tucked in? Are you warm?—until Jungkook giggles and tries to push Taehyung’s hands away, but it’s too late by then, because Taehyung’s already wrapped Jungkook so tight he can’t move.

“I’m trapped,” Jungkook says, just his smiling eyes peeking out from the covers. “You’ve trapped me.”

“I have. You can’t escape.” Taehyung climbs on top of him and kisses Jungkook’s forehead. He’s still listening to the sounds outside, wet tires on pavement as the city comes to life, people going to live their lives, and here he and Jungkook live theirs. Their beautiful, quiet life together. Their forever peace. And while he listens to the rain and streets he’s also listening to Jungkook, his soft voice in the morning, his gentle breathing, his sweet body rustling the covers.

“You’re squishing me,” Jungkook says.

Taehyung dots kisses down Jungkook’s face. Eyebrow, eyebrow. Eyelid, eyelid. Nose. Lips. Soft little kisses.

“I’m squishing you.” Taehyung smooshes Jungkook’s cheeks with one hand, cupping his face, and Jungkook’s lips push into a pout. “I love your lips.”

Jungkook hums, his eyes bow-shaped and smiling, beautiful. “Show me how much.”

They always do this. Taehyung saying, I love this about you, I love that, I love everything, and Jungkook saying, Show me. So Taehyung shows him, this morning just as he does all mornings and all other times of their life. He kisses Jungkook slow and soft. He kisses him whole.

You make me everything I am, he wants to say with it. My happiness. My love. My world. But he’s not good with words, so he pulls the blankets tighter and kisses Jungkook more, until Jungkook squeaks into the kiss and giggles, saying against Taehyung’s lips, “Hyung—” Another laugh. “Hyung, I’m squished. I’m so squished.”

Taehyung laughs too. “I love how you say that. Sqush. My squishy.” He pulls back and boops his fingertip on Jungkook’s nose. His skin is silky-bright in the grey morning, the lingering rainclouds making the light clean and fresh. His tan on the ivory white sheets. His jet-black hair, shining. His pink lips, the way they curve up, half-moon, a peach slice, wet and sweet.

“Your squishy,” Jungkook repeats softly, and then their giggles die down and it’s just Taehyung and Jungkook and the space between their faces, dark eyes seeing deep into each other.

Nothing else.

“Good morning,” Jungkook says after a moment. “Will you release me so I can make us breakfast?”

“Depends. What are you gonna make?”

“What do you want?”

Taehyung pretends to think about it but he always asks Jungkook for the same thing. “Eggs. The way you make them.”

“One sunny side up, one over-easy?”

“Yes.”

“And you heat up the soup and rice?”

“Yes.”

“Good plan. I like it.”

“Race you.” Taehyung hops off Jungkook’s body and runs out of the bedroom, hearing Jungkook scramble to toss the covers off his body, but Taehyung wrapped him up good. He knows all of Jungkook’s angles, his divots, how to secure every inch of him.

He loves these quiet mornings, cool and white, but he also loves the nights, warm, rich. The way they come back together after a long day apart to finally sink into each other again. The I missed you in their kiss, the way every day feels like a reunion after years of being apart, even if it was only a few hours, only a day. Taehyung doesn’t want to say it too often—it feels naked, painfully truthful, like those dreams where you realize you’re naked and feel the frantic embarrassment of being seen—but he knows Jungkook feels it too, not just from the times they’ve said it to each other, but the way their bodies meet. The way Jungkook’s strong fingers dig into his arm, his waist, his pleased hum at the way Taehyung kisses him.

How can something so heady and desperate be so peaceful? The feeling of Jungkook panting against Taehyung’s skin. The feeling of wanting so much, the intense desire, the more, more, please, more. More of you.

Taehyung loves the way Jungkook’s back bows up against his body when Taehyung sinks into him from behind. He loves the way Jungkook shudders and squeezes, so warm and soft, and Taehyung never wants to be anywhere else.

“It’s a crime to keep me from you,” Taehyung murmurs low, lips pushed to the side of Jungkook’s throat. “My everything.”

Jungkook blushes up from his chest to his cheeks, his body hot. “Taehyung,” he says, choked with pleasure and embarrassment. “You’re so—”

“Yeah, I am. I’m gonna move, okay, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

Please. The word rips a growl up Taehyung’s throat. “I love when you say that.”

“Mm. I know. Faster, please.” Jungkook’s expression is soft and smiling, mouth open as he breathes, the rhythm of their bodies pushing his exhales out of him like Taehyung’s stuffing him so full of pleasure and love that there’s no room for anything else in his body. Nothing but Taehyung.

And on top of the mornings and the evenings there’s also the afternoons. So many wonderful moments. Taehyung can’t decide on his favourite. So many moments of always. Of forever. The little dates they go on, the riverside strolls when the weather is nice and the rustic cafes they coop up in when it’s not. The hot summer, the way sweat dips in Jungkook’s collarbones, the way he groans and stretches himself out under the sun and heat. The fall, when Jungkook’s skin glows in the autumn light—my birthday boy, Taehyung gets to say in these times. The winters, when Jungkook’s cheeks and nose go an adorable pink in the cold and Taehyung gets to kiss him silly to warm him up, feeling the way Jungkook’s body shakes with laughter as he does it, saying Hyung, hyung, it tickles.

“The afternoons,” Taehyung murmurs, Jungkook’s hand in his as they look at the flower buds. Some are still brown and dark, but among the greyish branches there are some that stand out stark, bright and whitish pink, opening up first, leading the way for spring to come.

“Hm?” Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s hand. “What are you thinking about?”

Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s hand back, warm and solid in his. “I’m thinking about my favourite moments with you.”

Jungkook blinks, those pretty doe eyes, that soft little mouth, and then he smiles. “I like this moment.”

Taehyung smiles. “This is just a normal moment.”

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook moves his hands to hold Taehyung by the elbow and leans his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. “It’s such a nice moment.”

It is. Taehyung kisses the top of Jungkook’s head, flyaways from his lightly styled hair tickling his cheek. What a treasure, to be with Jungkook, always. To have him here. To live this moment, the flowers budding, the snow melting, the world moving.

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