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“Call me as soon as you get there!” Taehyung emphasizes again, his eyes wide and finger pointing at Jungkook as if to say ‘ you better listen to your Hyung ’.
“Yes, Taehyungie. I will!”
“I mean it, Jungkook! And please get some rest! And don’t do anything stupid and for the love of God, listen to your Hyungs. I may not be there but they are so don’t give them a hard time!”
“When have I ever?” The raven-haired gasps, placing his hand over his heart in offense.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice behind the gesture, only fondness. “You can be a brat when you want, baby, don’t deny it.”
He chuckles at Jungkook’s raised eyebrow. The younger pretends to think about it for a second but in the end he just ends up grinning from eye to eye, a mischievous underlining look playing right behind the surface. Taehyung bites his tongue, forcing himself to not squish his bread-cheeks between his palms and coo at Jungkook’s attempt at looking seductive when his cuteness overpowers almost every gesture. Taehyung can’t help but find him adorable. That’s his baby right there.
His baby that’s leaving today.
He sighs before he can stop himself at the thought. Jungkook’s expression softens and he takes a step closer, taking Taehyung’s both hands in his own. His thumb brushes softly over his knuckles.
“We’ll see each other again soon.” He says, his eyes closely searching Taehyung’s face.
The older sighs again. “I know. I just-“ He bites down on his bottom lip before continuing in an almost whisper, “I don’t like being apart from you. And it’s not like I can take the cab and see you in ten when I miss you, no, because you’ll be halfway around the world away from me.”
“I’m always a phone call away, though! No matter the time, and I mean it, I don’t care if it’s 7 in the morning or 3 in the afternoon, just call me. I’ll pick it up in seconds!” Jungkook’s tone is serious, reinforcing his words. He wants Taehyung to know that even distance can’t keep them apart.
“Still,” Taehyung pouts, tugging him even closer so that Jungkook’s arms enclose his waist while his go around the younger’s neck. “you won’t be next to me. I won’t be able to kiss you in the middle of the night or hug you when I feel like it or even tell you good morning face to face. It’ll be hell .”
Jungkook smiles sadly, his eyes betraying the strong front he’s trying to put on. Taehyung knows Jungkook is also anxious. They’re not used to being apart. Not for this long. And he also knows that what they both feel is like they’re going back to ground zero. All the times they have been separated through the years are coming back with a vengeance in Taehyung’s memories. Especially how it had made him feel. Alone and depressed, reaching out for the only person that could offer him comfort but not finding him at his side because he wasn’t allowed to be . He doesn’t want to relive those moments again.
“I know, Hyung… I feel it too. How wrong this is. Trust me, I’ll probably spend every minute of the day worrying about you.” Jungkook says, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of jet black hair from Taehyung’s forehead. “Eat your food, baby. I know you have this habit of skipping meals and I can deal with it when I’m there with you to make sure you do eat something, but I have to know that you’ll look after yourself too. I’ll give you kisses if you eat properly. Deal?”
Taehyung giggles, determined to get through these rough days and reunite quickly with his boyfriend. “Deal!”
“Jungkook, come on!” Jin shouts from the doorway, bag in one hand and his phone tightly pressed to his ear. “The driver’s waiting. Jimin’s already in the car so please hurry up!”
“I’m coming, Hyung! Sorry, I was just saying goodbye to Taetae.”
Jin sighs, “I know it’s hard but it’s just for a few days, Kook. You’ll see each other in no time, now please for God’s sake get a move on before we miss the plane!”
Both Taehyung and Jungkook laugh at his exasperated expression before it quickly dies in their throat when Jungkook picks up his own bag at his feet. He throws it over his shoulder and turns back to face his boyfriend.
Even before he has the chance to react himself, Taehyung grabs his face in his hands and pulls him closer, slotting their mouths together in a kiss that already feels filled with longing.
Fuck, he’s gonna miss this so much.
He presses his lips deeper into Taehyung’s and gives him three more pecks one after the other, leaving him dizzy and chuckling because Jungkook knows the alternative was to kiss him properly, licking into his mouth and tasting him just like he wanted, and it would’ve felt too much like a goodbye. He couldn’t have possibly left afterward, probably would’ve picked Taehyung up and threw him on that bed for him to worship under the covers all night.
Taehyung tries to ignore the way Jungkook’s lips taste like saltwater when they part, tries to ignore that it’s because his own tears rolled down his face and reached the point where they connected like a seal of sadness. He also tries to ignore the way Jungkook’s own eyes glisten tellingly, mirroring his. So he just gives Jungkook the brightest smile he could muster while feeling so down and turns his back to him so he won’t be forced to watch him go out that door.
And Jungkook understands because he takes a deep breath and before he could say fuck it I’m staying , he turns on his heels and joins Jin. He stops in the doorway though and pointedly ignores the sounds of soft crying coming from Taehyung and how his own heart breaks in his chest knowing he can’t make it better for him, and says, “I love you, Taehyungie hyungie hyung.”
And he knows it’s not a goodbye. It’s a see you later .
*
On the way to the airport, he shoves his earpods in his ears and stares out the window at the passing scenery. The tall buildings towering over them, the pedestrians hurrying along the crosswalk, going about their day, the rolling cars on the driveway, and his mind travels to that place filled with his most treasured memories.
Los Angeles has been good to them this time around. He remembers the euphoria of being reunited with their fans, the exhilaration of being back on stage, the sheer happiness coursing through his veins when holding tightly onto Taehyung’s hand at Harry’s concert. He could never forget the amalgam of emotions he experienced during their stay.
And now he was going back. Back to Korea.
And he wonders what awaits them there. What’s next on their journey?
He can’t wait to find out.
But he’s also a little sad. Sad that he’s leaving this behind, these moments that he can’t relive again but that will forever be etched into his memory for him to revisit anytime nostalgia hits a little too hard.
But not all of him is leaving today, no. Part of him stays here for the time being and will be returned to him only when Taehyung will be back in his arms where he belongs.
Jungkook sighs, shutting his eyes and leaning back on the headrest.
Goodbye L.A.
*
Tahyung paces around his room, checking the watch around his wrist every five minutes, waiting with his breath held for the call he’s anticipated from the moment Jungkook stepped foot out of this same hotel room. He’s jittery, not knowing if the plane landed yet, if they’re back on stable ground, or if they’re held back by security or paparazzi from hurrying home. He brings his hand to his mouth and gnaws on his nails, a habit that he swore he’d break, and he did, but it always returns when he’s most stressed and he hates it with a passion.
When the phone does ring ten minutes later, he actually jumps a little on his feet, startled, before sprinting to pick it from his desk and pressing it as close to his ear as it could be. “Hello?!” He almost screams in excitement.
The heartfelt chuckle that follows manages to both make him want to weep and mends his broken heart at the same time. He grips the phone with both hands and sits down on the bed before he actually falls down. “Hey, baby. Are you okay?”
“If I’m okay?!” He asks incredulously. “How was the flight? Are you tired? Did you eat anything? How are Jimin and Jin? Are you still at the airport?” He spits everything out in a rush, only stopping to breathe when he got it all out.
“Wow, slow down, tiger. Which of those questions do you want me to answer first?” Jungkook laughs and Taehyung can hear some more shuffling from the other end. “Sorry for the noise, we’re doing the passport control right now. I just couldn’t wait anymore. Needed to hear your voice.”
Taehyung melts right then and there. He falls on his back on the bed, still clutching the phone closely, and he feels like a teenage girl talking to her first boyfriend at night in her room hoping her parents won’t catch her. He’s not far from squealing either. “That eager to talk to me?” He teases.
“Always.”
“Aish, Jungkook, you know I have a weak heart, don’t do this to me.”
“You’d rather I talked dirty to you instead? Sorry baby, but I’m in a public place.”
Taehyung gasps at his audacity and he would’ve retaliated, really , but his cheeks are burning too much right now and his head’s a mess, thoughts filled with memories of the previous night. Damn him, he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Not funny,” he ends up muttering instead.
The younger giggles, the endearing sound reaching through the phone and settling on Taehyung’s chest, making him smile. A genuine one. “As for your question. We’re all okay. Just a little tired. Can’t wait to crash on our bed and sleep for like the next two weeks of quarantine.”
“Take care, baby, okay? Get some rest.”
“I will, Tae!” Another voice is heard through the speaker, something along the lines of ‘ please… your… passport ’. “ Fuck , I gotta go, love, I’ll call you as soon as I get home, I promise!”
“Don’t worry about it. Call when you can, Jungkookie. Say hi to Jimin and Jin for me, please!”
“Will do. Love you!”
“Love you too!” Taehyung says before ending the call and letting his phone fall on his chest. He spends the next minutes staring at the ceiling, blinking slowly, his mind scattered in different directions and his heart on the other side of the word, kilometers away from him, and tries to think of something other than their reunion. He fails completely.
He sighs loudly and rolls onto his stomach, burying his head in what used to be Jungkook’s pillow and inhaling deeply in hopes of finding traces of his distinctive scent left behind.
He finds none and falls asleep fighting to banish the tears stinging at his eyes.
*
“Your boyfriend’s not eating!”
“I think I got it wrong, can you repeat that?”
It’s been three days since Jungkook returned to South Korea and Taehyung stayed behind in L.A. They talk daily on the phone, sometimes even for hours when Taehyung’s schedule allows. Other times, Jungkook’s trying not to climb the walls in boredom. Being stuck in quarantine is no fun. He can’t even go see his Hyungs since they’re required to isolate in different places so he’s all alone and missing his boyfriend like hell.
Add worrying about him now on the list of things he can do and on top of that he’ll slowly but surely go insane.
“I’m serious, Kook-ah. You know how he is. He says he doesn’t feel like eating so he goes without food for the whole day if I’m not there to force something into him.” Yoongi explains and with his every word, Jungkook’s stomach is tightening more unpleasantly with concern. “Plus he won’t even leave his room. Just locks himself in doing God knows what. Hobi and I tried dragging him to a museum and he actually said no, can you believe that?”
Jungkook can’t. Museums are Taehyung’s favorite past-time activity. He just doesn’t refuse to visit one.
“But- Wait, he told me he’s okay, he’s working out in the day and having dinner with you guys,” Jungkook tries to convince himself that Taehyung didn’t lie but the more he thinks, he realizes that he should have paid more attention to Taehyung’s voice and its inflections during their conversations. It’s clear he’s missed something.
“I can assure you that he doesn’t,” Yoongi mutters slowly, sighing. “We’re worried about him. I just thought you should know. I think-“ he pauses, unsure if he should continue. “I think he’s not coping well being away from you.”
And Jungkook realizes how stupid he’s been. Of course Taehyung wasn’t coping well. He’s always been sensitive, more prone to emotional outbursts and Jungkook knows he hates to feel alone. Being separated from Jungkook after such a long time must’ve felt like a shock to the system for him. Jungkook curses himself for not noticing somehow. He should’ve known, should’ve done something sooner. Stupid stupid stupid.
He hates knowing that Taehyung is suffering. He’d take the first plane back to L.A. if he could only to gather him in his arms and assure him that no one’s trying to break them apart, that no one ever could.
“I’ll talk to him, Hyung,” he gulps, his voice small and squeaky from the knot that’s settled heavily in his throat. “Thank you for telling me. Do you think he’s still awake? It’s late there.”
“I don’t know, Jungkookie. It’s worth a try, I guess.” He doesn’t have to see Yoongi to know he’s shrugging right now and he thanks his lucky stars that his Hyung’s so perceptive and picked up on Taehyung’s emotional state.
As soon as he ends the call, he makes another one. To Taehyung this time. He needs to hear his boyfriend’s voice if only to ease the worry gnawing at his insides. He didn’t have to wait long because Taehyung picked up the call on the third ring.
“Hey, love,” Jungkook starts carefully. “Did I wake you up, beautiful?”
“No, Kookie, not at all, I wasn’t sleeping.” And now that he’s listening for it, Jungkook notices immediately the wrongness in Taehyung’s voice. It sounds small and scared, vulnerable, and Jungkook curses at how stupid he was not to hear it earlier.
“Have you eaten anything today?”
“Yeah, I did,” Jungkook’s ears pick up on the guilt that’s written plain as day in the tone of his voice. “I’m full and well-rested.” The strain in the chuckle that follows stabs at the younger’s heart.
“Why are you lying to me?” He decides to be direct, doesn’t want to rely only on Taehyung reading between the lines. He has to understand what he’s about to tell him and hear it clearly. The dead silence on the other side of the phone is proof enough that Yoongi was right and Taehyung is not alright.
“Are you mad?” Taehyung’s voice is so small and whispery that Jungkook shuts his eyes tightly against the emotions bubbling inside of him at hearing it.
“No, oh my God, baby, no. I’m not mad. I’m just- worried. I’m just so fucking worried. I thought you were taking care of yourself, love. You promised.” Taehyung remains silent. “Tell me what’s wrong?” He says it like a question, wanting Taehyung to know that he’ll never force him to talk when he’s not ready, that he’s not demanding an answer, that he’s definitely not trying to accuse him of anything. “Please.”
“I just-“ The older’s voice cracks. “I miss you so much.” And the sob that follows is enough to break Jungkook’s heart into little pieces that stab one by one at every part of his being like the sharpest knife. “I want t-to h-h-hug you so bad.” He cries and Jungkook clutches at the phone in his hands like he’d clutch at Taehyung’s body if he were next to him.
“Angel, I’m right here. Listen to my voice, beautiful. My love, my Taehyungie hyungie hyung, my baby bear-“ Jungkook can’t help the onslaught of pet names that follow because words are the only way he can use to comfort Taehyung right now. “I miss you too, love, you have no idea.”
And it’s so true because the past three days have been literal torture for Jungkook. Completely isolated from everyone, constantly longing for Taehyung with every cell in his body, dreaming about gathering him in his arms again, kissing those pink lips that appear every night in his dreams without fail, trying not to let the sadness win because he knows if he fell into it he’d be gone, it would kill him. So he’s trying to stay optimistic.
Telling himself every night to hold on just a little bit more. Just a couple of days.
Just two more days now.
Taehyung starts sobbing harder at his admission. “I feel like I’m reliving 2017 and 2018 all over again. Like the world is against us all over again. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. Like I can’t be with you because I’m not allowed to . Because isn’t this what this was about? They didn’t want us going back together because of the last airport fiasco. They’re s-so s-scared of public displays of affection when it-t c-comes to us.”
“I swear to you, Tae, no one is gonna make us go through that again. I won’t let them, okay? Trust me. Taehyung, you have to trust me. You have to trust the boy that loves you with everything that he has and he is. You got that?”
Taehyung sniffles, “I love you so much, Kook. Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in all the love that I have for you. I’m sorry for breaking my promise. I tried to eat, I just couldn’t-“
“Hey, no. No need to apologize. I know. It’s alright. All I do is sit around and wait for you to come home as well, so I understand. But please, when you don’t feel like eating, just pretend that I’m there with you, pestering you about how important it is to do it, teasing you and making kissy faces at you to make you laugh when you’re chewing only so that you have to swallow and then eat more. Pretend I’m giving you a kiss after every meal and I promise I’ll do it in person when you return to me!” Jungkook hears Taehyung giggle and the corners of his mouth lift unconsciously at the beautiful sound.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
“I can’t shake your pinky right now,” Taehyung pouts and Jungkook can imagine how tempting his lips look as if he were seeing it in person.
“Shake your own pinky and imagine it’s mine.”
“But that doesn’t count.” The younger laughs at the little frown he swears he can hear in his boyfriend’s voice.
“It does if you want it to.”
Jungkook can bet on anything that Taehyung is rolling his eyes right now. Mission accomplished. He’s not crying anymore.
“Two more days,” he adds after a bit of silence.
“Two more days,” Taehyung repeats and it sounds like a promise sent into the ether with the utmost certainty that it will be fulfilled.
*
Wednesday, 8th of December 2021
From Taetae hyungie <3:
00:30
I just want to be where you are.
01:43
Without you I feel lost at sea…
07:47
You said that you’d follow me anywhere, but you’re not here now:(
09:58
Fuck, I’m going off without you- I’m so restless…
14:32
I ate now. I hope you’re proud of me!
16:25
It’s not the same without you :(
21:49
I wish you were here… We’d be drinking wine right now, talking about the most random of things, you’d pout at something I said and my heart would melt right in my chest. I miss your bunny smile and big doe eyes that haunt my dreams every night…
23:39
I’m gonna tear this city down without you
Thursday, 9th of December 2021
01:18
I’m going Bonnie and Clyde without you…
01:19
Hope you get that reference cause then it would just be embarrassing…
03:15
I miss you :(
*
24 hours.
That’s all Taehyung had to survive to be back at Jungkook’s side. Despite feeling miserable most of the time, he had learned to ignore (or as close to ignore as possible) the little sting in his heart every time he thought of home and actually got some rest while complying with his Hyung’s request and eating dinner with them every night since his talk with Jungkook.
He isn’t one hundred percent himself, he can’t be, not so far away from his other half, but he is managing. The thought of seeing Jungkook again, of how the passing of time was bringing him closer to that highly anticipated moment, was about enough to keep him from sinking into bitter, darker spaces.
The time they’ve been apart offered Taehyung a different perspective on things. He wondered a lot about long-distance relationships and how couples could actually do it. For him, it was something unimaginable. He and Jungkook apart for more than a few days? Hell would freeze over before that happened while he had a say in it. But those couples weren’t forced to do it, well, maybe by circumstances, but most of them still had a choice and they chose to be apart. Some say it’s because they loved each other enough for distance to not matter, but if you love someone with your entire being, everything that you are craves for them to be near you, every molecule and atom in you reaches out to them and cries out for contact.
Taehyung’s incomplete when Jungkook’s not there to complete him.
He sighs, twirling the fork absentmindedly in his noodles. “Those are not going to eat themselves,” Hobi says from beside him, making him jump a little in his seat.
“Huh?”
Hobi rolls his eyes. “Nevermind. You spaced out again.”
Taehyung grimaces. “Sorry, Hyung, I’m just not myself right now…”
“You’ll see him tomorrow, Tae. He’s gonna be right there, waiting for you. Try not to suffocate him when you two hug, that would be tragic,” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood.
Taehyung chuckles faintly. “Good advice. I will smother him with kisses instead.”
Hobi only shakes his head at him, “24 hours, Tae, sit tight. They’ll be over before you know it.”
Yeah… 24 hours.
*
The car ride from the airport to Jungkook’s apartment felt never-ending, interminable. By the time he reaches the front door, Taehyung is jittery, sweat is beading down his forehead and his hands are so damp where they are holding onto the handle of his wheel case. He feels nervous, anxious and excited all at the same time.
He is afraid he’ll faint at any moment, so lightheaded and short of breath from almost tripping over his own feet in his haste of reaching Jungkook sooner. Taehyung thanks his lucky star that the managers allowed them to quarantine together despite the difference in arrival back to Seoul. They must’ve had to pull some strings to make ends meet but they came through. That leaves Taehyung a blushing, exhilarated mess waiting for Jungkook to open the door for him.
He needn’t have worried because he doesn’t even get to press the ring bell before the door is thrown open with such force that it squeaks and creaks on its hinges, revealing a wide-eyed, breathless Jungkook holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand for dear life while staring transfixed back at Taehyung and his disheveled state in his doorframe.
For a moment it’s dead silence. No one even dares to breathe for fear of breaking the spell they found themselves under. And then there comes the flurry of movement. Taehyung’s hand flying to cover his mouth, knowing he was about to release the biggest scream of joy, the wheel case dropping to the ground with a thud , Jungkook letting go of the bouquet to catch the boy diving straight into his arms and their crashing bodies when they collide, grabbing at each other for dear life with such strength and intensity that it knocks the air right out of their lungs. They collide in an amalgam of emotions and limbs, tears and unspoken words, touches, and aching hearts.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” Jungkook mumbles, his face pressed tightly into the skin of Taehyung’s neck, inhaling the familiar strawberry perfume coupled with Taehyung’s distinctive scent and he feels healed. Taehyung struggles not to crush the poor boy in his arms with the force of his hug, arms wrapped tightly around his neck like the most precious necklace, legs thrown over his hips and tied around his backbone, literally clinging onto him, onto his life force, taking into the only medicine he needed to feel better.
He presses wet kiss after wet kiss on his collarbone, neck, cheek, wriggling his body to come even closer, to press even harder against him, as if they could just become one. “ I missed you I missed you I missed you.” He gets out through his tears and- what? when did he start crying? but he somehow did because they’re streaming down his face and wetting Jungkook’s white button-up but the younger doesn’t seem to care when he squeezes him even tighter in his arms, the door banging closed behind them after he kicks it with his foot.
And then they’re alone behind closed doors.
Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to cup Jungkook’s bread cheeks in his hands and smash their lips like he was starving for a taste. And he did. Because the kiss is nothing but hungry, rough, and desperate, all the pent-up feelings of longing and desire coming back suddenly and crashing into them full force and driving such a frenzied need into them that Taehyung feels two steps away from combusting. He licks into Jungkook’s mouth, prying his mouth open and his boyfriend wraps both arms around his waist, carrying him to the couch without detaching even a millimeter from his lips.
Jungkook sits them down and Taehyung immediately straddles the younger, hands slotting into his raven locks and tugging with a ferocity driven by literal desperation. Jungkook doesn’t mind it with the way he’s grasping equally as bruising onto Taehyung’s hips. His palms wander up and down the older’s thighs, touching and feeling him up with the same need as their lips still show, moving against each other wetly and messily.
“ Fuck, beautiful, I missed you so much.” Jungkook manages to say in between open-mouthed kisses and Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip, needing to catch his breath but not willing to part from him too much. “You’re driving me insane, angel, you, your touch, your lips,” he accentuates every breathy whisper with another round of groping at Taehyung’s flesh and the older’s pushing back into his touch, silently begging for more.
“I need to feel you,” he shamelessly begs. “Jungkook, right now. I need to feel you right now. It’s been so hard without you,” Taehyung admits, nibbling on Jungkook’s pierced ear, the gasp he lets out like music in the air.
“Yeah?” Jungkook’s hands explore their path all the way up to Taehyung’s ass which he grabs with both palms and kneads in his fists, drawing a moan out of Taehyung’s cherry lips. “Have you been hard too?”
“Nghh…” The older whimpers when Jungkook snakes one hand down his black pants to grope the flesh of his ass without anything standing in the way. The way he grabs his butt cheek possessively makes Taehyung gulp, sweating profusely from the pleasure he’s been denied the past weeks and he’s certain he won’t last long. He’s too strung up for that. “Y-yes,” he tries to answer as eloquently as possible, but his mind is clouded in lust and his cock is pressing insistently and demandingly against his zipper, distracting his focus. “Every night I thought of you. Your pretty face, your skillful hands making me feel good, a-aah-“ The lewd sound he makes is a result of Jungkook’s finger brushing over his rim, pressing hotly against it, but not to penetrate, only to feel, to tease.
“What else did you think about?” Jungkook demands, but when Taehyung doesn’t respond, too lost in feeling complete again, the younger withdraws his hand from his pants, bringing it instead to his own crotch, palming himself while unabashedly staring at Taehyung’s face. Taehyung’s gaze can’t help but to drop down to where Jungkook is feeling himself, right between their bodies and he feels himself leaking some more precum into his underwear. Jungkook notices his expression, where his eyes are at, and he squeezes his dick through his pants if only to tease Taehyung further. “Do you want to touch?” When Taehyung nods eagerly, “Not before you answer my question.”
Taehyung barely stops himself from whining petulantly, and instead grips on the hair at the back of Jungkook’s neck, adjusting his position on the younger’s lap so that their cocks align perfectly, hardness on top of hardness and they both hiss at the sensation, dying to just touch but still driving each other crazy with want beforehand. “I thought of you,” he whispers right into his ear, “and me. In the shower. Under the warm water. You were gripping my hips hard, hard enough to leave bruises, while driving your dick in me. I was pressed against the wall, my face smashed right against it and just taking it like a good little boy for you.” Taehyung feels Jungkook give a full body shiver.
“What else?” Jungkook’s voice is rough, low, something out of a porn film.
“Thought of you holding my chin with your fingers while fucking my mouth slowly with your cock, just letting me taste it while you're just staring down at me on my knees for you. And they ache because of how hard I pressed them onto the floor but I’m not willing to get up, not before I feel you cum all over my face, in my mouth, like you’re branding me as yours, like you’re ruining me for anyone else.”
“That’s because there will never be anyone else,” Jungkook growls, taking Taehyung’s face in his palms. “You know that, right? No one else is going to put their hands on you.”
Taehyung smiles, placing his own hands over Jungkook’s. “I wouldn’t want them to, I wouldn’t let them. I just want you. Only you, Jungkookie. My shining star.” And when Taehyung rolls down his hips, brushing over Jungkook’s hard erection in the process, it’s like a dam being broken because Jungkook sneaks a hand between their bodies and drags both their zippers down, freeing their throbbing length from the cage of their clothing. Taehyung gasps at the unexpected movement, moaning right into Jungkook’s mouth when the younger claims his lips again while sinking a hand in Taehyung’s damp boxers and enclosing his leaking dick into his fist.
Jungkook starts pumping his cock swiftly, stroking it from base to tip, feeling it leak steadily onto his fingers. Taehyung draws out a high-pitched moan, his body slumping forward from the pleasure of his lover’s hand back on his flesh. His overheated skin feels like it’s burning with every jerk of Jungkook’s wrist on his erection and he wonders if this is what floating on cloud nine feels like. Only a hand job and Jungkook’s got him reduced to this wild state. It’s mind-blowing what love does to a person.
Because he knows sex wouldn’t feel like this if he didn't love Jungkook.
But he does. And oh, how much…
When he feels already close to the edge, he fumbles with Jungkook’s pants and boxers, lowering them over his hips with the younger’s help and finally he wraps his hands around his boyfriend’s dripping cock. His arousal spikes to dangerous levels once his fist starts moving up and down his dick, feeling the flesh throb and leak at his ministrations and he fights back a moan at the way Jungkook’s mouth parts open in pleasure and his pupils dilate with lust. “Missed your cock, in my hand, in my mouth, in me .” He bluntly admits and he watches in satisfaction how Jungkook chokes a little, caught by surprise, a red blush appearing on his already heated skin.
“Fuck, Tae, your dirty fucking mouth . Can’t wait to stuff it full one of these days.” He says but swears when Taehyung’s thumb brushes the vein under his tip, bringing him closer and closer to release.
“Oh, bring it on, baby,” Taehyung challenges, and Jungkook’s eyes darken impossibly when he wraps a hand around both of their cocks, jerking them together in tandem. The older arches his back prettily, head thrown back in bliss, Jungkook’s fist encompassing both of their lengths completely. The feeling of experiencing skin-on-skin contact on the most intimate of levels left Taehyung speechless, reducing him to a moaning mess, his whimpers swallowed by Jungkook’s tongue every time they shared a wet kiss.
Jungkook grunts right in his mouth and the hand that’s not working them furiously splays over his back possessively, nails scratching against his sensitive skin, no doubt leaving marks. Taehyung moans harder. “ Fuck, nghh, ah, you’re perfect baby, I missed you so much. You feel so good in my hands, in my arms. Your perfect body, your curves, you were meant to be worshiped, you were made to be mine .”
“Yours,” Taehyung responds breathily, feeling Jungkook place a wet kiss on his neck.
He joins Jungkook’s hand over their dicks, the squelching sound of precum that makes the ordeal even dirtier only managing to spur him on more, and he wraps his own hand around them, guiding the younger’s to an even faster pace. They grunt and they moan and they fuck into their hands at a quick pace, and they watch their cocks against each other, creating the most beautiful of friction, and then the most inevitable thing happens and they cum, a chorus of pleasurable sounds filling the air while they ride their highs.
Their cum splatters over both their chests, the fluid mixing together and staining their skin in white. Like proof of their love. They’re stained in each other and it’s the most beautiful brand they could wear. They breathe heavily against each other’s lips trying to catch their breaths, enjoying the afterglow of their orgasm and the other’s presence, treasuring the moment after the time spent apart.
“My heart is racing, what are you doing to me, pretty?” Jungkook voices his thought, nuzzling his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, burrowing closer to him like they weren’t close enough already, like he was trying to crawl into his skin to be even closer.
Taehyung giggles, contently playing with a strand of Jungkook’s raven hair and twirling it around his pointer finger. He looks down at the place where their cum is starting to dry and smirks, “Kinda want to taste us together.”
Jungkook grunts. “Oh my, Hyung, you’re insatiable .”
“My love for you is insatiable.” Taehyung counters and Jungkook’s eyes sparkle while looking at him, so smitten and in love and he knows he wants to stare into this boy’s eyes until his last breath.
“I feel like a better man just being in the same room as you, staring at you. I think I’m the insatiable one because I want you all the time, baby. I want you in my bed, listening to music together, I want you in our house, making my days better just by telling me good morning and kissing me on the lips, I want you in my kitchen, singing to me while I make us dinner, I want you in my arms, protecting you from the world around you and I want you forever in my life. You’re the number #1 most handsome owner of my heart.”
And the tears flowing in rivers down Taehyung’s face at Jungkook’s confession were, for the first time in one week, tears of sheer, unadulterated happiness.
*
“Taehyung, fucking eat it!”
“You can’t make me!”
“Watch me shoving it down your throat, baby, don’t test me!”
Taehyung arches an eyebrow, arms crossed defiantly over his chest. “That sounded oddly sexual but sure, whatever you say.”
Jungkook sighs, putting the fork he previously had pointed in the older’s face back on Taehyung’s plate. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Taehyung…” He shakes his head defeated and Taehyung’s eyes soften, his shoulders slumping as well.
“I’m sorry, Jungkookie, I’m not trying to make it hard for you, I’m just- not hungry.” He fiddles with his fingers, eyes cast down in remorse. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow in concern and he reaches out, lifting his chin with one finger so that their eyes meet.
“None of that now. Hyungie, I’m just worried. Yoongi Hyung told me you haven’t been eating properly in L.A and I just wanted to get some food in you. I’m sorry, I guess I can get a little carried away. I don’t want to force you, love. But-“ he scratches at his nape, unsure. “I don’t think this is normal, Tae. You skipping meals and not feeling hungry and-“ He sighs, “what I’m trying to say is that I think we’re dealing with something more serious than you not having an appetite…”
“I know,” Taehyung looks sheepishly down again and Jungkook brings his chair closer to his, wrapping an arm around him and offering him a side-hug. He rubs soothingly at his back while Taehyung tries to open up, “It might be an eating disorder. I’m not sure so I don’t want to label it yet, but-“ he gathers his courage and says, “I think I should get some help with it.”
“I’ll be right here for you, okay? Don’t be scared, baby, no matter what happens you’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it. Every step of the way together.” Jungkook assures him and the older just smiles, placing a hand over Jungkook’s cheek who just nuzzles against it, closing his eyes at the contact. “I just want you to be okay.”
“I know. And I love you for it. We’ll work on this together, alright?” Taehyung raises his pinky and Jungkook’s eyes brighten remembering their conversation of a few days ago.
“Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
They both smile.
And then they swear on it.