Unlasting || Kim Taehyung

31: Home

You finally bring in the last bag and throw it on the ground, Taehyung follows behind with a small box and places it on the floor next to the door.

"I think that's it." You clap your hands together and straighten up.

"Yup, that was the last one. But I do have one question." He steps over to you. "Do you really need that many pairs of shoes?" he jokes, and looks over at the bin he carried up.

"Hey." You point your finger. "Those are my children." He rolls his eyes.

You and Taehyung had slowly been moving more and more of your stuff over to his place, neither of you felt the need to rush, so rather than lugging everything at once, you spread the course out over various days. You also both decided that you'd still have your apartment, but most of your stuff would be at his place.

"Did you grab all the food you need?"

"Yup. I have fully taken over your kitchen, so if I need to survive on leftovers, now I can do so." He smiles and takes both your hands. Originally, there was nothing in the kitchen besides blood packs in the fridge, some basic plating and food that you'd already had stored.

"What now?" You swing both your hands back and forth. He pulls you closer and leans his head down, smiling into a kiss. You grin and bring your hands up to his neck to pull him closer. He gently separates and runs his nose down into the crevice of your neck, breathing in sharply. You can feel the warmth of his breath as he grazes his lips over your pulse, causing you to gasp.

"Are you hungry, Tae?" you smile, and he brings his lips to the spot he was hovering over before running his tongue against it.

"Mph." He continues to suck on the spot, and you bite your lip.

"You can feed," you whisper.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He opens his mouth and you feel the slight sting of his bite, pleasure pulsing throughout your body as you hold on his shoulders for support. He only takes a few gulps before pulling away, licking up any traces of blood left behind.

"So sweet," he purrs into your ear.

"Feel better?"

"Much." He glides upwards and kisses your cheek. You stay in each other's arms for a few moments, but you're interrupted by your stomach growling. "I'm guessing wasn't not the only one who was hungry," he teases.

"Ugh, yeah I should probably throw something together." You step away and walk over to the kitchen. You reach into one of the cabinets and grab a large pot, placing it on the stove.

"Can I help?" Taehyung puts both his hands on the cold granite as he watches you grab ingredients.

"Tae, do you even know how to cook?"

"Well, you can show me." He throws out the cutest smile with the tilt of his head.

"You can't even eat."

"But that doesn't mean I can't make anything," he says, and you shake your head with a sigh. After all, it isn't like you are making some four coarse meal.

"Fine. Can you go grab me some noodles?" He straightens up and dashes over to the cabinet.

Apparently it was a harder task than you thought, the amount of times Taehyung almost knocked things over or caused the food to nearly catch on fire was absurd, of course you found the entire situation hilarious. You had to stop a couple of times to recollect yourself before returning to the stovetop. In the end he ended up mostly watching you off to the side.