Days passed as the petals blended with the mud. Spring leaving the city slowly and the summer wind ruffles the leaves and plants. The warm sunny morning made Taehyung squirm a little, still not ready to wake up. Rubbing his eyes and shifting to the other side, his hands searched for a cold hard surface. His favorite pillow.
Taehyung hates the mornings when Jeongguk is not on his side. He hates the empty bed and the vacant space of Jeongguk on his side. Moving the blanket away from him, he stood up. The half-dazed state is making him struggle to register what's around him and walk toward his boyfriend. Even if 221 is his first home, without Jeongguk it's just cold walls for him now.
The aroma of Jajjangmyeon is already in the air, filling his nostrils and making him smile. Jeongguk is a good cook and Taehyung loves to have breakfast with his lover. He looked in the kitchen and didn't find the officer.
The sink and the stovetop were clean after cooking. He walked, eyes half-closed, and bumped into the dinner table. When he entered the living, smooth and energetic music playing in the background, and Taehyung was relieved. Life changed a lot.
From the day they confessed, Taekook lives in 221, and Jimin and Yoongi were next to them, in house 220. Namjoon, Jin, and Hobi also got home next to them, house No. 222. The friends are happy that they're just a yell away and sometimes crash together at any of the houses.
Back to Taekook, they're nothing less than that domestic couple in the household. Both leave for work in the morning, Jeongguk to Police Agency, Taehyung to teach violin, and then return in the evening, cuddling together and watching their favorite movies and animes. While Jeongguk cooks for them, Taehyung watches his man flexing his muscles and putting on a show for him. Sometimes he even gets hungry not for the food in the pan, but in front of him, walking like a full-course meal.
Their baby steps of sweet and loving comments are now feisty milestones of flirting and sensual tension. Jeongguk was fine with spoiling and taking care of his whiny and sulky baby and Taehyung was doing his best to give attention to his bunny boyfriend. GangBangtan jokes, they're still fools in love, whipped, and WHIPPED.
Another day and Taehyung already hate it because he woke up without Jeongguk at his side. The curtains of the living moved to two sides and the bright light came in, making the silver-haired male flutter his eyes and look down with a whiny pout. He found Jeongguk doing his morning workout.
The younger was shirtless and his muscles are full-on display as he was too lost in the push-ups. Taehyung silently walked towards him. Like always, he laid on top of Jeongguk earning a groan from the younger. Even though doing pushups with Taehyung on him was difficult, Jeongguk never complains.
He lets the elder hug him like a koala, kiss the nape of his neck and draw lines on him. When Taehyung tickles him and licks him, Jeongguk lost his last sanity. He flipped them fast, pulling Taehyung under him, and now the elder was facing him. Jeongguk booped their nose and planted a kiss, continuing with his pushups. Taehyung's legs curled around Jeongguk's waist with a red blush. He kissed Jeongguk whenever the male's face came closer to his.
"You're such a tease, baby..."
Jeongguk breathed out. This was their morning routine. Taehyung is a brat and distracts Jeongguk from doing anything. Oh, and please, let's not talk about the way the elder buttons up Jeongguk's shirts and helps him with the tie. Jeongguk loves to see the smirk on
Taehyung widening whenever the elder thinks that he's winning at what he's doing. Actually, he does win with his extra sensual movements to make Jeongguk weak on his knees. The little pecks continued and Taehyung giggled before answering.
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