Falling || Taejin

Chapter 10

Taehyung woke up when he felt butterfly kisses on his naked back. He was facing the wall and the morning grogginess was still heavy but he could clearly feel soft, warm lips move over his skin, kissing his ugly scars so tenderly almost as if they were beauty marks instead of traces of his punishment.

Because he doesn't know...

Taehyung turned around and found his soulmate smiling at him dearly before scooting closer until he was nestled against Taehyung with his thigh between the older's. Taehyung wrapped his arms around Seokjin out of habit and murmured, "Sleep well?" against the latter's forehead.

"Mmm but you have to carry me around, hyung," Seokjin replied in his stuffy morning voice.

"Was I too rough?" Taehyung asked.

"No, but I still want to be pampered," Seokjin admitted in his pouty tone.

"As you wish." Taehyung honestly would not trade this life with anything else. It had almost become a routine to wake up like this, half naked under the sheets after a night of fucking the daylights out of Seokjin because the younger just found different ways to seduce Taehyung each night.

Taehyung still hadn't told Seokjin that the potion bottle was lost under the avalanche. He didn't even return to retrieve because he was initially busy with taking care of Seokjin and then he was distracted by Seokjin. He was sure that Seokjin had an idea about what happened to the potion but hadn't brought it up yet.

The Light one almost didn't mind being wingless, or maybe he was simply too invested with his love to even care about it.

But everytime Seokjin kissed his scars or trailed his fingertips over them, Taehyung felt the gapping absence and the stifling guilt. Everyday, there would always be a moment where Taehyung would be just a few seconds away from breaking down in front of his mate and revealing the truth to him. But it felt too late. It wasn't Taehyung's crime that would tear Seokjin apart, but it's his dishonesty.

"Seokjin-ah, I love you," Taehyung blurted out.

"Your breath smells but I love you too," Seokjin mumbled, sounding as if he was returning to slumber.

"Are you going to sleep? I'll go make some breakf-"

"Don't you dare touch my kitchen because I'll..." Seokjin trailed off as he began to snore softly.

Taehyung giggled at his adorable lover and pressed a kiss on his cheek before going through his morning routine which meant washing up, opening all the tiny fifty windows in the cottage (which excludes the ones in their bedroom), checking all the plants, dusting the furniture and resisting the urge to attempt to make breakfast for Seokjin a second time.

"It's a miracle that you're still alive," Taehyung said to the plant who had gotten a coffee shower from him months ago.

"Because it wasn't coffee, Taehyung."

Taehyung's heart leaped out as he turned around like a freight train. He tried to calm his shaking figure when he saw familiar dragon eyes.

"You should stop scaring me like this," Taehyung said as he placed a hand over his racing heart and walked past Namjoon to water the rest of the plants.

"You don't believe me?"

"Huh?"

"That it wasn't coffee. There wasn't any coffee in that mug," Namjoon repeated as he took a seat and propped his arm on the table, resting his chin on the palm.

"I don't understand," Taehyung said honestly as he put down the watering pot and watched Namjoon skeptically.

"You remember pouring "coffee" in that flower pot, right?"