SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

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Taehyung's sleep filled eyes began to flutter open just as a light touching breeze danced across them. The room was bright and filled with a fresh morning scent.

Taehyung smiled when he saw that his curtains had been opened and his blinds rolled up half way, all three windows had been cracked open just a little to entice some cool air inside.

The contrast between the feel of the soft-as-silk cotton sheets and the delicate whisper of the wind had him stretching out in a state of utter bliss.

This was the life.

New York had been suffering from a building late summer heat wave this past week. It had started off as simply warm t-shirt weather, but had fast turned into the baking heat he'd once known from his days back in his hometown.

Taehyung had revelled in it.

Three years of perpetual rain had him basking in the city's sunrays. He couldn't get enough of being outdoors, much to Jungkook's amusement.

Oh Jungkook...

Taehyung flickered his eyes upwards knowingly to check his nightstand, and there it was, his steaming hot cup of vanilla flavoured coffee, in his mug.

Just like every other morning, always waiting for him.

Taehyung turned his head sideways to check the opposite pillow and again, he was faced with the secondary part of what had become their morning routine these last seven days.

The box was plain black today, no Tiffany turquoise in sight. It was also bigger than the others had been. This was no ring box.

Jungkook had done this for him every morning.

The curtains were always drawn, the windows were always open, his coffee was always waiting for him and a new charm was always eagerly awaiting its introduction to his bracelet.

The strange thing about their morning ritual was how in sync his body seemed to be with Jungkook's presence.

At first it had puzzled Taehyung the way he would wake up to find the coffee still fresh and piping hot, the second day it happened he was convinced it was merely a fluke.

Day four however, he sensed him.

Taehyung had not heard Jungkook enter, or open the windows. He had not seen him approaching his bed. He had not smelled the aroma of his coffee as it was silently situated onto his side table. He had not felt the touch of his fingers running through his hair or the kiss he placed upon his temple.

Taehyung had not heard the shuffle of the pillow as Jungkook placed his new box down besides his sleeping form.

And he had certainly not heard his whisper, 'Good morning, Taehyung'.

No, he had not experienced any of those things. But he knew — he knew that Jungkook was there, doing all of them. And his unconscious mind would ready itself to awaken just as he left through the door.

Taehyung sat up slowly, letting out a happy sigh of complete contentment. he had never felt so at peace with the world. This past week had been nothing short of incredible, Jungkook had made it so.

Taehyung reached out for his coffee and began to take small sips, smiling stupidly into the mug as the Vanilla vapour assaulted his senses. Jungkook even managed to get his coffee absolutely perfect every morning, black with half a sugar.

Taehyung set the cup back down as the liquid sloshed around the halfway point and instead of reaching for the new box straight away, he bent over the side of his bed and hauled up his New York photo album.