𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊. They've been happy. And Jungkook is sure that his life ahead with Taehyung will be happier and happiest. Been married to the younger boy, it's been years of them paying each other loyalty, love, trust and intimacy with every other po...
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Please don't mind the typos and mistakes. I didn't proofread this one :((
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The bed feels vast. The space beside him is cold and empty, lacking of the warmth that exceeded through Taehyung's body beside him, on the other side of the bed. Jungkook is sleepy, his eyes still feel heavy because of sleeping late at night. Headache is still residing on the peak of his body.
Last night was still very much alive in his head, reminding him of the tough events even through his dreams, that might be the reason why jungkook wasn't much of fond of sleeping tonight.
He had woken up around nine in the morning, alone and cold in his bed with no precious body warmth, and fluffy soft tummy to cuddle beside him. He widened his arms to brush it all over the place, in hopes to find his lover but the vacant side eventually caused him to groan and open his eyes in discomfort.
That's how he was met with an empty, tidy room staring back at him with the same cold and empty atmosphere. Thus, he immediately got of his bed--fingers already crossed and mind going berserk. His first instinct was to check the washroom--but to his dismay it was vacant.
He right away sprinted towards the door of his bedroom, heart hoping to catch even a small glimpse of his lover's face. Feet almost like an autopilot mode of Tesla, drag him out of the room, in the living room while his gaze seem equally desperate.
Soon it all vanished and the previous, familiar warmth again resides within his chest as soon as his gaze settled over Taehyung's pretty, soft frame sitting by the dining table with a grilled toast in his hand, near his lips.
He seems unknown or maybe unbothered by his husband's appearance around him, just keeps on munching quietly on the food he probably made by himself. His fingers softly curl around the curve of a cup of milk and brought it closer to his lips. His actions, gestures are so soft and slow--almost unlike his Taehyung who had always been a foody, a desperate soul for food.
He's already moving forward, towards the younger's serene self. Steps hurried but quiet, almost like--he doesn't want to scare off the younger.
Meanwhile, Taehyung is calmly sipping on his tea, toast is already gone in his tummy and he feels full after a long time. Toast didn't consist of much ingredients, just a pair of breads with butter spread over them--yet they tasted really tasty to him.
There's still a sip of milk left in his cup, thus he brings it closer to his lips and takes a steady and slow sip--it was at that moment when he felt a hand that threaded through his hair and softly patted his head. The action immediately caused him to look up at the person and there he caught a sight of his beautiful husband looking down at him with same pretty gaze.
