Lifetime

Hooky

Despite some significant moments of relaxation during our trip it felt like I had none, post-vacation exhaustion hitting me harder than a bag of bricks when we returned. Taehyung had to practically drag me out of bed for work after the weekend and as soon as I returned in the evening I crashed on the sofa without changing out of my work attire.

With fashion week in Milan and then Paris around the corner work was extra busy. I'd been invited to photograph a show in both cities, planning for Faye's arrival during the first week and traveling to France after. Jungkook was completely immersed in the commissions that grew as the second half of the year approached and the nighttime project he still insisted on keeping a secret. Taehyung split himself between work and taking on personal styling jobs with the start of the fall fashion season.

The hectic few weeks that passed since Sicily made it feel like a distant memory. Taehyung was away, traveling for the sole purpose of shopping and spending the night with a friend on his weekday off. While he packed, Jungkook and I sat on the couch, my legs stretched out so that I was able to tuck my feet under his thigh to keep warm. He leaned closer to the arm of the chair, shifting his eyes to me ever so often as he sketched in a plain black pad.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked, tapping his pencil against the notebook.

I looked up from my phone with a raised brow, my schedule unchanged every Tuesday since I started working. "I'll be working, Kookie. Why?"

"I mean do you have a photoshoot or anything?" He tucked his sketchpad into the crevice of the chair, leaning over so that he was nestled between my legs. I shook my head, putting down my phone to drape an arm over his shoulder to his chest. "Call out." He muttered, words muffled with his head against my chest.

"I can't. I still have a few errands I'll need to run. Margo's dress for the Versace show will be ready for pickup and–" I started.

He cut me off with a kiss, full eyes batting at me with his dispute. "We can make time to pick up the dress and whatever else. I have stuff I'll need to do too, but I want to spend the day with you." He mushed his face into the crook of my neck. "Please, Taehyung gets Paris so I deserve a day."

Margo was flexible with me, especially since I would be sure to fulfill a few tasks throughout the day. I saw Taehyung to his cab, kissing him goodbye before starting my morning by picking up coffee and breakfast to-go. I set the box of pastries and cups on the counter, peeking into the bedroom to see Jungkook unmoved from his position in bed.

I crawled back into bed with him, a tired moan escaping his lips when I scratched gently across his back. "I brought breakfast." I giggled between my words, his lips flitting near my collar and fingertips moving about my waist.

"Not yet," he blinked open those sleepy eyes, tugging me closer to him so that my leg wrapped around him, "if we go out there you'll do something like send emails." He chuckled.

We spent the rest of the morning making out in bed, touching each other through our clothes like teenagers struck by infatuation.

By the time we finished the coffee had cooled too much to drink. I heated two danishes and joined Jungkook at the kitchen island, squealing when he pulled at the seat of the barstool I sat on so that I was close enough for him to continue giving fruit-flavored kisses as we ate.

I did end up sending emails while he washed up and dressed. When we exchanged places he grabbed the grocery list from the refrigerator, jotting down a few more items.

"Where to first?" I inquired, looking over his shoulder.

"Art supplies, pick up after party invitations, Nonna's, groceries, Margo's dress, and then you'll see." He recited our tasks for the entire day.