Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

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Namjoon's POV

I open my eyes slowly, awakened by the sound of dreamy breathing, almost like the singing of something I don't know but wish I could understand. Far beyond the memories of last night, my body feels calm. With my eyes a little more open I see myself among a tangle of hair with a fresh smell, on my body, the sense of a smooth skin against mine awakens along with my memories.

I allow myself to caress the leather refounded with mine with my hand.

As if space were not necessary, we are both perfectly united, made to remain despite everything. I feel his breath on my chest, his lips barely brush my neck, his movements between dreams tickle my feelings, which bloom in the lower part of my abdomen.

I remember, more clearly than ever, all the times he called my name, not just yesterday, when we were both one, but from the first moment. The eroticism of his figure has always called me, and yesterday, I was able to verify that he was destined to be mine. Even if all of this is nothing more than punishment, I've savored every part of him, every little experience and hesitation...I mean, maybe it's punishment for hurting him, maybe it wasn't as satisfying as he thought it would be; but at the same time, I'm selfish in deciding that I shouldn't think about it now, simply because the feeling of our union deserves a clear mind to be able to appreciate without any more regrets that last night, Taehyung and I, were closer than ever.

I begin, without realizing it, to hum some random melody in my mind, and with my hand I caress the head of my love, without stopping, as if trying to find in each of the weekly sounds of my mouth, some secret riddle where I can show him that he is there in every part of my life, and that I love it.

In the end, and without being able to avoid it, his body begins to stretch little by little, losing the appearance of sleep, I lower my head to meet that sleepy look, the eyes being just two blurry decoys of an illusion, which culminates in a perfect, in the smile that springs from him when he realizes that it is me with whom he has woken up.

His brown eyes... so many words and they all fall short to express how much I love seeing him wake up with that glow on his skin, that affirmation.

"Good morning, Joonie." His voice hoarse from him, just like a small whisper within the world of us, millimeters from each other. I bring a hand to his face to remove some of his hair, and I meet his dark gaze before seeing him hide in my chest, he starts whispering, "Don't... don't look at me."

"Why not?" I ask, whispering as well while trying to remove him by the shoulders, he sticks his nails to my abdomen, between my pecs, holding a heavy breath.

"I don't want you to see my face like this..." he whispers to me, I chuckle.

"Tae, I've always seen you like this." I say like it's obvious, he growls a little.

"Yeah, but...you've never seen me after, well, having sex." His words trail off as the sentence ends, I decide to hug him to give him some comfort, completely ignoring the feeling of his naked body pressed against mine.

"Oh yeah...does that bother you? Does it embarrass you?" I ask, he shakes his head "So? It's just that you didn't like it last night? I thought I did well..." I try to imply that I'm joking but Taehyungn doesn't respond, I try to look down as I shake him gently. "Tae? Are you ok-"

His hands on the back of my neck joining his lips stop me from saying anything else. His mouth finds mine in a daring, but shy moment, something very similar to everything I love about the boy who now savors me between smiles. By nature, I hold his waist tightly and join him closer to me, while under the sheets I perceive how he has brought his legs to mine, intertwining them like ribbons. As we part, he rests his forehead against mine.

"I love you, Namjoon." His words make my heart skip a beat, bubbles inside me boil with joy, but he won't let me open my eyes "Let's stay together forever."

A moment of silence, my fingers marking a sway on the edge of his torso.

"For that, we only need one thing:" I answer, and I open my eyes to meet his, I swallow hard not believing what I'm about to say "Taehyung, be my boyfriend."

I try to read Tae's face, his teary eyes, his trembling mouth, his fingers still playing with the short hair at the nape of my neck. All his signs of desire tell me that he is perplexed, I try to move him between a smile, I look away for a moment.

Maybe he doesn't want it and I'm pushing him....

"I, sorry...it's okay if you don't-"

"Yes." The sweet voice makes me return to his eyes.

"What?"

"Yes, Namjoon. Let's be boyfriends."

Oh God...I know I am an atheist but, can I get an Amen?

"A-Are you serious right now? You really mean that?" I can't help but ask, getting out of bed and letting the sheets reveal my torso, Taehyung rolls onto his back on the bed and looks at me with a couple of cheeky giggles.

"Yes, Joonie." His smile freezes me and I can't help but start laughing like crazy, I play with my hair and look at nothing. Frenetic, I start to jump on the bedspread and laugh happily, a scream escapes my mouth and Taehyung sits up "Namjoonie..." his giggly calls don't stop me from getting out of bed and starting to make little erratic movements, but genuine.

"I just can't believe it! You are my boyfriend! We are together! WE ARE TOGETHER!!" I yell for him, as I reach out to grab his hands, he shushes at me without wasting any time.

"Joonie, shut up...you'll wake everyone up." He tries to catch up to me but I get out faster and start pacing around the room "Namjoon... what are you doing?" His laughter doesn't stop me from continuing, I look at him as the energy shoots out of my body.

"It's just, I can't believe it...I want to shout it out to the world, I want to tell them everything...thank you, Tae, thank you, I swear that," I stop walking and climb on the bed again, I gently take him by the waist and sit down. in front of him "I'll do my best, I'll be the best, I...thank you." everything weighs on me and I can't help but let myself fall on his shoulder, tears well up in my eyes, Taehyung hugs me tightly "I love you so much..."

"Stop crying, now, Namjoonie..." he tells me, but I can't help it, I can only break away and fall on top of him, imprisoning him while I cover his face with kisses between laughs and tickle him until we both end up entangled again in bed, and I have him kissing me in a moment that I ask to be everlasting.

This is the happiest day of my life.