Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

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Taehyung's POV

I open the study door without a second thought, like some kind of surprise on New Year's Eve. Lately, I've been apart from Namjoon for a while, stuck, both of us in our own studios; I see how time has passed quickly.

In front of me is the figure I love so much, sitting on the chair with his hands in the pockets of his gray hoodie. I shut the door behind me and smile effusively.

"Surprise!" I say, as I raise my hands to show fried chicken take-outs. Namjoon is silent for a moment.

"I knew it was you." I widen my eyes at the comment, until he explains, "You're the only one who never plays."

"And I have the right not to, after all you are my boyfriend, aren't you?" I say, a bit arrogant, as I walk over to put the bags on his desk.

Namjoon gets up and grabs me by the waist.

"Well, my boyfriend," I smile, "did you bring me chicken like a good boy?" His question excites me, and I nod energetically.

"I thought it was for the best, since everything is closed for the new year: the storm is awfully strong." I admit, resting my chin on his shoulder gently.

"I see." Joonie replies, before taking me by surprise and dragging me to the couch, where he forces me to lie down under him laughing, my legs spread for his torso. The laces of his hoodie hit my face, and his amused breath hits my lips before his tongue explores my mouth. I let him be, bringing my hands up to his neck to pull him closer. The air forces us to separate for a moment in which I bring my lips to his ear to speak between whispers.

"I didn't think you'd miss me so much."

"Very much. I thought the promotions for your album and your birthday would never end." I hug him tight and sniff his perfume.

"Yes, the album is going great" I admit, blown up with happiness since everything is going smoothly "But I never thought you would miss me so much to the point that you want to do it in your studio." I say, utterly shameless of my own need to be near me.

A guttural laugh answers me.

"You're naughty, love."

"Only with you." Complete, biting into his earlobe. His breathing hitches.

"Yes, only with me." It's all he says before pulling away to remove his hoodie and start undoing the buttons on my shirt, tickling my sensitive chest.

"The chicken is going to get cold!" I tell him, as if that could make him stop.

"Fuck the chicken, I'm craving you more." He answers me, and in moments I find myself naked from the waist up, with his tongue and mischievous kisses running over me as my hands are busy undoing his pants.

Almost an hour later, I'm sitting between his legs on the floor. Totally naked, and covered only by a sheet that was kept inside, we eat the fried chicken, while we run our fingertips over the nail marks on our backs; until the clock strikes twelve and we find ourselves cuddled up, ready for the night within the four walls that started it all.

"Happy New Year, Joonie." I tell him, and he smiles before giving me a peck.

"Happy New Year, Tae." The heat of those four words fills my stomach with pure bliss.

And so, almost like it was all a dream, life never felt so good as now, with us, on this night in the studio.

𝘚𝘰...𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 :)

𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦; 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 (?) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 30 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩). 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺; 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵.

𝘈𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴.

-ᴄʟᴀʏ