WRONG PHONE NUMBER ! TK

a life changing fuck

the sound of rustling roused jeongguk from his slumber, instantly lurching up to sling his arms around taehyung in a tired backhug. the man, who was loosening his black tie from around his neck, honey skin glowing, in front of the mirror.

"i didn't want to wake you." a smile hooked around his lips as he heard a groan rumbling against his shoulder. soon, a face appeared and they both locked fond eyes, jeongguk planting a chaste kiss on the side of his face before padding off to the kitchen.

the air between them was so different lately, in a good way of course. it felt... gorgeous and bronzed, and faultless. they shared a wavelength, held each others hands and slept on it. felt mature and oh so strong.

the tasteful aroma of the pasta must've wafted around, because a hungry taehyung whirled around, in a white vest and sweatpants and placed his hands securely on jeongguks hips, like they belong there and the fabric of the universe would rip if they weren't there.

jeongguk, at the stove, stirring the pasta, was eagerly waiting for a compliment on his cooking, smiling smugly to himself. shivering, he felt the elders lips against the pierced shell of his ear.

"hm... what did you burn?" and erupted into laughter as the other pushed him away with a grunt.

"get lost, i didn't burn anything!" jeongguk obviously hides, avoiding the others persistent attempts to kiss his neck and encircle his waist. and he threatens him with a spoon edging towards his face and a fork in his grip.

see, normally taehyung would cook. but jeongguk just had this idea of being a house husband so locked into his brain, and now, well, he couldn't get it out. the idea of being a comforting and helpful homebody resonated with him for some reason. and plus, he loved the praise from the guy he wants to hear it from the most.

taehyung retreats with his hands up, a cheeky grin etched onto his lips, sitting at the sofa. two bowls is placed in front of him on the glass coffee table, with a couple heaps of pasta between each one. and then two wine glasses, filled to the brim with red.

jeongguk then breaks out the giaaaant blanket and nudges taehyung to get off the sofa so they can sit in the blanket and be cosy because "that's best" as the younger says.

and so this is how they end up, sat watching some random police drama, eating bowls of pasta and occasionally sipping some pinot noir. jeongguk being jeongguk, had been waiting to hear the sweet sound of compliments drip into his ears, but to no avail yet.

"this isn't bad."

"what? the food or the drama?"

"both."

"you piece of shit, you better compliment my cooking or i'm never cooking again." jeongguk grumbles while threatening him with the tv remote at his throat.

"you know, i'm only pulling your leg, baby. this is delicious." his thumb wiping off some sauce on his lip. jeongguk only grunts, but soon dissipates into giggles as the other smooches at the side of his face. they finish eating, clean up and decide to lay in bed. the youngers head on taehyungs chest, finger tracing the expanse of his honeyed stomach.

"hyung, i went live today... just to talk and one of my viewers suggested something, that i hadn't really thought of."

"oh yeah? what was it, honey?" the elder enquired as he never got to watch his boyfriend live because, duh, he was working, only saw the notification.

"that you be in a video with me." and taehyungs mouth opened. "and before you say anything! you don't need to show your face. well, i don't want people to see you, especially those people." his dick twitched at that.