Our Marriage Story || Taekook

Chapter Fifty Four

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It was yet another sunny morning in the Jeons' Penthouse. The warm summer rays had barely made it in through the sheer ivory curtains when a certain brunette woke up with a dead weight crushing his chest.

Had it been any other day, Taehyung would have taken the time to relish his husband sleeping so soundlessly in his embrace, close to his heart where he resides. But today, wasn't just any other day, was it? Deciding his nerves won't let him sleep much, he softly lifted his husband's naked body off him. Regaining his trapped mobility, he sat up on the bed not without a tired sigh leaving his lips.

However, taking in the form of his man deep in slumber, sleeping peacefully like a baby instantly calmed his anxious heart. The little pouty lips of the man, made Taehyung ponder whether this was the same man responsible for the gazillion love bites littered on his body and his sore hole. Guided by the force of love, he lovingly threaded his slender fingers through the silky raven locks. Eventually placing a quick peck on the pout, he got off the bed to officially start what could be a very eventful day.

Fighting through the fatigue and ache in his body, especially in his lower regions, Taehyung bent down to pick up his husband's oversized black t-shirt. Wincing and whimpering he wore the soft cotton t-shirt. The loose fabric hung on his shoulders. The round neck tried its best to hide his collar bones decorated with red blue marks, but alas failed miserably. Fortunately, the t-shirt wasn't completely useless. It was long enough to cover his buttcheeks painted red with hand prints, from the cold air.

Trembling, shaky steps led Taehyung to the bathroom. There was a time when the reflection in the mirror would have brought goosebumps on his skin and a feverish blush on his cheeks. But now witnessing his messed up and fucked out state in the mirror, first thing in the morning has stopped fazing him. He had grown completely immune to his almost everyday morning-after makeover.

Standing tall, Taehyung focused his attention on turning the cold water tap on. The splash of cold water on his tired face felt refreshing. One splash didn't feel enough, so he splashed multiple times. Feeling a bit energetic,  he took the towel off the hanger to wipe the water off his face. The sigh of relief leaving his throat, came out as a loud shriek when his eyes landed on the figure standing behind him and staring intently at him, through the mirror.

The figure reflexively engulfed his tensed body in a back hug. "Shh...hhh! It's okay~ It's just me~ M'sorry... didn't mean to startle you~" the figure, aka his dear husband huskily mumbled kissing his nape softly.

Taehyung grumbled curses under his breath, knowing perfectly well just how sorry the latter was. Rolling his eyes at the wandering hands roaming down his curves, Taehyung picked up his abandoned towel off the sink, putting it back in its rightful place.

He hissed breathy when the cold hands caressed his sore red asscheeks. "Sorry Bun~ Maybe I went too far. Was I too rough on you?" Jungkook mumbled in between leaving feathery kisses down the curve of the neck.

"Maybe? You think?" Taehyung mocked with a bite, glaring at Jungkook through the mirror. Yet his body melted and moulded into the familiar homely warmth of its holder.

"Okay~ Sorry, my bad! Not maybe, I definitely went too hard on you. Forgive thy peasant, Your Majesty~" Jungkook darkly muttered meeting Taehyung's angry glare. His hands however travelled up, going under the loose Tee.

Taehyung's cheeks puffed before he averted his gaze, ignoring the apology. He picked up his toothbrush and toothpaste and began brushing his teeth. The roaming hands came at a halt around his navel, reeling him closer in the warmth, but he kept his eyes trained on the sparkly marble walls of the spacious bathroom.