Destined

Utopia

Jungkook's PoV

He's so nervous. But he's also so excited. I can tell with the way he's getting restless and babbling away.

"Whose house is this?"

"Not many people know about it Tae. I bought it in my mom's name to avoid much speculation. But it's my secret getaway when there are too many people bombarding my place when I'm here for a visit."

"I thought so. I mean I thought it was so familiar even when I've never been here before. The place has your touch. Like it's designed exactly the way I imagined your house would be designed. Remember we've had so many conversations about the kind of things you would like to keep around? That's why... that's why it looked so familiar to me..."

He's avoiding the topic he really wants to talk about. So typical.

"It also has many things that you said you wanted in your future house, baby. Look at that corner, or that painting, or that photograph you wanted to frame. Let me take you inside, you'll see more of you in there, now that you know what to look for... hmm?"

"You...hmm... let's go inside Kookie"

I love shy Taehyung. I love stuttering, flustered Taehyung.

We walked in and the more he starts to spot stuff he's always wanted in his home, blending in with stuff I've always talked about, the more he blushes. He's adorable. Did I mention that before? Nevermind. He's so adorable that I can say it ten thousand times and it will still not suffice.

"Tae"

"Hmm?"

"Come, I want to show you our bedroom"

"Huh?"

"Come"

He's shut up. Completely. It's very rare that something has such an effect on Kim Taehyung that he shuts up. I lead him into the room, and as soon as he enters I hear a gasp. I would be lying if I said I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting this to happen today, sure. But I knew when my love walked into this room, his reaction would be exactly like this. Because the wall above the headstand of the big bed in the middle of the room is adorned with around twenty-five framed photographs of him, and us, from our private collection of photos taken over the years. The ones he calls his favourite, to be more precise.

I turn around at the gasp to face my boyfriend who now has tears in his eyes and a hand on his heart. Something tells me, it's time for me to show him how I feel about him.

So I extend my hand, and he holds it. Words seem to be pretty useless at this point as our lips meet and we melt into our first kiss of the day. God I've missed these lips. I've missed this feeling so much.

I press my body into Tae's to deepen the kiss while I move my hands up to cup his face. On autopilot, his arms snake around my waist, moving closer if possible. This is the first time since we've confessed to each other that we are alone, just by ourselves. Not in a hotel room, no fear of staff or hyungs walking in on us, no cameras, no threat of being exposed. And our hearts are beating so loud, I swear.

"Why did you never tell me about this house Kookie?"

He speaks into the kiss. Always inquisitive about everything, my bear.

"If I told you I wouldn't be able to see this reaction now, would I? I wouldn't be able to surprise you like this. I wouldn't be able to hold you like this inside this room while I told you I bought this house for us, not myself. In the hope that one day you'll be mine and I will be able to show you around like this. This is for us to spend our time away from the spotlight. Whenever we want, whenever we feel the need to get away. Just you and me. "

I speak into the kiss too. He presses his lips more on to mine in response to that. It's time to stop talking.

I start walking him backwards to the bed till I can sit him down and finally he's lying on the bed, under me. This isn't new. And yet, Kim Taehyung manages to take my breath away. He's blushing hard in the anticipation of what's to come.

I've imagined this for too long to stall it now. But I can't take my eyes off him. Seven years of being around this one and I still can't get used to his beauty. He mesmerises me.

I kiss him again. This time moving ourselves upwards, settling more comfortably in the bed. Now is my time to confess how I feel, without using any words.

Now is my time to show him what I meant when I sang, "When I'm with you I'm in Utopia"