Sirenic Menace

㉔My Heaven

 
Taehyung’s cries escalated at the unexpected embrace he gifted him, and Jungkook circled his twitching form with his arm, shushing him gently.

“Angel,” Jungkook muttered against his head as he traced slow-paced kisses over it. “I was so scared something happened to you. And I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner.” He smoothed his palm over his back in calming strokes. “Please don’t cry. I’m not mad at you. I was just scared.”

Taehyung only clasped him harder. There was really nothing he could say or do. His sobs stole all his breath, but they had relief underlying them — heart-soothing relief because he finally met Jungkook again, and the distance between them got obliterated at his words.

A whirlwind of hurtful thoughts had swept across his mind; that Jungkook hated him because he lied, that he couldn’t forgive him, that he would push him away at any moment. But no, Jungkook turned around and crushed him into his hug. He called him angel. He kissed his head so sweetly. And he whispered words of comfort to him.

Jungkook couldn’t bear hearing his stifled sounds anymore. They pained him even more than his absence. He drew back just enough to fix his gaze on him, and he cupped his warped face with two loving palms, careful not to apply pressure on his left cheek. He thumbed away the rivulets of tears, viewing him through fond, saddened eyes. “Baby. I know you’re pretty no matter what you do and however you are, but please don’t cry.”

A quivery smile exploded on Taehyung’s features as he let out a gulping chuckle. He wiped his nose with his shoulder and sniffled, still clutching him. “I missed you so much, Jungkook. F-Fuck.”

“No, no, no, please, angel,” Jungkook rushed to say as he detected the instant eruption of tears that poured from his eyes again. He linked their foreheads, stroking the crown of his right cheek with a tender thumb. “I know what you feel is a lot right now. But stop crying, please. Do it for me, hmm? I can’t... I can’t see you like this anymore. It’s been twelve days since the last time I saw you. And I really want to see your smile again. Not this sad face. Although it’s cute, I won’t lie.”

His words managed to steal another smile from Taehyung, accompanied by a shaky giggle. A new round of brushing the wetness from his face and sniffling began, and he locked eyes with him with his tears now diminished. “You remember how many days passed...”

“I remember everything,” Jungkook responded, voice muted and colored with gentleness. He carved a long kiss on his forehead and leaned them together again. “Does your cheek hurt?”

“I can’t feel anything right now. Only you.”

Blissful fondness pulled on Jungkook’s lips, and his traits brightened even more with the perception that Taehyung’s tears had ceased throughout. “What do I feel like?”

Taehyung copied his smile unconsciously as he dove into contemplation to unearth a way to explain himself. “Heaven.”

Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with the same fondness that still held his mouth riveted on a smile. “You too, angel.”

The affectionate eye contact lasted for a couple more seconds until their gaze tumbled simultaneously to each other’s lips. They bridged the scarce space between them, merging their mouths in a kiss as delicate as snowflakes. A chain of slow and equally tender kisses as their first one followed that remedied any harrowing sorrow and compensated for all the time they spent apart.

They latched onto each other again, needy hands pressing their bodies as close as possible, and kissed softly and deeply this time, and smiled in overwhelming joy and relief until they did everything all over again. They were deprived of each other’s presence for just twelve days, but fuck, it felt like a torturous eternity.