blossom 《taekook》

17

It’s been a few days since their wedding, and they’ve been occupied by dozens of ceremonies taking place each day, thankfully all of them are to be done in private and by the couples only to establish their marriage so Jungkook doesn't mind, it’s more like a bonding time with Taehyung and he somehow is very thankful to their ancestors for coming up with such traditions which genuinely helps an arranged marriage couple to grow closer and intimate.

However, Jungkook had been extremely fond of spending time with Taehyung, not like the alpha was any better if his coming to visit Jungkook every hour is of any indication. Jungkook has acquired a newfound hobby of art. He’s been taken by painting, drawing, and sketching in various forms. Taehyung had taken it upon himself to take Jungkook with him to a market and buy any accessory he laid his eyes upon for more than two seconds. Jungkook had tried to refuse him but the alpha was very adamant about ‘providing his omega’ and Jungkook let him have it, knowing how it is when their wolf is concerned nothing matters how irrelevant it seems, to their wolf, even things which seem small matter a lot.

He didn’t realize when indulging Taehyung became indulging himself when the king prepared a brand new chamber just for him to practice art there with solidarity, without any disturbance; he had guards trained outside that had strict permissions of not letting anyone in without Jungkook’s explicit permission, even king himself.

Safe to say the guard was shaking in his armor sweating profusely but did not deny the king’s orders. He had taken a breath of relief when Luna stepped in and put him out of his misery and ordered him to never stop Taehyung from entering his chambers unless he explicitly asked him to.

Taehyung’s smug smirk directed at Jungkook with an eyebrow raise made the latter roll his eyes nonetheless. The poor guard shook till near death that day.

Although he had profusely thanked their luna for saving him from misery as soon as he got the moment to, bowing near he cracked his spine.

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“What is my little blossom up to?”

Resonates a voice in the room as Jungkook is busy painting something.

“Taehyung!”

Jungkook perks up as soon as he hears his voice, Taehyung has an inkling his tail would be wagging and his fuzzy ears would be pointy on his head if he was in a wolf form.

“It seems as if you’ve missed me, darling.”

Taehyung unhelpfully quips, making the omega pout who keeps drawing with a sulky face. He has pain all over his robes and face and Taehyung honestly is endeared. With a sigh he walks towards Jungkook who seems to grow restless by the time he reaches him, biting his lips to feign nonchalance.

Taehyung swoops him into his arms as soon as he’s near him.

“Taehyung!! My painting would’ve been ruined.”

Jungkook frowns as he manages to pull his hand away in time, very well aware of the king’s antiques.

“My dear queen, how do you manage to paint your face with yet another color after every hour?”

Taehyung sighed with a shake of his head to thumb at the green smear on Jungkook’s cheek. The latter is trying to keep his hands as far away from Taehyung’s royal robe as possible.

“I'm painting Your Majesty, I cannot be as clean as a swan while doing that”

Jungkook downright sasses him, which bleeds out in a second when Taehyung pinches his waist causing him to yelp in the circle of his –strong– arms.