Enveloped with Love! (Taekook)

CHAPTER XIX

AN: Pay attention to the dates to understand time skips.

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And so the days passed for the two men. Days filled with letters carrying words of comfort some days and words of adoration on some. Some days they were full of compliments and other days they were all filled with endearments.

A lot of gifts found their way to each other. It was usual now for all of Jeongguk's letters to be accompanied by either flowers or chocolates or both. He sometimes even sent strawberries knowing how much the older loved the fruit.

Taehyung was not far behind and always made sure to send something as well. One time it was his favorite book and once it was a handmade bracelet. He couldn't manage to send something every time but made his letters extra sweet when they were delivered alone. Even though he didn't have much, he always made sure to send something that was closest to his heart.

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Time flew as the two were surrounded by each other's virtual presence enough to satisfy their need for companionship and support.

They weren't strangers to each other anymore. True, Taehyung still didn't know Jeongguk's name but he knew that he was from Busan and his parents still resided there. He painted as a career even though he refused to give Taehyung a definite answer when the latter had asked to see some of his showcased works.

He knew Jeongguk was close to his age even though he didn't know exactly. He also was aware that J had a Doberman named Bam who lived with his parents back in Busan. He knew J loved banana milk and shared his music interest. Surprisingly, J also loved Harry Styles.

And it was a Saturday night tradition with them that they watched "Call me by your name" in their own homes but at the same time. The moon always shined too bright on those nights or so Taehyung thought.

Jeongguk also knew quite a bit about Taehyung which he was glad about. It helped him forget that he was impersonating Jae-Hyun and in any case, neither of them spoke about the said ex anymore. It had been too long that Taehyung had even mentioned the name, always addressing his letters to J.

Jeongguk liked to think that it's him Taehyung actually writes to but his brain was still functioning enough to know that that was far from the truth.

He contemplated several times whether he should come clean but stopped every time promising himself that he'd do it next week. Week after week passed and Jeongguk found new excuses to continue this pretense. At the back of his mind he knew that he was technically digging his own grave but he couldn't help it.

Taehyung had come to become much too important to him than what he'd originally planned. It was no secret to him that he liked the man. He was too enamored with the older boy's words and emotions that he expressed so beautifully in his carefully articulated letters. But as more and more time passed Jeongguk had begun to suspect that his heart was no longer his own.

He had an inclination with the way it fluttered at the mere mention of the boy. He spent most of his free time reading and rereading Taehyung's letters. He was constantly painting which was great, however, he had not painted anything other than Taehyung.

Although all the paintings depicted the said man with his back toward the observer, Jeongguk knew that it was Taehyung his mind was trying to imprint on the canvas. Different styles and places of where Taehyung would be, what he would be doing or any other picture his mind could come up with but it all came back to Taehyung.

If not for his letters or paintings, every other waking minute was somehow affected by thoughts of Taehyung and Jeongguk didn't mind. Not one bit.

In fact he relished the feeling of being in love with the boy. Even though he still didn't know how he looked, it didn't matter to him because he knew Taehyung had completely bared his true self, his heart to Jeongguk. There was nothing else to know about the writer other than perhaps how his touch would feel.. how it would feel to kiss those lips which Jeongguk was sure were pillowy soft.