Kim Taehyung loves Park Jimin more than his life. He can die without any further thought for him, perhaps what happens when not only his life rather every person he was closed to come behind bullet holes, due to some psychosis mafia who seems obsess...
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Nothing can be more perfect in his life as it was now—mornings full of heartwarming cuddles, days filled with adorable caring texts and nights full of contented emotions and sometimes probably lewdly spilled moans.
Well, to be entirely honest not sometimes, it was almost every other day. Who could've potential to resist someone as exquisite as his boyfriend?
He can't be more sure of any other fact than this certain one—no one in the world can deny Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin can't be more fortunate to achieve him as his beloved boyfriend or soon going to be designate as his fiancé.
Right, it is just there—their extendedly awaited engagement who he has woven fantasies by his highly affected delusions crossed brain as some historical event.
Whatever, leaving behind those thoughts, he should be more focus on the slicked expensive suits kept in front of him.
He is still waiting for Taehyung to come out the changing room only to hand him another suit to try, he shouldn't be at the faulting side when every fucking damn clothe is basically screaming that it is made only for him.
Even if you'll hand him some cheap branded beach shorts with a itchy stitched cap, Taehyung will slay that shit also. It's frustrating in a non-wordily format.
"Baby, I guess I'm deeming like constipated ostrich with this huge silk tie you made me wear," the younger states, as he walks towards his direction re-adjusting his tie, and he won't lie, his breathes are almost at the endless peak to drop out from his body mass from how fucking handsome he looks. "Did I lost you here?"
"Of course, you'll when you technically are appearing nothing less than Cartier ambassador, albeit not wearing any high-priced jewelry." He is amused, he plants his hand over his suit fabric travelling all the way onto his chest. "No one taught me at school that lawyers can be this hot."
"I'm prosecutor baby, not a lawyer." He chuckles cooing on the older expression. "They're rationally antonym of each other."
"Not much difference still, you can't practically behave like my sensei now," he grumps almost filling the younger's heart with overflowing butterflies from his sulking nature.
He comes closer by a diameter, enough until his lips are hovering over Taehyung's ears. "Until we're on the bed, of course." He whispers, simultaneously throwing a sultry wink.
He doesn't miss the way his cheeks formulates pretty pale shade of pink, critically portraying his flustered side which seems to be reserved only for the older to view. Only Park Jimin can bring him into this state and he's more than Everest height proud of that achievement. "C'mon, let's make you try this one."
He handles him the royal-blue themed three-piece suit paired with crisped tie, a piece totally meant for the older. "Its the nineth one I'm trying really."
"I know, perhaps c'mon its your fault to begin with. You weren't allowed to be this breathtaking, Mr. Kim," the older determines, expression laces collectively showing a modest smile for which the younger was head-over-heels with. "I hope my consideration was ample clear, so now can we get back to what we're here for?"
