VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Marry Me

In the quietude of the early morning, the soft hum of the city outside served as a gentle lullaby to the stillness of the apartment. Taehyung stirred beneath the warm embrace of the duvet, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal the soft glow of the dawn peeking through the blinds. The room was bathed in a faint, golden light that painted the edges of everything with a delicate kiss. He stretched his arms, feeling the lingering warmth of Jungkook's body beside him, but as his hand reached across the bed, his heart skipped a beat. The other side was cold, the pillow untouched. Jungkook was gone.

Taehyung sat up with a start, the cold reality of the empty space beside him jolting him awake. He glanced around the room, his eyes searching for any sign of Jungkook's presence. The clothes he had so carelessly tossed onto the floor the night before were missing, and the bathroom door was ajar, the light within unlit. A flicker of panic danced in his chest as he threw the covers aside and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The floor was cold against his bare feet as he padded over to the bedroom door, his heart racing.

He pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway, the silence greeting him like a wall. His eyes fell upon the living room, expecting to find Jungkook brewing coffee or lost in a book, but the couch was unoccupied, the bookshelves untouched. The apartment was eerily quiet, as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. He walked into the kitchen, his steps echoing through the emptiness, and found the coffee machine cold and lifeless.

He finds perfectly made breakfast on the kitchen table, a steaming cup of his favorite tea alongside a neatly folded note. His heart pounds in his chest as he picks it up, the scent of Jungkook's cologne faint but lingering. The handwriting, neat and precise, read:

Went for a run. Didn't want to wake you. Back soon.

Love, Jungkookie

Taehyung's anxiety dissolves into relief, the warmth of Jungkook's love enveloping him like a warm embrace. He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the last few moments lift from his shoulders.

The kitchen, usually filled with Jungkook's cheerful banter and the sizzle of breakfast, was eerily still. Taehyung smiles to himself, picturing Jungkook's meticulous preparation for the surprise he had planned. He sits down at the table, the chair's coolness contrasting with the warmth of the tea that seeps through the porcelain. As he sips, the sweet aroma of chamomile and vanilla fills his nose, soothing his nerves. The toast is lightly buttered, with a hint of cinnamon, just how he likes it. The fruit salad is arranged in a heart shape, a silent declaration of love in the form of breakfast.

With the first bite, he feels a twinge of guilt for the fleeting moment of fear. Jungkook had always been the reliable one, the rock in their relationship. Taehyung knew he could trust him, yet his mind had conjured a hundred different scenarios of why he might have left so early. He pushes the thoughts aside, focusing on the sweetness of the strawberries and the tartness of the blueberries that play on his tongue. He can almost hear Jungkook's laughter as he tries to guess the fruit's arrangement from the bedroom.

As he finishes his breakfast, the quietness of the apartment starts to feel less comforting and more suffocating. He decides to take a shower, the warm water washing away the last of his unease. The bathroom mirror steams up, creating a temporary barrier between him and the empty bedroom. He lingers under the spray, letting the water cascade down his body, hoping it would wash away his insecurities along with the sleep. When he steps out, the mirror slowly clears, revealing his reflection. His eyes are tired, but they hold a spark of excitement for what the day might bring.

Dressed in a comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants, Taehyung wanders back into the living room, the silence now feeling less like a vacuum and more like a canvas waiting to be filled with the colors of their day. He grabs Jungkook's favorite book from the shelf and settles into the couch, flipping through the pages, tracing the lines with his index finger as if he could feel the words of love that Jungkook had read to him so many times. The apartment feels too quiet, so he puts on some soft music to keep him company.