a real boy [taekook]

alt. ending

"Jungkook?" Taehyung called as he swung open the apartment door, slipping off his worn sneakers. His sock-clad feet padded over to their couch, his hand running through the soft mop of black hair that laid quietly watching the television. Sometimes it was hard to believe that after all they had been through, they were still here.

Jungkook had attempted to off himself, on the premise that he was a burden to Taehyung. What a silly thought, had been the older's first reaction. He knew Jungkook was aware of how much he meant to the older, but sometimes the darker thoughts must have bested him.

He had survived, Taehyung had gotten home from his errands early and had found him passed out in the bathroom. He had taken a large handful of Taehyung's prescribed sleeping pills, and had his stomach pumped. It was the worst day of Taehyung's life, and after a while of physical and mental recovery on Jungkook's part, they both knew that it wouldn't happen again.

Jungkook hummed at the sensation of the familiar hand in his hair, a soft smile dancing onto his features as he glanced up at his boyfriend.

"Howdy, babe."

"Hey Kookmeister, did I wake you?"

"Nah. Did you get milk?" The younger asked, sitting up and stretching his arms over his head. Taehyung sighed and flicked himself on the forehead.

"I forgot again!" He groaned shuffling around the side of the couch and plopping down beside Jungkook, his arms wrapping around the black haired boys waist insrantly. Jungkook laughed and fell back into a laying position whilst tangling their legs together, and bringing a hand up to play with Taehyung's soft hair.

"Maybe I should text you milk memes when you get off of work so you remember next time?" Taehyung scrunched his eyebrows and snickered, gently punching Jungkook in the bicep.

"Do you secretly have a vast collection of milk memes you've been waiting to send to me?"

"...Yes."

"Kook, what the fuck?"

"Just call me the milkman!" Taehyung groaned and detached himself from the other, who was giggling at his own dumb joke that 'wasnt even fucking funny, Jungkook oh my god'.

Jungkook soon followed the other and pulled himself off of the couch, finding Taehyung who had began to busy himself with the dishes. The single light above the sink was turned on, making the small area glow a soft amber color. His boyfriend looked luxurious in the light; he looked so soft that if Jungkook were to reach out and touch him he would vanish from his grasp.

But Jungkook knew better than that.

He wrapped his arms tightly around the tan boy's middle, snuggling his face in his shoulderblade. Taehyung hummed and rested his large hand on top of Jungkook's calloused ones, before turning around to have his butt against the sink. He pulled Jungkook up for a quick chaste kiss, resting his forehead on the others.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They were the happiest they had ever been.