tournesol | vmon ON HOLD

deux

It's a warm spring evening and Namjoon is seated in his recliner with a notebook resting on his lap and a pencil in his hand. Namjoon clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, putting the pencil close to his mouth as he pondered over what he should write. In the background, there are birds chirping and sizzling of dinner that Taehyung is currently preparing. Namjoon set the notebook on a rusted table in front of him and went to the crude jukebox and put on some classical music. The jukebox is very broken and doesn't play all that nice, but it's all the Kim's have. Namjoon decided to go back to his writing as he heard Taehyung try to mumble the rhythm of a Johannes Brahms composition which resulted into Namjoon chuckling quietly. Only he can wake up to hear Taehyung do these ridiculous things. It made the 28-year-old quite happy. 

Namjoon got up after half an hour of writing a poem about his life, he decided to look at the fireplace. He looked at the notebook Taehyung occasionally uses for his doodling and writing. He decided to look at it for perhaps some inspiration and when he opened it up he saw a letter fall out. He looked down at his feet where the letter comfortably nestled on. He closed it down and squatted to pick it up. He delicately opened it up, noticing the already rusting edges. He read a bit until he realised that's the letter he wrote to him when they just started dating. 1879 was when the two were just merely teenagers, smoking pot and running away from the police. Namjoon smiled fondly at the memories. He read through it some more, cringing at a few of the grammatical mistakes. "Taehyungie, can you come over for a second?" Namjoon called for Taehyung, Taehyung humming in response and coming a few seconds later. By then Namjoon was already standing tall and proudly as he held up the poem gingerly in his hands. Taehyung's face lit up as he realised what he was holding up. "I'm having quite a writers' block whilst writing, so per usual, I went to your notebook to check up on some things that may give me inspiration. This poem fell out. Do you remember what this is?" Namjoon explained himself in case Taehyung would get mad over the simple gesture Namjoon does on an occasion. 

"Of course I know what that is. That's the first poem you wrote for me. We were 19 at that time. You handed it to me when we were going to Paris. We were lost, so we decided to get even more lost and go to the forests. It was surely 2 AM at that time and we were talking about our ambitions. And you asked me to be your boyfriend, I said yes and you gave me that poem. I remember you having a poem of rejection." Taehyung stopped, chuckling. "I don't know how you'd think I could've rejected you." Namjoon smiled at Taehyung's words. He was sure Taehyung has forgotten about it by now, but of course, his love never forgotten. "You know, when you go to sleep earlier before me, I read it to myself." Taehyung came close to Namjoon and put his hand on his chest. Namjoon grinned down at Taehyung. "Did you really expect me to throw that away, baby?" Taehyung asked and Namjoon shook his head in response. Taehyung bit his lip and it caught Namjoon's attention. Namjoon lifted Taehyung's chin with his finger and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. 

"I love you." "I love you too."

Once Taehyung finally finished dinner, he called Namjoon to the dining room so the two can eat. Namjoon was long done doing the poem, so he started to write an idea for a book he's planning to write. When he had finally gotten into writing the idea and making it better thought out, Taehyung had called. So now, Namjoon is discussing his idea with his partner. "So, I was planning to make the first gay book written in French! I know I'm gonna get shit for it, I mean I already do since I'm dating you, but hear me out!-" Taehyung just couldn't help but stare at Namjoon as he messily ate the chicken Taehyung slaughtered and cooked for themselves. Taehyung stared at Namjoon's eyes, how they lit up when he brought up the subject. He looked at his lips which were moving at a quick pace. He admired Namjoon's beauty, even after 9 years of dating him he still was mesmerized how he had the chance to date a man so beautiful and so perfect like Kim Namjoon. "Baby, why aren't you eating?" Namjoon's words woke Taehyung up from his daydreaming. Taehyung then decided to grab a piece of the chicken and munch on it. "I was too busy listening to your idea. Also admiring how beautiful you are, my love." Taehyung smirked as he brushed his lips with his sleeve. Namjoon blushed, making Taehyung chuckle. 

Taehyung couldn't believe Namjoon is still not used to those words, much less that he's the dominant one in this household. 

The two decided to head out to a nearby lounge to get a few drinks. Namjoon and Taehyung held hands, of course, it's their tradition to show their love in public. Sure, a lot of the adults throw mean and ugly words at them whilst the kids throw tomatoes and other groceries at them; but that didn't stop the two of them. They were proud of it. "Honey, I have a feeling this'll be one of the most life-changing night outs we've ever had." Namjoon quietly whispered to Taehyung. Taehyung just lets it slide as the two walked in. It started off easy and slow, them talking about work and their friends. But later in the night, the two somehow managed to start talking to a known madman in the whole region; Vincent Van Gogh.

"So, you're telling me you take it in the ass?" Vincent drunkenly slurred as he waved around an empty glass as he looked at Taehyung in disbelief. Taehyung laughed loud and nodded as he took another sip of his whiskey. "It's hard to take it, though, since he has such a huge ass dick. It's insane!" Taehyung slurred as he practically nestled onto Namjoon, making the drunk lovers fall off their seats. The two laughed their ass off as Vincent joined in. The rest was pretty much a blur until the morning. 

If you count 12 PM as a morning. 

There were people practically throwing food at them, but the three would not budge until one kid threw a bunch of water on them. They all woke up in shit and tomatoes. "I didn't know three madmen could've met. Conneries (bullshit)." the kid said as he threw the whole bucket he used to pour down the water onto them. The three yelp in pain and decided to get up and head each to their own way. 

It's been a few weeks and the Kim's could not stop thinking about Vincent and his eccentric nature.