𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

42

{Namjoon's pov}

I tried not to stare for too long at Taehyung, but I couldn't help myself. It was adorably seductive in its own confusing way: how he was straddling the pillows about the bed to climb around. He was in a half-done button up and his underwear, which clung tightly to his thighs. He looked beautiful I'll admit, and it seems my body thinks so too.

From where I sat across the bedroom at our computer desk, I crossed one leg over the other to relieve myself of a little issue. I tried to focus back on the paperwork I was filling out, but I kept finding my eyes trailing back to the brunet.

"Baby," I called out quietly, tilting my head in curiosity as the brunet fumbled around to face me, "What are you doing?"

"It's a surprise! I can't tell you!" He stuck his tongue out triumphantly, and I shook my head. "Then can I guess what your surprise is perhaps?" The brunet lowered himself to sit on the bed as he peered toward me, brow cocked. "I dare you to guess!"

Chuckling, I pretended to think hard. In reality it was obvious he was trying to make a blanket fort, but I wanted to see his smug smile if I guessed incorrectly. "Hmm," I tapped my finger to my chin, seemingly deep in thought. "Are you making... a nest?"

"Wrong!" He stuck his tongue out playfully before wiggling his butt in the air and continuing with his work. I watched, intrigued by the act. The fort was nothing compared to the sight that accompanied its creation.

I turned around in the chair I was in, placing the cap back on the pen I had been using. With that I spun around, watching my fiance. He held a pillow between his knees as he pulled more blankets into a pile, and I raised my brows when he pressed himself further against the pillow. I could see how round his little peach was, and I flushed.

"Baby..." I bit my lip, withholding myself from doing anything out of impulse. I stood from the chair and walked to the bed, where I plopped down on it beside the brunet. He peered at me in confusion, the pillow still between his legs. I plucked him off the pillow and sat him in my lap, grinning toward him as he rested his hands against my chest.

"Why'd you stop me from working?" He whined softly, his gaze fixated at the mess of blankets he'd been preparing. I brought my hands to his hips, rubbing circles into them with my thumbs. "You looked too cute, and I wanted your attention. Cuddles?"

"Cuddles?" He repeated, bringing his gaze to my own before he lowered himself into my chest and wrapped his arms around my torso. I engulfed the boy in a tight hug, rolling once across the bed so we were in the center of it. "Did you enjoy practice today baby boy?"

"I did! It reminded me of before the gala," He smiled against my chest, and I squeezed his waist with my hands. "I'm glad! So, same thing tomorrow?"

"Definitely," The brunet fished his hands out from beneath my back and yanked the pile of blankets on the bed over us. Immediately my vision was filled with fluffy, neutral colored blankets, and I coughed as loose threads tickled between my lips. Reflexively I closed my eyes and blew out, trying to get the blankets off myself without letting go of Taehyung.

As my eyes were closed, I felt the plush material lift, which soon after be replaced by another, much warmer plush material.

I smiled against Taehyung's lips, savoring the sweet taste they held on them from dinner. The brunet pulled away, his cheeks blotchy with blush as he fell into a quiet fit of laughter. I raised a brow, not understanding why. "What's so funny?"

"Your face was interesting, I'm sorry honey," He whispered as he leaned back down, planting a few kisses to my cheeks. I traced my hands about the curvature of his back, enjoying how smooth and inviting his skin felt. I found myself smiling at the thought of how blessed I was.

Just as I had gone to voice the thought, there was an array of knocks at our bedroom door. Taehyung sat up quickly and went to the door to answer, and I frowned at the loss of warmth. Pushing myself upright, I sat and listened to Taehyung speak to the two boys outside the bedroom. I muffled a yawn into my hands and rubbed my eyes, peeking at the clock on the wall. It was pretty late, so I couldn't understand what the boys could be plotting.

"Sure! Let me get dressed!" Taehyung beamed from the doorway as he stepped back in, closing the door. I peered over to him, a questioning look across my cheek. He grinned and made way to the closet, where he began to pick out clothing to wear. "Kook and Jimin invited me to go out with them," He started, placing a shirt on the bed before searching for pants, "and I accepted the offer. Do you wanna go Joonie?"

"Ah no thanks baby," I knew Taehyung hadn't been able to hang out with his friends in a long while, so I found it reasonable to decline. "I think I'm going to read a book and take a hot bath."

"Okay Joon," He tossed his pants onto the bed and shed the shirt he was wearing. I watched him as he slipped into his new outfit, and as he bent down to put on his pants, I slapped his butt.

"Hey you! I'm vulnerable!" He giggled, jumping into his pants and buttoning them quickly. He hopped onto the bed and wrestled me down onto it, before breathlessly laughing and kissing me against the lips. "I love you Namjoon. I promise I'll be back soon~" He cooed sweetly after the kiss, lifting himself off of me and standing back up. "Call me if you need anything!"

"I love you too baby, have fun!" I smiled, waving as he walked to the door and left, closing it gently behind himself. I sat in the newfound silence, thinking about what I was actually going to fill my time with.