frenchieauthor
Every relationship goes through some hardships, that goes without saying.
But in the end, what really matters is that they are here for each other.
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Five years.
Today was the fifth Valentine's Day that Jungkook and Taehyung were to spend together. While the oldest thought it to be just a normal day -claiming that their love should be cherished every single day and that there was not a day Taehyung lived without loving his little bunny, making the maknae blush-, Jungkook always took great care in making sure that his companion felt all the love he had for him on this oh-so-special day.
But Jungkook was anxious. All the time. And if things did not go as planned, the boy was a mess. That is why the 95-liner had kept telling the maknae that it was okay if he could not spend the entirety of the day with him when their manager had been forced to plan Jungkook's photo shoot on the 14th of February. And Jungkook had been on the brink of throwing a fit inside the manager's office; but it was only when his drunken steps had alerted Taehyung of his lover's presence into their apartment that the boy fell to the floor, slurring apology after apology to his companion while litres upon litres of liquor scented tears streamed down the young male's cheeks.
A month later, here was Taehyung, lying in bed, blinking a few times before deciding to shut his eyes from the intense morning light peeking through the curtains-drawn windows, glaring at his irises.
Shifting around in bed, he felt around the mattress with his palm, groaning at the cold fabric meeting his skin.
Jungkook was not there.
The idol growled, feeling intensely deprived of his little bunny's warmth beside him, even more so when his bare chest was exposed to the seemingly freezing air of their bedroom.
Because that is just how Taehyung felt without his little bunny to keep him all warm and comfortable. He felt cold.
Trusting all of his senses except for his sight which was unsurprisingly covered by the blanket of skin draped over his orbs, Taehyung walked silently -and blindly- towards the kitchen. Kitchen from which was surely emitted the sweet pastry-like scent that he smelled as his nostrils awoke.
A soon as his fingers curled around the wooden egg-shaped railing, informing him that he was at the top of the stairs, Taehyung peeked down to what would inevitably be his death if he did not open his sleepy eyes. With a grunt, Taehyung descended the few steps to reach the living room.
As his toes rested on the bottom step, he was more than glad to have opened his eyes; because the sight before him was one that Taehyung would not have missed for the world.
Pink hair falling above his pierced ears, the roots of his dyed hair neatly cut on the back of his neck, a loose dark grey shirt hanging tightly on his imposing shoulders, along his lean back, showing off his shoulder blades as he leaned forwards slightly, and then to his slim waist, creasing slightly under his armpits from the position of his arms in front of him. His behind wrapped in black jeans, nicely hugging his curves as well as his sculpted thighs, down to his calves and ending the outfit in a pair of white socks.
Taehyung bit his lower lip, appreciating the sight, and silently walked towards his lover. One step after the other, Taehyung noticed the outline of a plate resting on the counter in front of his companion. But his attention soon turned back to Jungkook when the latter's back pressed against Taehyung's chest as the older male hugged his form.
Jungkook breathed in at the contact, humming at the touch. The maknae melted in the embrace, leaning back up ever-so-slightly to meet every inch of Taehyung's bare chest. "Good morning, my tiger."
