Thaïs | TaeJin, KookJin

Chapter IV

The following morning, when the windows opened due to the summer breeze and woke up a sleepy SeokJin, he found himself alone in his house, as silent as a mausoleum of cold and unforgiving marble.

He wished, though, to have a bit of marble as the count had at least in the kitchen counter as he had seen many a times.

But when he started thinking about that, it was not the marble what he thought of or their kitchen counter. But the gilded extravaganza that was the chateau of Count Jeon.

His smile when he glanced at him, his frown when he did so at his husband, his too cute bunny teeth... and his too hot sculpted body.

"Oh, God!" he exclaimed upon seeing how, as he had been distracted in a fashion improper of a married man, the water in the kettle boiled and had spilled, fuming.

A mess he would surely have to clean up himself, seeing as he had no maids nor butlers, as the count had.

"If only..." he sighed with his face contorted into a dreamy smile, before returning to his dull reality and wiping away the mess he had made.

The doorbell ringing caused him some surprise as he was settling himself on a table to have breakfast. A simple tea, pear compote and a pastry... nothing too special

The brunet went over to the entrance door and, at that time, he just wished he could have some windows, even of frosted glass, on that door or either side thereof.

"Yes?" Jin questioned, a bit uncertain, while he closed the two top opened buttons of the pink shirt of his night clothes, concealing it underneath his dressing gown "Who is it?"

He was married and was not about to let anyone see him in his too intimate night clothes, as such state of undress was only for his husband to see.

It would, of course, make a lot more sense if he had actually been intimate with him rather than just wondering how that might feel. In private.

"It's me, dearest one" and that familiar voice from the other side of the door, that deep, manly and familiar voice was enough for Jin to feel both his cheeks to turn rosy and a sort of tremble run throughout his whole body "So, am I allowed to come in, my sweet prince?"

"O-oh, yes..."

«Since when has he thought it was apropriate to call me so?» a flustered brunet thought as he scrambled to cover himself with a trenchcoat hung on the coat rack before opening the door to see him.

That dashing count who had, since the previous evening, been stealing his sighs as well as the cause for his thumping heartbeat in spite of that ring beaming on his left hand.

He seemed as if he had just escaped from a golf match, in a thight polo shirt, hugging to perfection his biceps and abs; his slacks outlining his thighs as developed as a Renaissance statue's was, and that sweater over his powerful shoulders.

He was no snack. Oh, no. He was a four course meal with starter, dessert, apéritifs and digestifs! Good Lord.

"Welcome, Your Lordship" he greeted him with a polite bow before allowing his ilustrious presence in his humble house "D-does Your Lordship fancy some breakfast?"

Jungkook smiled as he saw that beautiful brunet with his cheeks dusted over with light blush. He sat down, in a regal fashion, among that thousand cushions in the comfortable armchair Taehyung adored to seat on every night.

"I fancy you" the count said, and smirked afterwards once he saw the face of the brunet face darkening with a almost purple blush.

Jungkook adored Jin, it was as if he were bewitched by that bashfulness and shyness not ever before seen in a married man or woman.