the gardeners son | taekook

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waking up in taehyungs arms feels like a dream.

kissing him lightly while taehyung holds him feels like a dream.

walking down stairs holding taehyung hand tightly feels like a dream.

this new freedom feels like a dream.

it wasn't a dream however, this was his new reality.

being able to freely love taehyung - in the house - was amazing.

cloud 9 was his new natural when with taehyung, nothing felt real. it was all a beautiful whirlwind of love.

he didn't want to let go.

but when his dads car pulled up on the sunday mornings; he knew it was goodbye for a whole week.

taehyung had no phone, no computer no way of communicating with jungkook when their not together.

it was a total mystery what taehyung did during the week, a total mystery of what he was thinking. if he missed jungkook like jungkook missed him.

he was sure taehyung did miss him,
when it was jungkooks time to leave every week, taehyung would cling onto him like a koala and never want to let go.

jungkook never once complained, he adored this little act. it showed taehyung had a softer side.

when he clung and whined like a toddler, he put his normal dominant side down.

this sunday was no different than others, except taehyungs grip was tighter, his will to hold on was stronger.

of course it would be, having lost the boy for a month meant taehyung missed jungkook dearly, never wanting to say goodbye willingly.

he wanted him here forever.

but he knew what it was like to be trapped, he didn't wish it upon anyone, especially someone he loved with his whole being.

so reluctantly, he loosened his grip once jungkooks father called for jungkook.

he reluctantly kissed the boy goodbye, savouring the sweet moment they shared.

mr kim watched from the side lines, content.

his son was safe and happy, what more could taehyung want?

yet, taehyung wanted more.

so when jungkook waved his final goodbye and shut the door, taehyung made his way to his father.

"good morning father." taehyung says politely, sitting across from the man who was hungrily eating a late breakfast.

"morning son, good to see your smile." mr kim replies happily as he bites into a piece of golden toast.

taehyung smiled grew brighter, thinking of his sunshine, "yes, well thank you for that, thank you for allowing me to see him." his reply was sincere, he truly meant his words, grateful for his fathers trust with this relationship.

mr kim just smiled in return.

"i wanted to ask you a question, father." it was at this sentence, taehyungs voice faulted.

"yes? what is it?"

"uh, c-could i get a phone..." his confidence was gone, down the drain.

"a phone? what would you need that for?" mr kim asked, slightly chuckling.

"to message jungkook through out the week, i miss him too much when their is no contact."