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A playful make-out session on a Sunday evening turns out to be a little more than that.
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Jeongguk tips his head up and lets Taehyung kiss him, slowly smoothing his hands under the hem of Taehyung's shirt and up over warm skin. "Mmm," he murmurs, adoring the way Taehyung blinks his eyes open to meet Jeongguk's gaze. "Your laundry's not going to wash itself, you know."
"One more, just one more," Taehyung insists, pressing back in before Jeongguk can tell him no, you just said that and it's been three more since. Instead, he lets his eyes fall shut again and opens his mouth to Taehyung's eager tongue, falling into a languid rhythm they both know well. When Taehyung kisses him like this, it feels like they've got all the time in the world.
Sadly, they're both university students with classes and part-time jobs and extra-curricular activities to juggle, and part of Jeongguk isn't too surprised when Taehyung suddenly jumps back, wide-eyed in alarm. "Fuck! I forgot to do my weekly journal and it's due in - " he seizes Jeongguk's wrist, Jeongguk making a sound of surprise, to check his watch - "half an hour?? I'm screwed - "
"Well, if you didn't stop to make out with me, you'd have time to do it properly," Jeongguk says, deadpan, and lets Taehyung scramble out of his reach to go grab his laptop from the backpack he left in the doorway, wailing, "Dooon't!" at Jeongguk's admonishments. He feels a little disappointed though, watching Taehyung move away from him. Even though they're more than happily dating now, all talks of pranks long gone, he likes it best when Taehyung's next to him, practically rolling on top of Jeongguk to catch his attention now that he's been given full clearance to do so. It's silly, and Taehyung's not really going anywhere, he reminds himself. Better go make himself useful until Taehyung's done.
He's been asking Seokjin for some cooking tips as of late (in secret, because if Jimin knew, he'd tease him for days. Not that Seokjin can keep anything from Jimin, but at least Jeongguk's being shielded here). It's harder than it looks, for some reason, and he set a very small fire in the oven the other day that Taehyung somehow managed to put out with a vaccuum (Jeongguk decided not to ask). But his kimchi fried rice is shaping up pretty nicely at least, so he sets about making dinner, another piece of the domestic picture their Sunday evening is shaping up to be. It's embarrassing as hell, but also really nice, the way Taehyung's face lights up when he sees Jeongguk's cooked for him. The way something so minor and mundane makes him so darn happy.
"Thank you," Taehyung says empathetically when Jeongguk drops off a bowl for him, fried egg with the yolk slightly runny the way Taehyung likes it. He tears his gaze away from the laptop screen long enough to peck Jeongguk on the lips thank you, beaming at him before getting back to work. When Jeongguk gets up to grab his own bowl, though, Taehyung's hand darts out to catch onto his shirt. "Stay?"
"Only if you won't get distracted by me," Jeongguk allows. Taehyung nods earnestly, so Jeongguk collects his food and his Financial Law reader and curls up on the couch behind the coffee table Taehyung's sitting at, his rapidfire typing a mild clacking pace in the quiet of the living room. Bambam and Yugyeom aren't home for the weekend, out on retreat with their dance team, so it's just the two of them here, the atmosphere around them so sweet and calm Jeongguk can almost taste it on the tip of his tongue. Surprisingly addictive.
He drowses over his reader on and off, since he doesn't even need to have the reading done until midway through the week, and startles awake a little whenever Taehyung shifts restlessly in his place or pauses to shovel more fried rice down his throat. "It's good, Jeonggukie," he says, and Jeongguk resists the urge to draw his fingers through Taehyung's hair in reply, even though Taehyung is right there in his reach.
