Alone in his apartment, fighting his own demons about leaving the comforting embrace of his bed and being a responsible adult- Taehyung was running his mind beyond what should be considered acceptable. He was trapped in an endless cycle, needing to know where he had gone wrong. Jungkook had been acting different, distant, absent all day. From the time the sun started peeking at the sky, signaling all early rises that it was time for a new day, their limbs were but a mess of the personification of love. He had gotten up without a second thought, not pausing to litter kisses along Taehyung's sun-kissed skin, as he usually did to alert his lover of his upcoming absence. Taehyung could not understand where he had messed up, if he had even made a mistake at all. He had the day off, and Jungkook had only gone for a morning run like the gym-obsessed man he is. He should return home soon, and the older's emotional turmoil had not come to fruition. A ding ran through the otherwise empty room, notifying Taehyung of a message. After the initial shock of the sound, he reached for the phone that lay forgotten on his cedar nightstand, checking excitedly in case there was a message from his mysteriously icy lover. It was not. But the person in question still brought a smile to his face.
Little Bunny: You haven't come home in a while, any visits planned?
Jungkook's baby sister. He adored the little rascal, had watched her grow from awkward poses at first day sendoffs at her local elementary school, to now being a cool teenager who refused to go through her overdue teenage angst phase. Taehyung himself had no siblings, and he never experienced the fine thread between absolute adoration and constant havoc of siblings. So, the stereotype never made sense to him. Why would siblings hate one another? He loved his boyfriend's like it was his own. Perhaps the name could be misinterpreted to some, but it was nothing that wouldn't make sense after a simple explanation. As he was about to reply, fingertips hovering over the keyboard, he heard the telltale sound of his front door opening and closing. His lover was home. Jungkook walked into the room in all his handsome glory, almost like he had stolen all the sunshine and taken it home after pouring it on his skin. He glanced at the older man on the bed, phone still in hand. Spared him a simple nod before shuffling to the bathroom. Taehyung heard nothing but the water running, droplets mocking him. Telling him that they got to touch Jungkook, and he did not. A talk was necessary. Very desperately so.
Taehyung put his phone down, having half a mind to remember that he had a message to reply to. He waited patiently for Jungkook to shower. He failed to realize his own exhaustion catching up to him once again, the sudden heaviness on his eyelids apparently not an obvious enough indicator.
The younger male walked into the room a mere couple of minutes later. He was met with the most beautiful artwork ever known to man, tangled lazily with white sheets that contrasted with his God-kissed features and skin. He wore no more than casual clothes, and his face held no makeup, but this was the epitome of beauty to Jungkook. His features were both sharp and soft, the enticing contrast of beautiful and handsome. He knew he was being an asshole, and that his lover realized so as well. Taehyung was a romantic, he cared not for morning breath but for his kisses every morning, or for the smell of sweat after his runs or practices, immediately greeting him for a hug at the door. Jungkook had avoided all those things, making his stupor clear. The reason? Quite a childish one. He knew so, too. But he could not help the reaction his lack of knowledge elicited. Jungkook was more than aware that Taehyung would never cheat on him, he was sent from the heavens and crafted carefully so- with beautiful morals, and an even more gorgeous soul. They had been together since they understood the meaning of a relationship, regardless of how tough their careers could be. Six years and the love never died, unwavering, not constant. They were different things. Unwavering meant that the level and potency of their love remained, meeting new milestones and growing exponentially. Constant meant unchanging. Their love was unwavering. He was still jealous, he felt he was allowed to be.
Perhaps he had stared a moment too long, and his boyfriend, even in his moment of unconsciousness felt the magnetic stare. They met eyes, staring to make up for the time missed today. Drinking in constellations, losing themselves in black holes, greeting the supernovas with smiles. Jungkook, for all his jealousy, was never one to snap out of it first. He did this time. He could not afford the weakness that wrapped around him when it came to his lover, already losing himself to the love festering inside of him. He needed to figure out who 'Little Bunny' was, and why they thought stealing his most precious nickname from his most precious person was acceptable. He had to be stronger, gather his wits and prepare to resist Kim Taehyung and his undying charm.
Despite the need to know, and the mature monologue he had just put himself through, he felt that he would succumb to his adoration. And, in yet another childish act, he turned around and walked to the living room. Ignoring your feelings, go Jungkook. What a grown, matured man. Turning on the TV, and hyper fixating on the footsteps that followed him out- he readied himself for beauty in a person. He did not last long. Taehyung walked into the shared space, in all his glory, and stole all his attention simply by breathing. Jungkook had conflicting feelings about how deep down he was in his love for the man in front of him. He tried to keep his posture straight, attempting to appear nonchalance in front of his biggest weakness. He saw Taehyung lightly scoff and disappear behind him. His body instantly went rigid, knowing exactly the sequence of events about to take place. He had to steel up, wear his confusion and brattiness like an armor. His breath hitched all too obviously as a pair of arms wrapped around him, a familiar succession of breaths on his own neck.
"Baby, I need to talk to you." He heard the man's baritone voice speak to him, instantly causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin. Leaning over him, watching as the oversized shirt slipped off his left shoulder and momentarily losing all thoughts other than the skin tanned in front of him- he failed to see him reach for the remote and turn the TV off.
"About what? Don't you have someone better to talk to?" Realization dawned upon Taehyung's eyes at the cold tone, and suddenly there was annoyance in his eyes as well.
"I refuse to stop talking to your little sister, Jungkook. Please tell me you understand why that would be inappropriate in more ways than one." The aforementioned was shocked to hear his full name coming out of his boyfriend's pretty lips, not used to anything but a term of endearment. With that, and the understanding, his resolve crumbled.
He blushed scarlet at his own actions, comprehending just how much groveling it would take for his lover to accept his apology. He really had to stop jumping to conclusions, he was secure in his own relationship. He had been for so long, there was no other way to live. But he did have a serious problem with his sister for taking his nickname, and momentarily stealing his beauty's attention. He muttered apology after apology as soon as he registered it all, hoping for the best reaction. He knew better.
"I did not receive a good morning kiss, nor a welcome home hug. I thought something was genuinely wrong, I love you more than anything in the world and you should know that. It has been years of being together, and more before that of endless pining, come on, sweetheart." He said, a smile present on his face. Mischief accompanied that expression.
"She stole my nickname!"
- rewritten.
