Pastel Palette ㅡ Taekook

seventy-nine.

Just as promised, Taehyung showed up in front of Jeongguk's apartment early on a Saturday to pick Storm up for their weekend date.

Taehyung already told Jeongguk about his plans for today and as much as the latter wanted to join them, he can’t... and he won’t, because he still had a lot of things to think about, and being with Taehyung will definitely not help him.

When he reads the recent message Taehyung had sent him, saying that he's already outside their apartment, he immediately wipes his hands on the apron he’s wearing as he calls out to Storm who already sprinted towards his room after he had finished his breakfast.

“Stormy, Papa Tata’s here!”

“I’m almost done, daddy!” Storm’s shouts are muffled by the walls of his room but in order not to keep Taehyung waiting, he personally steps outside to welcome their guest.

He sees him, standing oh so beautiful on their doorstep, and the itch to touch, to hug, to kiss, is present all over Jeongguk's body. He had to keep his hands behind him, terrified that if he’ll let it loose, he’ll scare Taehyung away once more.

“Hey, Guk. Is Storm ready?” Jeongguk snaps out of it when Taehyung started talking. He clears his throat, blinks his eyes for a couple of times before answering.

“Uh, yeah. He’ll be down in a minute. Make yourself at home,” he says, gesturing for Taehyung to step inside.

Thank God Jeongguk cleaned everything yesterday so that he doesn’t have to worry about take-out boxes scattered all around the floor.

He knew how Taehyung doesn’t like messy places. Of course, he knows. He remembers everything now that his brain decided to function properly again.

“Do you want something to eat? Pancakes? Or how about a cup of coffee? Wait, I forgot you usually don’t drink coffee when it’s not from Yoongi’s... shop...”

The last word barely came out as a whisper. He realized he’s been rambling the moment he looks up to scan Taehyung’s face and the latter was already looking at him, eyebrows quirking in confusion.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble...” He mutters, staring at anything but the man in front of him. Taehyung was about to say something but was cut off when Storm started running towards him, toppling him over with a big hug.

“Papa!” The kid squeals. Taehyung laughs at the enthusiasm and tries to sit up straight, pulling Storm with him. The kid is now nuzzling Taehyung’s chest, inhaling the comforting scent of the other.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Well, he couldn’t even sleep last night because he’s /that/ excited to see you,” Jeongguk comments, earning a whine from his own son.

“Come on. Let’s go, bud. I have a lot in store for you today,” Taehyung pats Storm on his butt signaling him to stand up so that they can go. Storm was quick enough to follow, lending a hand for Taehyung to take as he let his feet stand firm back on the ground.

“Daddy, why aren’t you dressed?”

“It’s just you and Papa for today, buddy. I have an important thing to do today but I’ll be waiting for you to come home tonight, okay?” Jeongguk crouches down to fix his son’s hair. Storm gives him a pout making it impossible for Jeongguk not to coo and give his son a smooch on both of his cheeks.

“I want you to enjoy, baby. Now give daddy a big hug so that you can go out now.” Storm does so, muttering a soft ‘Bye, daddy’ on Jeongguk's ears. He then pulls away and takes a step backward to hold Taehyung’s hand.