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♠ Present: March 31st 2029 ♠
Taehyung was driving back home. He just left a party his family had thrown in Daegu for him in celebration of his new movie and now he was on the way to his house in Seoul. Taehyung cherished his family and appreciated the lovely gesture, but duty called, so he had to leave instead of spending the night with them.
Since he had been discharged from the army, he found himself thrust into the limelight. Bang PD had been waiting anxiously for him to release a solo album that had been in the making for years. There were also several endorsement deals and main roles in dramas. In brief, Taehyung’s schedule was filled to the brim; something that was supposed to make him happy that he was still in demand, but it didn’t.
As he stopped at the traffic, waiting for the green light, he couldn’t help but admit to himself that he was sad and lonely. It was a feeling that had crawled inside of him years ago and remained nestled there, refusing to leave no matter how hard Taehyung tried or how many people he surrounded himself with. He was just that…sad and lonely.
And it was all because of one single person.
Taehyung had kept in touch with the boys after BTS disbanded, before he enlisted. They had already finished with their duty and were busy with their solo projects, so by the time it was Taehyung’s turn, they decided it was a wise decision to disband. They remained signed under Big Hit and stayed in contact. The boys even threw him a party to celebrate the success of his last film before his own family did, but there was one person missing from the entire picture.
Jungkook just didn’t want anything to do with him and Taehyung, to this day, ached over it because he had no idea why.
All he remembered was that Jungkook had started ignoring him a few months prior of his enlisting and when he got discharged he met up with Bangtan except him. Then, Jungkook went on to enlist himself and Taehyung never saw him again. He tried to reach out to him, but all his attempts fell on deaf ears. Jungkook didn’t want to have anything with him anymore. Thus why Taehyung felt lonely and heartbroken.
Lonely because Jungkook left a void in his life that no one could fill and heartbroken because Jungkook’s decision to cut him off made him realize that he had missed his chance at happiness. He took for granted their moments together, choosing to bide his time to do something about the longing he carried within him, but by the time he had decided to act on it, Jungkook was gone.
Now he had no one to blame his misery on but himself.
If only he could go back in time and fix it.
So lost in thoughts, he didn’t see the van driving towards him until it was too late. By the time Taehyung whirled right to avoid the clash, there was a big tree on the way that his car ended up colliding against.
The seatbelt and air bag saved him from getting thrown out of the car, but he still hit his head against his side window.
He passed out before help arrived.
♠ Future: March 31st 2035 ♠
Taehyung woke up, sprawled on his stomach across a bed, body heavy, head aching. He lay there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemon in his mouth. When he opened his eyes, the room span wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closed them again, breathing in and out until he felt less like he might throw up.
When he opened his eyes it was to take in the room he was in. Last thing he remembered was his accident, so he was expecting to wake up at the hospital. This room, however, looked nothing like it.
It had a plush king sized bed that was lavishly decorated. It was huge and looked expensive with soft to the touch sheets and a thick warm blanket. There were abstract looking paintings hanging on the wall across from him, along photographs he couldn’t see clearly, and a huge flat screen.
He was about to sit straight to check his surrounding better when he sensed a movement behind him. Rolling around to see, he almost got a whiplash.
It was Jungkook, it couldn’t be anyone else, but it wasn’t the Jungkook he remembered. This Jungkook was older.
Okay, did he hit his head real bad that he was imagining Jungkook next to him now? Maybe he was in coma and this was his fantasy? Yeah, it made sense that Jungkook would make an appearance. Taehyung missed him like hell, so it was natural his mind would conjure Jungkook up.
“Wow,” Taehyung breathed out as he leaned over Jungkook, who was still sound asleep, unfazed by Taehyung’s dilemma. Taehyung took it as a chance to ogle to his heart content after years of drought. “He looks real,” he lifted his hand and caressed Jungkook’s cheek with his fingers. “He feels real,” he was fascinated by this fantasy world he was sent to. “He’s so beautiful,” his heart ached with longing like it did every time he thought of Jungkook, but now he had the man with him, so it was tenfold.
Before he could stop himself, and since this was his fantasy, he slipped an arm under Jungkook’s head and wrapped the other around Jungkook’s waist to cuddle him. He moaned in delight when he breathed in Jungkook’s soft hair, inhaling his delicious smell.
This was heaven.
Taehyung then decided to take advantage before Jungkook woke up to kick him out. Unless this fantasy Jungkook would comply with his desires. Anyway, Taehyung started planting soft kisses all over Jungkook’s face and whatever space on his neck he could reach.
“Hmmm,” Jungkook suddenly stirred and Taehyung froze. Holding his breath in anticipation, he watched as Jungkook took his time opening his eyes, yawning and then catching him staring. “Tae,”
Taehyung’s heart dropped to his feet at the sound of his name coming out of Jungkook’s luscious lips. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, how he missed him!
“Y-Yes,” He stuttered.
Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise, and before Taehyung could react, Jungkook tackled him back on the bed.
“When did you come home? Why didn’t you wake me up? Wow, I can’t believe I hadn’t sensed you come home last night. You should have woken me up.”
Taehyung was beyond confused. What was Jungkook talking about? “I’m sorry,” he offered feebly.
Jungkook pulled back to look at him. “Aww, baby, it’s nothing. I just wanted to welcome you back home. I hadn’t seen you in a month.”
“Really?” Taehyung, still confused, decided to play along. “D-Did you miss me?”
Jungkook scoffed. “Do you even need to ask?”
Taehyung gulped when Jungkook leaned over him till their lips were touching. “I miss you more than you can imagine. A second away from you is hell for me. I can’t live without you, Taehyung. You’re my life.”
Taehyung pursed his lips tightly. This wasn’t heaven anymore. This was hell. This was torture. How was he going to survive? Jungkook was all over him, telling him what he longed for years to hear and be able to say back.
“I missed you more, Guk,” He said truthfully. “Being without you has been hell.”
“Aww, baby,” Jungkook cooed. “I’m here now. You’re here now. How long before work calls again?”
Taehyung shrugged in response since he had no idea what work was.
“So, we’ll take advantage of every second we have together,” Jungkook leaned into him again and captured Taehyung’s lips in a soft kiss.
Taehyung’s entire being responded. He felt time stood still as he finally got a chance to taste those luscious lips. Damn, but he was going to die.
He might have groaned loud because Jungkook pulled back to smile softly at him before pressing their lips together again. Taehyung responded eagerly, allowing his senses to calm as he encircled his arms around Jungkook’s waist.
“I missed you, Guk. I missed you so much.” Taehyung said huskily.
Jungkook shivered and he arched into Taehyung’s body. “Taehyung,” he whispered with difficulty, desperately, when a hot mouth started to worship his skin, starting with butterfly kisses on his neck.
“You smell so good,” Taehyung growled. “How did I survive all those years without you?” he breathed along Jungkook’s skin.
Jungkook pulled back, frowning. “Years? Tae, we hadn’t seen each other in a month. What do you mean?”
Taehyung had no idea what Jungkook meant by a month, but again he decided to play along. “A month felt like years to me.”
“Taehyung,” Jungkook cooed before he groaned when Taehyung continued kissing his skin. “God,” he moaned in pleasure when Taehyung’s hands moved to cup his ass. “Please!” he pleaded.
Just as Taehyung was about to flip them over to have his way with him, soft whimpers echoed throughout the room. Jungkook stiffened on top of him before he pulled back to sit up straight.
“N-No,” Taehyung protested and grabbed his arm to pull him back, but Jungkook chuckled and brushed him off.
“We can’t now,” Jungkook stood up and put on a hoodie he picked from the floor. “She’s up,” he pointed to the monitor placed on the bedside.
Taehyung sat up straight, looking confused. “Huh?”
Jungkook leaned over to give him a kiss before he headed for the door. “I’ll go check on her. Freshen up and join me downstairs, baby, okay?” And with that he walked away, leaving Taehyung more confused than ever.
What was going on? His fantasy was supposed to have him and Jungkook making out and even doing the do, but suddenly his fantasy got a plot. Was he really dreaming or there was more than meets the eye? He suddenly pinched himself to check only to wince in pain. It was real. He was real. Everything happening now was real. But how? How did he end up with Jungkook in bed, kissing him and touching him all over when he hadn’t seen the man in years? Just earlier in his car he was crying over Jungkook cutting him off of his life and now he was all over him.
Feeling the start of another headache, Taehyung decided to follow Jungkook downstairs like he told him, maybe then he would get a clear answer. Standing up, he caught his reflection in the mirror and got another shock. He was only clad in sweatpants, but it was the sight of him that baffled him. He was himself, but not really. He looked older, leaner, more muscled and he had a tattoo above his heart; three names written in cursive with dates next to them. Stepping closer to the mirror to see, Taehyung’s throat dried at what he saw.
He had Jungkook’s name and birthdate tattooed on him, but who were the other two?
“Taehyung, hurry up!”
He suddenly jerked when Jungkook called him, so he quickly grabbed a hoodie he found on the floor next to the bed, washed up and then rushed out of the room, seeking his lover. It wasn’t difficult to locate him. The house was big, but Taehyung managed joining him in the kitchen just fine.
“Guk,” He called once he stepped into the room and found Jungkook near the counter.
Jungkook turned and Taehyung felt his knees wobble he almost fell if it weren’t for him grabbing the wall near him fast.
“Look who’s here,” Jungkook addressed the bundle he was holding in his arms. “It’s daddy.”
Taehyung swallowed hard, looking shocked, as Jungkook approached him. Fuck. Oh my fucking god. Was this real?
“She missed you,” Jungkook smiled down gently at the baby before he looked at Taehyung. “Hold her while I make breakfast.”
And before Taehyung could reply he had his arms full with the small girl. “Jungkook, I…I don’t…,” he protested because he had no idea or experience how to handle a baby, but as Jungkook hadn’t heard him and started working on their meal, Taehyung couldn’t help but hold the baby, glancing down to see her.
And double fuck.
She was the most beautiful baby he had ever seen. She looked at him in wonder. Taehyung’s heart exploded in his ribcage.
“She’s so cute,” he breathed out.
Jungkook chuckled near the stove. “Of course she is. She’s our daughter after all.”
At this, Taehyung’s knees wobbled again, but he was quick to recover since he had a baby in his arms, so he made his way to the kitchen table and sat down. The baby girl kept her eyes on him the entire time and Taehyung felt tears well up in his eyes. “Daughter,” his voice went a little high pitched. Oh my fucking God!
“She’s the cutest ever,” Jungkook cooed at the baby as he passed by on his way to the fridge. “Our little Jisoo.” He placed a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead, who babbled in response, before he did the same to Taehyung and then grabbed whatever he needed from the fridge.
Jisoo. The baby’s name was Jisoo. There went the second name of his tattoo. He had Jungkook’s and Jisoo’s names and birthdates tattooed on his heart. That meant a lot. But who was the third?
Not a second passed with the thought that the family heard footsteps of someone walking down the stairs.
“Easy there,” Jungkook shouted out to whoever was coming.
“Is daddy back?” a young boy finally made an appearance into the kitchen. Taehyung’s breath caught when the boy saw him and ran towards him. “Daddy!”
Holy fucking shit was all Taehyung could think at this stage.
“Haneul, take it easy,” Jungkook warned as he poured something into a pan. “Your daddy has Jisoo in his arms.”
“Sorry, papa,” Haneul apologized and looked back at Taehyung. “Daddy?”
Taehyung finally recovered, feeling guilty for leaving the boy hanging. “I’m here, baby,” he held out his hand to the boy who took it and then wrapped his little arms around Taehyung’s neck.
“Here, put Jisoo down and hold the brat properly,” Jungkook placed a baby chair next to them.
Taehyung obeyed and placed Jisoo inside. He was in awe because she was docile. She didn’t even protest when he put her down. Haneul on the other was growing impatient and needed his daddy’s attention. Taehyung finally took pity on him and picked him up. “I’m here, baby,” he then hugged him, feeling a whimper threatening to come out when Haneul hugged him back.
“I missed you, daddy,”
“I missed you more, baby,” Taehyung closed his eyes, cherishing the contact. This was his son, his eldest son, and the third name he had tattooed on his heart. “I’m here, baby. I’m sorry for being away.”
“It’s okay, daddy,” Haneul placed his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. “You’re here now.”
“I’m here now,” Taehyung repeated, but for how long? This was just a fantasy, wasn’t it? It was only a matter of time before he woke up and went back to his old life, his miserable life where he didn’t have his beautiful Jungkook and his beautiful babies.
“This was the longest time we separated,” Jungkook commented while he started serving breakfast. “Normally, we go with you, but we couldn’t this time.”
Taehyung wanted to ask where they were now since it wasn’t Seoul, what he did in life, if he was still an idol or had quit, what Jungkook did in life and if he was still an idol or quit. His mind was going crazy with questions and possibilities, but he was scared to ask and ruin it. This universe was so beautiful. Taehyung didn’t want to part with it.
“She’s so docile,” he commented, smiling at Jisoo who was babbling and biting at the toy he handed her.
“She is,” Jungkook beamed. “She never cries and she sleeps enough. We’re blessed to have her. Haneul gave us grey hair, but he’s fine now. He’s a lamb compared to some 3 years old he’s classmates with in the kindergarten.”
So, Haneul was three years old. Jisoo looked like she was six months, Taehyung noted. How long since he and Jungkook had been together? Looking down at his hand, he noticed a band on his ring finger. It didn’t shock him in the least. Now he just wondered how long since he and Jungkook had been married.
“Okay, I’m done,” Jungkook announced, motioning for the delicious plates he finished serving on the table. “Haneul, go take your seat,” The boy obeyed instantly, Taehyung watching him in awe. “Dig in, baby,” Jungkook smiled as he sat down next to him before he served Haneul and then started feeding Jisoo.
Taehyung couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He looked so at ease, looking after the three of them with a beautiful smile on his face. Whatever universe this was, Jungkook was happy with it. Taehyung’s heart soared. He wanted it so bad, but how to. Back in his universe, Jungkook wasn’t part of it anymore. Was it too late to go after Jungkook, win him over then marry the shit out of him before they had these beautiful children? Was he hoping too much?
“Tae,” Jungkook called him, bringing him back to earth. “What’s wrong, my love?”
Taehyung shook his head. “Nothing. I’m just happy.” He said truthfully.
Jungkook beamed and went back to feeding Jisoo.
After breakfast, Taehyung took charge of cleaning the dishes while Jungkook changed Jisoo’s diaper. Haneul sat in the living room watching cartoons. When Taehyung finished, he joined him. Haneul moved instantly to sit on his lap. Taehyung smiled and wrapped his arms around him, cocooning him.
“Can we play soccer after we watch this cartoon?” Haneul asked eagerly.
Taehyung waited till he left a long kiss on his temple to answer. “Anything for you, baby.”
“You’re spoiling him,” Jungkook commented, back with Jisoo. He put her on a blanket they had on the floor, handed her a stuffed toy before he sat down next to Taehyung.
“He’s our son,” Taehyung justified as if that explained everything.
Jungkook chuckled. “You’re so whipped for them,”
“For you, too, you know,” Taehyung smirked.
Jungkook smirked back. “Oh, I know that just fine. I got you wrapped around my finger.”
Taehyung didn’t mind at all. “I-“
He was interrupted when suddenly a phone rang somewhere in the house.
“That’s yours,” Jungkook stood up. “I’ll get it for you. Stay with the kids.”
He didn’t take long to come back.
“It’s Jimin,” he handed Taehyung the device.
Taehyung didn’t know what to expect when he accepted Jimin’s facetime call.
“Hey, man,” Jimin’s face greeted him.
And wow, his best friend never looked this handsome and mature. “Hey,”
“Did you make it home safely?” Jimin wondered.
“I did,” Taehyung confirmed, turning the phone towards Jungkook and the kids.
“Hey, Chim,” Jungkook greeted.
“Guk,” Jimin said brightly. “You look amazing.”
“You facetimed me yesterday,” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I didn’t change much.”
Jimin cackled. “You didn’t have Taehyung back with you. Now you do, and you’re glowing, man.”
Jungkook flushed. “Whatever!”
Taehyung watched the exchange with a soft smile on his face.
“Uncle Chim,” Haneul suddenly appeared in the screen. “Hi,”
“Awww,” Jimin melted. “Hi, Haneul. How are you, baby?”
“I’m fine, uncle Chim,” Haneul replied. “I’m watching Minions right now.”
“Have fun then, baby,” Jimin beamed. “And be a good boy to your parents. I’ll give you an amazing reward when I see you soon.”
Haneul’s face lit up. “I love your rewards, uncle Chim.”
Jimin laughed. “I know that, so be a good boy.”
Haneul nodded eagerly. “Bye, uncle Chim.”
“Bye, baby,” Jimin waved at him. “He’s a wonderful boy,” he said when Taehyung’s face appeared on screen. Jungkook rested his head on Taehyung’s shoulder to look at him as well. “Where is the lady of the house?”
“Playing with her toys on the floor,” Jungkook replied. “Look!” he grabbed the phone from Taehyung and showed Jisoo.
Jimin cooed. “She’s so precious,”
The parents beamed in pride.
“You got the perfect family,” Jimin pouted. “I envy the shit out of you, guys.”
“You can always grow a backbone and ask Yoongi out,” Jungkook said knowingly. “You’re forty, for god’s sake. You’re growing old. And he is as well. Why waste time when you can have each other?” Jimin wanted to protest, but Jungkook wasn’t having any of it. “You two are still in love. The break up was a mistake, so do something. Look at me and Taehyung. We made it. You can as well.”
“I want nothing more than to marry Yoongi and have a dozen of kids with him,” Jimin admitted with a sigh.
“He doesn’t know it,” Jungkook countered. “He thinks you’re done with him. You’re keeping it professional for the sake of the business, but it’s not fair when you’re still in love.”
Jimin nodded. “You’re right,”
Taehyung throughout the whole exchange was doing the math in his head, and holy shit, he was in 2035. He was forty now, married with two kids, and apparently Jimin and Yoongi had dated each other at some point but broke up later. Now Jimin was pining and craved what he and Jungkook had. Wow.
“Go for it, man,” Jungkook urged again. “You’re missing out on so much. Don’t you want Yoongi eating out of the palm of your hand?” he hinted at Taehyung.
This latter didn’t take long to catch up. “Hey,” he protested, causing Jungkook and Jimin to laugh. “I’m not that whipped for you,”
Jimin scoffed. “That’s the joke of the century. Jungkook has you on a leash, man. You just can’t tell him no and you just can’t stay away from him. This month you spent here in Seoul shooting for your new drama was torture to both of us; you because you were away from your family and me because you didn’t stop whining about how much you missed them. It was sweet at first but got so annoying as time went on.”
Taehyung flushed, having a feeling he was that bad. Jungkook had always had him whipped and now with Haneul and Jisoo in the picture, he was gone beyond repair.
“Anyway, I need to go back to work,” Jimin said. “I just called to check on you.”
“Don’t call for work,” Jungkook pleaded. “At least for a month or something.”
Jimin nodded. “Don’t worry. He’s done shooting. You can have your man with you to your heart’s content.”
Jungkook smiled in satisfaction. “That’s awesome,”
Taehyung couldn’t help leaning to place a kiss on the side of his mouth. Jimin acted as if he was going to throw up.
“And it’s time to go,” he rushed to say. “Bye, guys. I love you.”
“We love you, too,” Taehyung replied and ended the call. He turned to Jungkook and was about to say something when the man cupped his face and kissed him passionately. Taehyung reciprocated with all his being.
When Jungkook pulled back to breathe, he placed his head on Taehyung’s shoulder and sighed in content. “I love you,” he closed his eyes as he wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s waist.
“I love you, too,” Taehyung replied and meant it.
The rest of the day passed in a bliss. After lunch, they moved to the garden where Taehyung and Haneul played a soccer match while Jungkook and Jisoo watched them. It turned out that Jungkook and Taehyung lived in a big house which meant that whatever they were working in, they could afford the luxury.
For dinner, they decided to go out, and that was when Taehyung realized they weren’t living in Korea. They were in New York.
“We can’t stay out for long,” Jungkook commented as he fed Jisoo. Haneul was sitting next to Taehyung across from them. “Haneul has school tomorrow, so he needs to sleep early.”
Taehyung hummed and wiped Haneul’s chin when some sauce dripped from his lips. He smiled when Haneul said his thanks. What a well-mannered boy. Taehyung couldn’t believe how lucky and proud he was.
When they made it back home, Jungkook announced that he needed to shower, so Taehyung offered to put the kids to sleep.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook hesitated by the bathroom door.
Taehyung nodded. “Just go. I’ll be fine.”
Jungkook smiled and left. Taehyung started with Haneul. He held Jisoo in his arms while monitoring Haneul brushing his teeth and then he put her on the bed while he changed Haneul into his sleeping pajama.
“Can you read me a story, daddy?” Haneul asked once he slipped under the covers.
“Of course, baby,” Taehyung picked one of the books in the small library they had in the room before he slipped under the covers with Jisoo in his arms. He was thankful for his precious girl who didn’t throw a fuss at all. On the contrary, she remained calm in his arms while he read the story to Haneul. This latter didn’t take long to doze off. Taehyung watched him with a fond look on his features before he leaned in to give him a kiss on his temple.
“Good night, my precious baby. I love you so much.” He whispered and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Next was Jisoo, so he walked to her room, changed her nappy and then put her in her crib. He sighed in happiness as he looked at her. He kissed her forehead then covered her to her waist with the small blanket before he fixed a few fluffy toys around the corners. He placed his hand carefully on her stomach as he gazed down on her chubby little face and thin pouty lips.
“My daughter,” he murmured lovingly. “My baby girl.” He smiled when he noticed Jisoo dozing off. “Sleep well, my angel.”
“I hope she sleeps through the night,”
Taehyung didn’t jump when Jungkook wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered that in his ear. Instead, he sighed in content and leaned into the embrace. “I hope that too,”
Jungkook nuzzled his face into Taehyung’s neck. “You feel amazing in my arms.”
“So do you,” Taehyung titled his head to give Jungkook more access.
“And you smell delicious,” Jungkook kissed Taehyung all over his jaw and then he tilted his head so that he could kiss his lips. “God, I’m so happy.”
Taehyung turned and wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck. “Really?”
Jungkook nodded. “I have you and our kids are healthy. Of course I’m so damn happy.”
Taehyung smiled and picked him up. Jungkook was quick to wrap his legs around his waist, laughing in delight. “Let’s go to bed.”
Jungkook hummed and hid his face in Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung didn’t take long to get them to their bedroom before he placed Jungkook on the bed and laid on top of him, but instead of kissing him like Jungkook expected, he simply laid his head on Jungkook’s shoulder and closed his eyes in content.
“This is heaven,” he confessed. “Being in your arms is certainly what heaven feels like.”
“I feel the same, my love,” Jungkook whispered gently.
“Can I ask you something?” Taehyung said as he drew the covers over their bodies before he took his previous position.
“Anything, baby,” Jungkook wrapped his arms tightly around Taehyung’s body.
“If I ask you to tell me the most important moments we had experienced together, what could they be?” Taehyung needed to know. His curiosity was killing him.
“Every moment spent together is important,” Jungkook started. “How can I choose? Hmm, but I’ll indulge you.”
Taehyung held his breath, waiting.
“So, first moment would definitely be when we got together,” Jungkook started. “As much as I don’t want to think of that motherfucking rookie, I must say that if it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t be here.”
Taehyung frowned. What rookie?
“We don’t speak of him in this house, so moving on,” Jungkook continued. “Second moment would be when you proposed to me right after you got discharged from the military. It was magical and I’ll never get over it.”
Taehyung wanted to ask how it went, but he decided to just listen so as not to blow his cover.
“Third moment is when we came here to get married,” Jungkook said. “We decided on civil and then we had that small party back home with our family and the boys. Just beautiful.” He sighed dreamily.
If only Taehyung knew what Jungkook was talking about.
“And then the next moment is when we decided to settle down here after we decided on having Haneul,” Jungkook recalled with another sigh. “We could bear living in Seoul, pretending that we were just friends who shared a house, but we refused to keep lying and bring up kids in a homophobic environment, so leaving it all behind to come here was the best decision.”
Taehyung had to agree. It wouldn’t have been wise to have kids in Korea. Hiding their marriage, yes, but having kids, impossible.
“Our marriage isn’t legal there, let alone having kids,” Jungkook continued. “So, coming here and buying this house to have Haneul and Jisoo proved to be the perfect solution. We had never been happier, Tae.”
Taehyung knew that. He may not know those moments Jungkook was telling him about, but judging by what he had witnessed today, he could deduce on his own that he was so happy being married to Jungkook and bringing up Haneul and Jisoo together.
“Last moment that I can think of is when you became a full time actor under the label Jimin started with Yoongi,” Jungkook muttered. “Owning their own label, even if it’s still under Big Hit, allowed them to recruit the best idols and actors in the industry nowadays.”
Oh, Taehyung thought. So, he had decided to focus on an acting career. That was good. “What about you? Don’t you miss being an idol?”
Jungkook chuckled. “Are you kidding me? Deciding to quit and look after our brats was the best decision ever. I’d trade the world for them.”
Taehyung’s heart warmed in happiness.
“I do some photography on the side as a freelance,” Jungkook continued, “But I’m happy with looking after the kids. I don’t miss the limelight at all.”
“I’m glad to know you don’t regret leaving it all behind,” Taehyung admitted and titled his head to look at him.
Jungkook looked back, cupping his jaw gently. “It got me you and our beautiful babies, so of course I wouldn’t regret it. I love you, Tae. I would give up the world for you.”
Taehyung’s eyes welled up, so he tilted his head to kiss Jungkook and hide it. Jungkook kissed him back instantly and the two made out for what seemed like forever.
“I love you, too, baby,” Taehyung confessed and rested his head on Jungkook’s shoulder before he closed his eyes and prayed to all deities to keep him in this universe because he wouldn’t bear the thought of living anywhere else.
♠ Present: March 31st 2029 ♠
White. Everything seemed white and clean. The burning of antiseptic wafted into his nose, making the hair on the back on his neck stand to attention.
Taehyung gradually became aware that he was in a bed, but he didn’t open his eyes just yet. He wanted to figure out where he was first. He heard the low beeping of a machine at his side and the sound of his own breathing through the mask. He felt at the sheets; they were woven plastic and with that he knew exactly where he was.
He was at the hospital.
He felt strange, heavy, as if he had been asleep for a long time. The last thing he remembered was sleeping with Jungkook. Now, he felt kind of…fuzzy, as if he had been an outsider looking in through a foggy, obscured window. Blinking rapidly against the bright room, Taehyung groaned out loud.
He was about to try and sit up when he heard steps draw closer, finally pausing outside of the open door, the sound of voices drifting in.
“Please, tell me the truth. Is he going to be alright? Please, I-“
Taehyung’s heart skipped because that definitely was Jungkook’s voice.
“We can’t tell until he wakes up, Jeon-ssi,” Another voice interrupted Jungkook. “And speaking of that, I need to go check on him.”
“Yes, of course, I-” Jungkook was cut off again when he looked behind the doctor’s shoulder and spotted Taehyung wide awake and watching their exchange. “Oh my God, doctor, he’s up.”
The doctor turned around and noticed that it was indeed true. “You stay here, Jeon-ssi, until I finish examining him.” He stopped Jungkook as he was making his way inside the room.
Jungkook pursed his lips tightly but obeyed. Taehyung kept his eyes on him the entire time until the doctor stepped in and closed the door behind him.
“I’m glad you’re finally up, Taehyung-ssi,” he said as he approached the bed.
“How long since I’ve been out?” Taehyung asked after the doctor removed his mask.
“Seven to eight hours,” The doctor said. “The anesthesia effect had worn off, so it was only on your body to wake up and it took that much. You looked like you had fallen into a brief state of coma.”
I woke up in what I can only assume was an alternative universe of my future, Taehyung wanted to say, but he knew he would sound crazy, so he kept to himself as the doctor examined his vitals, checking him from head to toe, asking him questions to make sure he hadn’t lost his memory due to the clash with the car window. Taehyung was glad he only had a mild concussion; something a few days of rest would heal.
“You seem to be doing alright,” The doctor confessed. “You’re lucky you had your seatbelt on and the air bag came out instantly after the crash. You’ll stay with us for a few days for supervision before I sign you off to go home.”
Taehyung just hummed his response.
“Since you’re up now, you won’t need this,” the doctor removed his oxygen mask. “You can breathe on your own.” Again, Taehyung hummed. “I’ll go now and check on you later. If you need anything, just press the buzzer and a nurse will come help you. Do you think you’re okay to see visitors? Jeon-ssi had been here for hours, worrying over you.”
“Send him in, please,” Taehyung pleaded.
The doctor nodded and walked away to allow Jungkook in.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook sounded frantic when he stepped inside.
Taehyung’s eyes welled up instantly with tears while he held out his hand for Jungkook to take. This latter was on him fast, holding it tightly in his own.
“How do you feel? I came here as soon as I heard. The guys are out of the country, but they’re coming as soon as possible. Can you hear me? You seem out of it. Taehyung?”
Taehyung’s response was to draw Jungkook closer until he was hovering over him before he brought their lips together in a kiss. Jungkook stiffened in surprise, but as Taehyung probed his lips with his tongue, he was quick to open his mouth and let Taehyung’s tongue slide against his. It felt like the most natural thing on earth despite not seeing each other for years. Taehyung didn’t know how he survived without Jungkook, what a fool he was to let him go easily.
Much to his chagrin, Jungkook was the first to pull away to breathe. “W-What are you d-doing?”
“Something that I should have done a long time ago,” Taehyung admitted.
Jungkook’s glance turned cold suddenly. “No. No, Taehyung. No.”
“Jungkook,” Taehyung pleaded and grabbed his hand.
“No, Taehyung,” Jungkook pulled his hand free. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t not see me for years and then go and do this.”
“You were the one who cut me off,” Taehyung protested because he wasn’t the only one to blame. “I tried and tried to contact you, but you rejected all my attempts. What was I supposed to do?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you,” Jungkook moved to stand up.
Taehyung grabbed his arm quickly. “You’re not going anywhere till you tell me what I did wrong to deserve such a treatment.”
Jungkook turned to look at him and Taehyung registered the look in his eyes; it was one that reached inside of him and twisted his soul.
“Fuck, Guk, what did I do?”
“God, stop looking at me like this,” Jungkook cursed but still moved his hand up to touch Taehyung’s cheek.
Taehyung quickly grabbed his wrist in an iron grip and held him there. Jungkook made no effort to pull away this time. They stared into each other’s eyes for so long until Jungkook replied.
“You led me on for years, Taehyung,” he finally explained. “I was so in love with you, so in love I couldn’t see straight. And like a fool I believed you felt the same. After all, the way you looked at me, touched me, treated me told me that you felt something. But I was just deluding myself.”
“You weren’t, Guk,” Taehyung held Jungkook’s gaze, his lower lip trembling a little. “I felt so much for you.”
Jungkook bowed his head. “No,”
Taehyung instantly moved to hold Jungkook’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, pushing Jungkook’s gaze to meet his own. “I felt so much for you, but I was stupid to take you for granted. I thought I would always have you around and that’s why I didn’t act on my feelings for you. I don’t know what I was waiting for, to be honest. And before I could stop it, you decided that you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
“March 31st,” Jungkook uttered suddenly. “Ironically, it’s today.”
Taehyung frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I was planning to confess, Taehyung,” Jungkook explained. “I was sick and tired of us tiptoeing around each other, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and confess. I was expecting you to confess back and then we would start dating. What I wasn’t expecting was to find you getting serviced in the toilets by some rookie.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened. “W-What, what are you talking about?”
Jungkook smiled sadly. “I’ll never get the image of him kneeling in front of you out of my head. I knew then the joke was on me. I knew then everything I felt was one-sided and you were only leading me on, so I left and never looked back.”
What rookie? The question sounded familiar and it quickly dawned on Taehyung because future Jungkook said something about a rookie who he refused to talk about. However, unlike the future universe in which the rookie was the reason the two got together, here, in this universe, that motherfucking rookie was the reason the two fell apart.
If only Taehyung could remember him.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Jungkook said and stood up. “I’m over it. I had moved on and I don’t want to talk about this again.”
Taehyung answered by bringing Jungkook to him again before he captured his lips in another kiss that Jungkook reciprocated instantly. Their mouths clung to one another, fingers clenched against fingers, palm-to-palm stretching to be close to each other. Jungkook responded with kisses so passionate and heartbreaking that Taehyung’s heart almost stopped, just from the rapture of having Jungkook in his arms.
He was so gone for the man. He needed Jungkook like no other. No one could come close to him, no one could replace him, no one could make him feel the way Jungkook was making him feel. It was the moment of completion that he had craved for years. His eyes watered from pure emotional release.
“Taehyung, please,” Jungkook whispered with difficulty against his lips as they reluctantly parted from the kisses.
“Don’t lie to yourself, Jungkook,” Taehyung shot. “You still love me. You rushing here to see me as soon as you heard about my accident and kissing me back just now prove it.”
“It doesn’t prove anything,” Jungkook denied. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It’s not something I woke up to today,” Taehyung confessed. “It’s something I had been carrying within me for years. You didn’t delude yourself, Jungkook. I was in love with you back when BTS was a thing. I’m still in love with you and I want you to give us a chance. Let’s put it all behind us. Let’s start over. I love you, Jungkook. I love you so much.”
“Don’t,” Jungkook whispered feebly, looking away from Taehyung. “Don’t say that. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“I mean it, Guk, I swear,” Taehyung insisted desperately. “I love you with all of my heart.”
“I can’t trust you with my heart, Taehyung,” Jungkook admitted. “I just can’t.”
“It’s not fair, Guk,” Taehyung argued. “You can’t hold something I don’t even remember doing against me. I don’t remember any fucking rookie or getting serviced by him. And if it happened, it didn’t mean anything because you owned my heart from the beginning. My only regret is that I didn’t do anything about it.”
“I can’t, Taehyung,” Jungkook said with finality. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
And with that, he walked away before Taehyung could say more. He bumped onto Jimin on the way out, but he rushed away, ignoring Jimin calling out for him.
“What happened?” Jimin shrieked when he saw Taehyung crying. “Oh my God, why are you crying? Did you two have a fight? But you hadn’t seen each other in years. What happened?”
Taehyung continued to cry, feeling his heart being torn apart. So much for thinking he could convince Jungkook to give them another chance.
“Oh, Tae,” Jimin whispered and rushed to hold him. “It’s okay. It’s going to be alright.”
It wasn’t, Taehyung knew that for sure. He had missed his chance. Jungkook didn’t want anything to do with him. It was over.
If only he could turn back time and confess to Jungkook before things went downhill.
Alas, that was impossible.
Or was it?
♠ Past: March 31st 2025♠
Taehyung woke up to Jimin knocking repeatedly on his door. He groaned and sat up straight, ready to tell him off, only to realize that he wasn’t at the hospital where he fell asleep, but he was in what looked like his old room in Bangtan dorm.
Wait, what?
“Taehyung,” Jimin burst into the room. “Oh, you’re up. Good. Good. Come on, stand up and get ready. We need to leave in thirty minutes.”
Taehyung gaped because what was going on right now. “Jimin,” he breathed out in disbelief.
Jimin didn’t notice his flustered state at all. “Come on, man. Get going!” And with that he walked out of the room.
Taehyung blinked before he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and that was when he realized where he was.
He was back to the past, back to when BTS was still a thing, back when…
Oh, God!
He quickly stood up, fumbled inside his closet for something to wear before he walked to the bathroom to freshen up and then he got ready and decided to join the boys in the living room where he could hear their commotion.
“Tae,” he froze in his steps when Jungkook walked out of his room and caught him. “Morning,” he sent his a soft smile.
Taehyung fought against his entire being not to march towards him and wrap him in the tightest hug ever. Fuck, but it was happening. He was given a second chance. This was it.
“Gukkie,” he whispered fondly, taking in a younger version of Jungkook but a breathtaking one nonetheless. “Morning,”
“I can’t believe you’re up,” Jungkook teased. “I was expecting you to throw a fuss.”
“Jimin barged into the room and didn’t leave till I woke up,” Taehyung replied.
“Typical Jimin,” Jungkook chuckled.
I can’t resist anymore, Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s arm to pull him into a hug.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook sounded confused at first but melted into Taehyung instantly. “Taehyung,” he sighed into his neck.
Taehyung closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “Jungkook,”
“Taehyung, I need to tell you something,” Jungkook whispered in his ear.
Taehyung’s heart dropped. This was it, what present Jungkook told him. He was going to confess to him and Taehyung was so ready for it, dying to hear it, because he planned to confess back. Nothing would ruin this moment.
“Yes?” he prompted.
Jungkook pulled back to look at him. Taehyung noticed him biting his lip nervously.
“You can tell me anything, you know that,” he smiled in encouragement. Come on, baby, say it, so that I tell you how much I love you back.
“There you are,” Hoseok came out of nowhere, ruining the moment. “Breakfast is ready. Come. We need to leave as soon as possible.”
“No, Jungkook and I-“
“It’s okay, Tae,” Jungkook interrupted Taehyung’s protests. “We’ll talk after Inkigayo, okay?”
Taehyung, stung, could do nothing but nod. Jungkook looked as disappointed, but duty called and they could do nothing about it.
Breakfast and then their performance at Inkigayo passed in a blur for Taehyung. His body was on auto pilot; his mind and his heart were with Jungkook. He couldn’t wait till they sat down to talk. He was getting angsty over it, and it got worse when he sought said man in the dressing room only to find him nowhere to be seen.
“Where is Jungkook?” He asked Jimin once he got his make-up removed and changed into his regular clothes.
Jimin shrugged. “I have no idea. I saw him last with Hobi-hyung.”
Taehyung sought Hoseok instantly. “Hyung, where is Jungkook?”
Hoseok shrugged as well. “I don’t know where he went, but he was here not even two minutes ago and he was looking for you.”
Taehyung groaned.
“Do you need him for something?”
Taehyung shook his head. He didn’t want anyone to know, at least not now. “Nothing important. I’ll go now to the restroom. If he comes back, tell him I’m looking for him as well.”
Hoseok nodded and Taehyung, satisfied, walked away. He quickly did his business in the bathroom and was about to go back to the boys when he was pushed against the sinks out of nowhere.
“What-“
“I’m sorry, sunbaenim,” a boy said desperately, holding on to Taehyung’s biceps. “I can’t keep it inside of me anymore. I like you so much and I’d like it if you gave me a chance.”
Taehyung was frozen in shock.
“Please, Taehyung sunbaenim,” the guy, who Taehyung recognized as one member of a rookie which debuted a few weeks ago, pleaded. “I admired you for years. I decided to become an idol because of you. You’re my role model.”
“Okay, you’re freaking me out right now,” Taehyung had suddenly a sense of déjà vu. He felt like he had seen this guy before, like he had been through this scene before.
And suddenly it clicked.
This was the motherfucking rookie. Taehyung remembered him. He remembered now that he was assaulted, but he also remembered rejecting him. So, how come present Jungkook told him he caught them together?
Not even a second passed before the rookie suddenly dropped to his knees and got his hand on Taehyung’s belt.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Taehyung was crept out of his mind. “Get the fuck away from me!” He grabbed his hair to pull him away.
“Please, sunbaenim, I-“
Just as he was about to answer, he sensed a movement out of the doorway, but unlike the past experience in which he kept looking at the rookie, this time he looked up and caught sight of Jungkook’s crestfallen face, something he missed before and it cost him everything.
“Jungkook,” he whispered.
Jungkook shook his head and turned to leave but not before Taehyung saw a tear escape his eyes.
“Fuck,” he moved to follow him.
“Sunbaenim,” the rookie started, but words died in his mouth when Taehyung glared daggers at him.
“Don’t you fucking dare come near me ever again,” he threatened. “Or I’ll fucking ruin you. You just sexually assaulted me, you asshole. I could send you to jail for this.”
“Sunbaenim,” The rookie gulped in fear. “I’m sorry, I…I…,”
“Stay the fuck away from me!” And with that Taehyung ran after Jungkook.
He started with the dressing room and found the boys about to leave towards the label for practice. Jimin saw him coming and handed him his bag.
“What took you so long?”
“Where is Jungkook?” Taehyung searched desperately for the man.
“He came looking for you earlier and I told him you were in the restroom,” Hoseok replied. “He followed you there. Didn’t you see him?”
Taehyung cursed and rushed towards the building entrance, ignoring Hoseok and Jimin shouting his name.
Looking around frantically, he managed to catch Jungkook just as this latter was about to step into a cab. His legs moved on their own before he could stop them and he found himself running towards him. He threw himself inside the cab right before Jungkook was about to close the door.
“Get the fuck out!” Jungkook hissed when he saw it was him.
Taehyung ignored him, choosing to address the driver to tell him to take them to the dorm.
“I’m serious,” Jungkook protested angrily, “Get the fuck out!”
Again Taehyung ignored him and pulled his phone out of his bag. “Hey, Jimin. Jungkook and I are heading back to the dorm. No, it’s nothing serious. We won’t join you for practice today. We have something important to do. Tell Namjoon and Sejin. We’ll see you later, okay? Yeah. Bye.”
He then looked at Jungkook and found him glaring hard. “Just what the fuck are you trying to do here?”
“Something that I should have done a long time ago,” Taehyung admitted.
“What part of get the fuck out don’t you understand?” Jungkook was fuming.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Taehyung argued. “Not until you listen to me.”
“Nothing of what you will say would make me hate you less,” Jungkook threw in. “I don’t want to ever be around you.”
That hurt. “We’ll see about that,” Taehyung chose to say.
At this Jungkook fell silent and ignored him for the rest of the journey. Taehyung waited till they made it back to the dorm to finally address the elephant between them. Jungkook stood in the middle of the living room, still glaring, but allowing Taehyung to say his piece.
“That guy is no one,” Taehyung started. “I was in the bathroom minding my own business when he came out of nowhere and assaulted me. I’ve never seen him before in my life. I threatened to sue him for harassment if he comes near me again. I swear, Jungkook.”
Jungkook just stared, unreacting to his explanation.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung whispered and approached him. “I don’t want you to misunderstand. He was no one. I hadn’t been with anyone…not since I…,” he hesitated.
“Since what?” Jungkook finally spoke.
Taehyung’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Not since I realized that I was in love with you,”
Jungkook gasped. “W-What?”
Taehyung nodded, relieved that it was finally out in the open, “I’m in love with you, Jungkook. I love you more than I thought myself capable of, and I need you to know that, I need you to trust me when I say that I want to be with you, want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His heart burst when he recalled their beautiful future and their beautiful kids.
Jungkook took two tentative steps and Taehyung held his breath, his eyes pleading. Their gazes melded from the heat of their staring, the moment so loaded, so intense it could have powered the whole building.
“Guk,” Taehyung croaked out, his leaden lips falling to budge from his spot. He could only stare as Jungkook approached him. “Jungkook, I-“
With that, Jungkook scrambled into Taehyung and cut him off with a kiss, thus placing a bandage on his emotions and wiping all his doubts away.
“Do you realize what your confession entails?” Jungkook inquired when they broke apart to breathe.
Taehyung nodded instantly. “I love you and I believe you love me too. I want you, Jungkook. I want you to be my boyfriend. I’m sure of it. I want to spend our lives together, build one together when we’re ready. I want you in every sense of the word. I can’t live without you anymore. You’re my soul.”
“You had never said so much in one breath before,” Jungkook remarked softly before he took hold of Taehyung’s hands and tucked his fingers in the gap between Taehyung’s fingernails and palms, uncurling Taehyung’s hands from the tight fists they changed into during that speech. Then, he brought Taehyung’s wrist to his lips and feathered it with gentle kisses.
“I was so angry, Taehyung, so jealous,” he said gently. “I thought you felt the same and I was waiting for you, had been for years. I wanted more than once to confess, but I was scared to ruin what we had. And today, I saw that asshole down on his knees for you and I lost it. I thought you were just leading me on, that I was just deluding myself that you felt the same. It hurt so bad, Taehyung.”
“He is no one,” Taehyung countered desperately. “I’ve never seen him in my life. Please, believe me.”
“I do,” Jungkook smiled. “I do believe you and I do love you. How can I not? It’s everything I did since I met you. Of course I want to be with you, be your boyfriend, be your everything. I want nothing more than to build a life with you. I say yes, Taehyung.”
Taehyung beamed. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” Jungkook murmured, planting a delicate kiss on Taehyung’s lips.
The moment their lips collided again, Taehyung knew he was lost. They hit with bruising force, hot and soft, everything else in the room dissolving in the moment. Taehyung opened his mouth, inviting, moaning in delight. Meanwhile, he pulled at Jungkook’s clothes, throwing a jacket in one corner and a shirt in the other. Jungkook could barely focus enough to get Taehyung’s shirt off, biting back his desire to fuck on the floor.
“You—are you sure?” Taehyung said between kisses, already stumbling backwards as Jungkook crowded him towards the bed in his room.
“I want you,” Jungkook breathed, feeling the words thump in his chest to the beat of his heart.
Taehyung fell and Jungkook leaned over him. A wandering hand traced his backbone, and he shivered, his entire body shaking from the contact. Jungkook bit at Taehyung’s neck, enjoying the other man’s moan as it vibrated against his mouth. Nails bite into his back, and suddenly there was a hand palming against his underwear, pressing just the right amount.
Jungkook choked on a cry, leaning heavily on the arms holding him up. He almost wanted to give in and lie on top of Taehyung, weak, his entire body feeling.
“Not yet,” Taehyung managed, voice breaking. “Look at me, Jungkook.”
Jungkook didn’t know his eyes were closed. He opened them, tiny waves of pleasure shuddering through him as Taehyung’s hand worked. He was too sensitive, and his underwear felt like sandpaper against his skin, dragging unevenly.
He had to force himself to think, a tiny voice reminding him, It had to be good for the both of them. He pulled Taehyung’s pants, tossing them to the floor.
If there was one thing he craved now, it was to take their time for their first time. He wanted it to last for long, be filled with pent-up frustration and longing. They had been building up to this for years, from the moment they saw each other.
He leaned down, sorry for the hand that was no longer within reach, and imparted what little attention he had to the body beneath him. He breathed against Taehyung, smiling when he noticed the man smiling too.
He suddenly gasped when Taehyung flipped them over with ease and lay on top of him. He hissed through his teeth, muscles trembling as he fought the urge to rise off the bed. Taehyung smirked, hoping the man would lose his will to fight. He opened his mouth, breathing just over the bulge in Jungkook’s briefs, enjoying the stream of words that left the man’s mouth.
“Fuck. Come on, Taehyung please—”
“That’s the magic word,” Taehyung said, triumphant, resting his tongue against the cotton. He was breathing harshly as he moved, sucking at the already heated spot.
Jungkook was wonderfully wrecked. A stream of expletives was bitten through his teeth, low and desperate, and Taehyung smiled. He appreciated the show. Jungkook was a length of tanned skin before him, athletic chest rising in the air as he squirmed under Taehyung’s touch. His face was flushed and his hair was stuck to his forehead, short strands a mess against the navy-blue sheets.
Taehyung barely moved further up, hoping to taste the enticing hollow at the man’s neck, and then Jungkook’s hand snapped the band of Taehyung’s underwear. He twitched, entirely exposed to the cool room, and Jungkook grinned beneath him. The man’s hand was on him in an instant and suddenly, Taehyung was struggling to keep himself upright, moaning shamelessly, glad they were alone in the dorm. “Please,”
“That’s the magic word,” Jungkook laughed breathlessly. His hand was impossibly warm and perfect, tight enough to make Taehyung move instinctively. His hips jerked and he panted, feeling the temperature mount by another few degrees. “I can’t—” he started to say, dizzy with the motion, and then the hand disappeared. He made a displeased sound, feeling heavy and clumsy.
“Then help me out,” Jungkook said, guiding his hand. “Get me ready.”
Taehyung wasn’t sure he had ever heard sweeter words in his life. He moved quickly, a bottle in his bedside stand snatched within a second. Jungkook laughed, and he silenced him with his mouth, wondering if anyone else had ever kissed him so completely. He hated the thought and decided to focus on now; the way this beautiful man put all of his attention into the act, paying attention to what worked and what didn’t. He pursued a specific spot on the roof of Taehyung’s mouth with dogged precision, the nerves flaring at the sensation. Taehyung both wanted to stop him and continue, the feeling keeping him attached for a moment longer than he meant to.
Taehyung finally broke away to pay attention to the task at hand, carefully stripping the underwear away, aware it was soaked and sticky. He felt a rush overtake him as he took in the sight, admiring the cut of Jungkook’s hips and the well-tended spot just below.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Taehyung felt his mouth dry. “Wow,” he then snapped the bottle open. The content was cold in his hand.
“So are you,” Jungkook praised back, his words dissolving into a hiss as Taehyung carefully traced him with a finger, slow and purposeful.
Jungkook’s legs were already spread; Taehyung lifted himself closer by a centimeter, staring, waiting. On any other occasion, Taehyung would wait—draw it out. Now, he was just as tortured as Jungkook was. He knew better than to rush too much, though, so he started with one finger, stretching slowly.
The resulting noises he got were like music. It was no wonder the man used his voice for a living.
“You sound so fucking sexy. I bet you would like to be recorded, wouldn’t you?” Taehyung said, feeling himself draw tighter with anticipation. “You would want to listen to yourself later—”
“Yes,” Jungkook breathed, hands twisting on the sheets. “Yes, I would—I would listen to you doing this—”
“Don’t lie. It’s not me you want to hear, is it?”
“Of course it is—” Jungkook started, but then Taehyung pushed another finger in, smiling when only a choked noise finished the sentence. Jungkook squirmed against the bed, trying to move further down.
“You always liked the sound of your own voice,” Taehyung mused. “Even if you are a good listener.”
“Fuck—please, please just—”
“Just what?”
“Do it,” Jungkook growled, hands flying from the sheets to grip Taehyung’s arms. “Come on. I want you. I want—”
It was all it took for Taehyung to move, fingers leaving, positioning himself without looking. It was like he had been there before; it all felt natural, routine, like something he knew by heart. It could never be boring, though; especially not after wanting this for so long.
“Condoms,” he moved to grab one, but Jungkook stopped him.
“I’m clean. Just do it. I want to feel you, all of you.”
Taehyung kissed him as he entered him in one perfect, smooth motion. He couldn’t believe how right it was —the warmth, the space, the way Jungkook pulled him in. He sighed, too hot and shaken, and wondered how he could survive without this before.
“How does it feel?” Jungkook managed, tugging at Taehyung’s curls. “Tell me.”
“Perfect, you feel perfect,” Taehyung said, breath hitching in his chest. “You’re perfect, Jungkook, so good—so tight—”
He didn’t know if he kept talking; Jungkook pulled him sharply, one hand scraping against Taehyung’s hip, and he gladly moved. Neither of them had any self-control left; it was thrown in a corner somewhere. He didn’t know if he was moving to a beat; he just kept moving, in and out, watching Jungkook twist beneath him.
Words floated around him, meaningless, moans and snippets of sentences escaping Jungkook like breaths. It was like Taehyung was pushing them out of him, curses and pleas and praises all flying out together. They clouded the air around them, thick and heavy, muddling. He could only pick a few out from the jumble, there and gone in a flash.
“Taehyung—faster, move faster—” Jungkook begged, the back of his knees sweaty on Taehyung’s shoulder. He was using the sides of the bed to pull himself down, meeting each push with an equally enthusiastic drop.
Taehyung felt insane. He wouldn’t be able to tell up from down if he was asked, or who ended where. They were too connected, heated, feeling ready to burst and spill over at the edges. He wanted to cry at how good it felt, familiar and new at the same time. He may as well be nothing but a feeling; his eyes were closed and his arms were numb from holding his body up. Jungkook’s nails were scraping his chest, fiery and biting.
If it lasted a minute or an hour, he didn’t know. All he knew was that they were sweaty, chest to chest, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. The sheets were sticking to his skin, a corner tangled by his feet.
Jungkook reached his limit, back lifting off the bed, a cry ripped from his mouth. He pulled against Taehyung, tightening reflexively, and it was enough to push him over the edge. Taehyung gave in at that moment, slamming hard into the body beneath him, losing his breath for a second as a wave of intensity burned through him. He was almost knocked over by the force, body shaking as all of his energy flooded from him.
“Oh...God,” Jungkook managed, half laughing, trying to even out his breathing. Seconded, Taehyung thought, trying to pull himself away carefully so he could collapse onto the sheets.
“Same,” Taehyung murmured, rolling to the side. He felt boneless when he slumped onto the mattress, exhaustion seeping into his body. His mind was still fuzzy from the climax.
“I can’t feel my legs,” Jungkook chuckled, a hand inching over Taehyung’s bare chest. “But we need to shower.”
“In a bit,” Taehyung said, feeling something rise in his chest. “Let me hold you.” He drew him into his arms tightly.
Jungkook snickered, tired and sated, and Taehyung felt an ember of warmth flicker in his chest.
“That was amazing,” He whispered, completely pleased, finished, and full.
Jungkook hummed. “I love you so much, Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s heart danced in happiness. “I love you more, baby.”
-=OoO=-
He woke up in inches. His body felt sore and his limbs were heavy, weighted into the sheets like lead. He had to make an effort to blink his slow eyelids, bringing himself from the land of the dead asleep to the land of the living.
A smile made its way onto his lips when he felt an arm around his waist, firm and unmoving. He didn’t want to wake Jungkook—some part of him was still nervous, as if this was a dream and Jungkook would think better of everything, push Taehyung away again, leaving him truly alone this time. The tiny fear in his chest wouldn’t go away.
He settled for moving slowly, as if he was trying to defuse a bomb. He turned just enough to lie on his back, finally able to see the body behind him.
Jungkook was so beautiful, he thought, every other thought silenced as he watched Jungkook sleep. The man was completely unguarded and unworried, his perpetual air of stress worn away by sleep. He was just there, beside Taehyung, peaceful and silent.
Looking at the clock on his nightstand, Taehyung had never felt this relieved.
It was past midnight. They had slept that long. The boys had apparently left them be. But that wasn’t the main point. It was the fact that it was April 1st already and Taehyung woke up to Jungkook and not another universe.
He was safe.
“Why are you awake?” Jungkook asked, voice low and gravelly, inhaling sharply. His eyes were still closed when he talked. His brow furrowed the tiniest bit and he raised a hand to his eyes, pressing.
“Shh,” Taehyung said, smiling. “Go back to sleep.”
“I will when you do,” Jungkook sighed, finally blinking.
Taehyung stared. “You’re gorgeous, Jungkook. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. You take my breath away.”
Jungkook chuckled to hide his blush, but Taehyung saw it. They were facing each other, blinking themselves awake. So black, Taehyung thought, watching Jungkook’s eyes. He remembered wanting to write poems about them. Same about his nose, his lips, his hips, his entire being. Everything about Jungkook was perfect.
“You’re also gorgeous, Taehyung,” Jungkook admitted softly. “I wanted you for so long, cried over you just as much.”
Taehyung leaned to kiss the living breath out of him. “No more tears. I’m here and I’m yours. I love you,”
“I love you,” Jungkook sent him a beautiful smile.
Taehyung stared again while caressing his cheek gently. “What do you think of the names Haneul and Jisoo?”
Jungkook frowned. “They’re great. Why?”
Taehyung beamed. “To name our future kids, of course.”
Jungkook sputtered and sat up straight. “W-What, k-kids?” He moved too fast that he lost his balance and fell off of the bed. Taehyung cracked up and looked down at him.
“What are you talking about? We just got together and you’re already thinking of kids.” Jungkook stood up and slid under the covers again. “But honestly, they’re cute names. Not that we’re talking kids now. Not until we move somewhere and get married. Wait, are you asking me to marry you? Is it April Fools? Taehyung, stop laughing.”
Taehyung grabbed his arms and pulled him on top of him before he kissed him slow and simple, a reminder that he could kiss him now whenever he wanted. He felt the immense power of it—the knowledge that he didn’t have to feel sad for not being able to anymore.
“Hmmm,” Jungkook sighed in happiness as he rested his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. “You just know how to distract me.”
“Perfect,” Taehyung smiled, threading his fingers through Jungkook’s curls. “Just perfect.”