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Taehyung carried the grey plastic bags through the door to help his boyfriend out. Lately, he hasn’t been able to do a lot because Jimin was concerned for his well-being. He was not letting him do a lot of lifting or running around. It kind of sucked.
He placed the plastic bags onto the kitchen table and removed the contents from the four he had carried in, seeing as how he brought in Jimin’s snacks made him chuckle. He went to grab a few more bags, but Jimin came in with the rest covering his arms. “Huh-uh. I got it, baby.” The older told him, resulting in a pout.
“But Minnie, I could’ve helped.” Tae stated, “My arms still work.”
“And you just got released today. I know you spent two nights in the ICU but, I just want you to rest. We aren’t vampires anymore, so we can’t be so carefree.” Jimin spoke, placing the rest of the bags on the kitchen table. His feline eyes held love and concern when he looked at Taehyung. He raised both small hands to cup the taller boy’s face and brought him down, their lips meeting gently. Taehyung allowed their lips to intertwine and mold together. A soft sigh escaping his nostrils just as he broke the kiss. The sound of their lips smacking was the result.
Jimin looked through the bags and emptied their contents. He came across one that was tied off and blinked when Taehung grabbed it from him. But he decided not to question. “Yah! I forgot about it!” He whined when he didn’t see the bottle of teriyaki within the contents.
“You got teriyaki?” Asked Taehyung.
The shorter of the two nodded. “Yeah! I was going to make one of your favorites tonight, but I must have forgotten it. I’ll be back in ten!” A smooch to Taehyung’s cheek, and then the mochi suddenly bolted out of the door.
“You.. don’t have to worry about it..” A soft sigh. But then, a sudden brew of nerves began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. Would he have enough time to do what he wanted? He looked down at the bag he held in his hands and made his way upstairs to their bedroom, and gently shut the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then pushed his pants and boxers down in one go. For his shirt, he was having a little difficulty because of the stitches in his chest, but managed, and stood in front of the body mirror that sat on the far corner of the room. His own feline eyes examined the bandage that sat snug against his left breast, against his heart.
Just because of this, he felt so insecure. He could remember it clear as day.
He could remember the fact his best friend had made an attempt to stake him, and nearly killed him in the process. He guessed that was the goal if he were still a vampire. But he wasn’t. Not anymore.
He remembered what the doctor said about getting too worked up. The stake nearly pierced his heart so he had to use caution for anything. In a way, he was kind of salty because he couldn’t have sex with his boyfriend for a while. Or work out anymore. It kinda pissed him off.
Taehyung opened the grey plastic bag and found a soft pink blush colored-laced fabric. The panties slipped against the smooth pale skin of his legs, hugging his thick thighs just as he pulled them up. His soft member tucked mostly under the band of the fabric. Somehow the way the panties hugged his plump behind made him admire himself from the side.
It felt nice and almost like a second skin.
Tae picked up a dusty brown sweater and over his head, it went. His hair poofed out with a slight frizz after his head popped out of the collar hole, then his arms went in their desired places with a soft wince from his stitches. He shouldn’t stretch like that often, it hurt. The sweater tail hung just around the middle of his thighs and he couldn’t help but pose in the mirror.
He could get used to the look.
“Tae-ah! I’m back!” Jimin’s voice rang panic in his ears. What was he supposed to do? The taller male tried to undress and only hurt himself in the attempt of removing the sweater.
Shit.