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taehyung woke up to a wet feeling beneath him.
no, he didn't wet the bed. (at least he hope he didn't.) he's a grown, stable adult with his own apartment, job, and boyfriend-- it's practically impossible for him to wet the bed. he wasn't five anymore.
so he blamed it on the air conditioning. his boyfriend had always enjoyed sleeping under layers of blankets when it's cold, so they keep the a/c running the whole night. that must be why the bed felt cold underneath him.
with that thought, he continued to doze off, the breathing of his boyfriend next to him lulling him to sleep. he doesn't remember what his dream was, but he did remember waking up and-- oh.
“taehyungah,” yoongi shook his shoulder lightly and he sat up, already woken seconds before yoongi had called for him. he turned over to the older in confusion. yoongi only moved closer to give him a hug, planting gentle kisses on the side of his head. “go take a warm shower. i’ll clean up the sheets.”
taehyung was confused at the affection so early in the morning, but as he diverted his eyes down to the sheets, he could see a stain of red. he's sure his face was as scarlet as the stain as he looked back up at his boyfriend.
“i’m sorry,” he dropped his head as he whispered, the tip of his ears burning in embarrassment, “i forgot it would start today.”
yoongi only shushed him and shooed him into the bathroom in response.
---
they're watching a movie together in bed after taehyung was done with his shower, the sheets changed and dirtied ones thrown in the washing machine. he was shy to approach his hyung afterwards, but yoongi only assured him that it was okay, he couldn't control that part of his body. taehyung thanked the gods for giving him such an open minded person for a lover.
the younger is half-naked, proposed by yoongi.
(“don't wear your binder, it would make it hurt more,” yoongi scolded and made quick work on taehyung’s shirt, carefully tugging the binder off. tae’s chest wasn't big or anything, flat if you will, but the undergarment still made him feel better. yoongi took the shirt and threw that into the dirty laundry pile. “you should be comfortable since we’re just gonna stay home today, baby.”
taehyung pouted, playing at the hem of his underwear. he walked to the drawer to pull out a much larger shirt, probably namjoon’s (his older brother) and put it on.
“isn't it weird to see your boyfriend in nothing but panties and a shirt?” he asked, being self conscious of what he was wearing.
yoongi sighed.
“no matter how many times you ask that, my answer will stay the same, sweetie. no. you look fucking adorable in anything you wear, and right now your comfort is top priority. go put up a movie or something and i’ll come back with food.”)
taehyung doesn't deserve him.
---
“i love you.”
“i love you too.”
they like touching each other, a lot. they love how it feels to be hugged and kissed and appreciated by the person they love, so it's no surprise that not even halfway through the movie taehyung was seated on yoongi's lap, the latter kissing every inch of his face softly.
“i know you feel self conscious about your periods,” yoongi mumbled into his forehead, their eyes closed, “but it doesn't make you any less than a boy, okay? you're a boy, you're just in the wrong body. i don't want you to beat yourself over it every time, baby.”
taehyung sighed peacefully, chin resting on his boyfriend's neck.
“you mean the world to me, tae.”
and the younger found himself fighting back tears. he knew he was emotional, being on his period just amplifies it. his boyfriend was just fucking amazing.
“you mean the world to me too,” tae whispered back, his feet and arms locked together on yoongi’s back, cheek pressed flush on his shoulder as he attempts to fall asleep. yoongi hummed in content and brought two of his fingers up to the younger’s mouth, gently prodding inside until tae wrapped his lips around the tips and started sucking.
it was something the younger usually did to help himself sleep and yoongi really didn't mind. who was he to deny taehyung of the little comforting things when they were so easy to deliver?
“night, baby. i’ll wake you up for lunch, ‘kay?”
“...okay.”
“i love you.”
taehyung got off the fingers momentarily with a pop, mumbling a soft ‘i love you’ back before moving back to the digits.
if he could, he would stay like that forever, basking in his hyung’s love and support for the rest of their lives.
it's a nice thought.