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When Yoongi enters the sun room, Taehyung is leaning over a particularly stubborn bushel of dew drops. They don’t want to bloom for some reason, and Taehyung has spent the last week gently singing to them, coaxing them out of their closed off shells. Yoongi has asked one of the older witches in town how to make them bloom, but all she had told him was that it took a very special something for the dew drops to blossom. Yoongi leans against one of their stock shelves and watches silently as his boyfriend titters to and fro, singing delicately all the while.
In the setting afternoon sun, Taehyung’s skin glows. It reflects off his cheekbones and nose, lighting up his face and making him look angelic. The mole on the tip of his nose glints each time he turns, and Yoongi is already across the room before his mind catches up with his body.
“Why, hello there,” Taehyung says as Yoongi clumsily falls into him. Wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist, Taehyung pulls him closer and gently kisses his mouth. “What brings you home so early?”
“I closed the shop, Jungkook went home early to get ready for his date with Hoseok tonight,” Yoongi says. Taehyung hums thoughtfully as they sway back and forth to nonexistent music.
Despite the witchery, Yoongi and his friends try to lead mostly normal lives. Taehyung has a second job at a nearby daycare, and Jungkook and Hoseok teach old people jazz on the weekends. Yoongi is the only one who runs their store – aptly named Magic Shoppe by Jungkook – full time. He tries his best to write music in his off time, but most often his free days are Taehyung’s free days, and if he has any opportunity to cuddle up with Taehyung and watch a movie, you can bet he’s going to take it one hundred percent of the time.
Taehyung rubs his nose gently against Yoongi’s, and the older man suddenly remembers why he crossed the room in the first place. Taehyung giggles and scrunches his nose after Yoongi kisses his mole, but Yoongi moves on to the one on his lip without a care. He moves back up and plants a fat kiss against the mole on Taehyung’s neck, and Taehyung squeals, gently pushing at Yoongi’s shoulders.
“How’s this coming along?” Yoongi asks, gently running his knuckles over the dew drop leaves. The plant leans into his touch, craving the magic between his fingers, but otherwise doesn’t react.
Taehyung shrugs, holding Yoongi close to his chest. They’re in perfect position to dance, but there’s no music playing and Taehyung’s hands are rubbing up and down Yoongi’s back, temporarily immobilizing him as he seeks the comfort and familiarity of Taehyung’s hands.
“Dunno. They’re not ready yet, I guess. That old lady didn’t tell you what the secret might be?” Taehyung asks. Yoongi shakes his head, gently rubbing his forehead against Taehyung’s shoulder. After a minute, Yoongi leans back and looks at his boyfriend for a moment before standing on his top toes and pressing a kiss to the mole on Taehyung’s cheek bone.
Taehyung has a lot of moles, and Yoongi wants to kiss them all.
Yoongi grabs Taehyung’s hand and leads him out of the sunroom. Natural light floods their tiny house, Taehyung’s insistence for a lack of curtains coming in handy as Yoongi takes Taehyung to the bedroom, not bothering to turn on any of the lights.
“Hyung?” Taehyung asks as Yoongi gently pushes him onto the bed. Without a word, Yoongi crawls into Taehyung’s lap and pulls off his shirt. Afterwards, he leans close and presses a kiss to the mole on his earlobe.
Yoongi leans back, looking at his boyfriend lovingly. Taehyung is so cute, and completely out of his league. It took them a solid six months of skirting around each other before Taehyung finally asked Yoongi out on a date, and since then Yoongi has had to pinch himself numerous times to remind himself that this is real and Taehyung actually does like him.
“I love you,” Yoongi says. Taehyung blushes and squeezes gently at Yoongi’s hips, as if he’s transferring his feeling through his fingertips rather than his words. “Take off your pants.”
Taehyung laughs, startled, but kicks off his jeans all the same. Yoongi’s breath catches as he looks at his boyfriend. Despite it being the middle of January, Taehyung skin is tan and glowing, tiny bruises from working in the garden dotting his knees and calves. Moles litter his legs as well, and Yoongi scoots down the bed until his mouth is level with Taehyung’s ankle. He ghosts his lips over the tiny beauty mark, and Taehyung gasps and jerks his foot away.
“Tickles,” he says, giggling softly. Yoongi smiles widely and gently stretches Taehyung’s leg back out. He notices that Taehyung has on what he calls his “comfortable boxers,” the ones with the hole near the crotch and the fraying waistband. He wears them on days he thinks Yoongi will be too tired to have sex -- therefore there’s no need to suffocate his balls for the sake of making himself look good. When he catches Yoongi staring, Taehyung blushes and pushes Yoongi’s cheek so he stops looking. “I didn’t know you were coming home early.”
Yoongi smiles, leaning down to kiss Taehyung mouth gently. “You know I don’t care.”
“ I care,” Taehyung says, pouting. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but goes back to the task at hand. Just on his right leg, Taehyung has more moles than Yoongi has on his entire body. Slowly, he works his way up Taehyung’s leg, gently kissing each mole he passes. As he gets closer to Taehyung’s thigh, his boyfriend starts to twist in Yoongi’s hold, like he isn’t quite sure what Yoongi is doing yet and if he should be aroused or not.
“Don’t get a boner, there are still chores to do today,” Yoongi scolds. Taehyung laughs and hits Yoongi in the head with his knee.
“Maybe if you don’t want me to get a boner you should remove your head from between my legs,” Taehyung says, pushing Yoongi’s shoulders. It’s a valid argument, but Yoongi is still on a mission and Taehyung’s boner won’t stop him. Instead of replying to his boyfriend, Yoongi turns his head and kisses the mole on the inside of Taehyung’s left thigh. As he makes his way down, Taehyung seems to catch onto what Yoongi is doing, and his breath catches. They both know about the cute little constellation of moles on Taehyung right buttcheek, and Yoongi would cut off his right arm before he forgot about those.
“Hyung,” Taehyung whines as Yoongi does his best to roll him over. Yoongi ignores him in favor of pushing him with all his might so Taehyung rolls onto his stomach. His back has dozens of moles dotting it, and Taehyung giggles as Yoongi presses feather-light kisses to the skin.
“Your laugh could bloom a thousand Bloodroot bushes,” Yoongi mutters. Taehyung blushes and buries his head in between the pillows of their bed. Bloodroot is not the prettiest of plants, but it is one of the most finicky. They have to be raised in very precise conditions, and only the best of witches are ever successful in producing the plant, especially in large quantities. Yoongi has never been able to grow Bloodroot, but there’s something about Taehyung that the plants seem to love, and Yoongi can’t blame them. Not when he sees Taehyung’s blush gently bleeding down the back of his neck and shoulders.
Taehyung squeals when Yoongi pulls down his boxers and smacks a loud, wet, kiss against the moles on his ass. He pulls his boxers up and flips him around a mere second later, and Taehyung covers his face with his hands to hide his blush.
“I love you,” Yoongi says fondly, dragging Taehyung’s hands away from his face. Taehyung, despite his pink cheeks, looks up at Yoongi fondly, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Why are you so sappy today, huh?” Taehyung asks, resting his hand against Yoongi’s cheek. He runs his thumb gently over Yoongi’s cheekbone, and Yoongi leans into the touch. He turns his head and presses a kiss against Taehyung’s palm as he shrugs.
“Dunno, just love you today, I guess.” Taehyung smiles and pulls Yoongi down to kiss him, for real this time; slowly and tenderly, Taehyung holds the back of Yoongi’s head to keep their mouths together as Taehyung snakes one hand up Yoongi’s shirt, gently pressing the pads of his fingers where he knows Yoongi’s own moles are.
When Yoongi pulls away, Taehyung smiles up at him. The sun shines through their bedroom window and reflects beautifully against Taehyung’s face, bringing out the color of his eyes and the softness of his features. Taehyung closes his eyes to block out the sun and Yoongi gently kisses his eyelids, watching as Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks after he pulls away.
Taehyung opens his eyes, and Yoongi feels like he’s drowning in love and affection. “I guess I just love you today, too.”
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Later, Taehyung and Yoongi are curled up on the old couch in their sun room, watching as the midnight flowers bloom under the bright white moonlight. Yoongi has his head pillowed on Taehyung’s chest, and Taehyung gently cards his fingers through Yoongi’s hair with one hand and plays with his fingers with the other.
“I will never get over how beautiful they are,” Yoongi mutters. The midnight flowers are somewhat useless. They bloom only once every few months when there’s a full moon, and the petals fall off immediately, leaving only a bulb leftover to bloom in another many weeks time. The petals themselves only save for a few days, so working around the schedule of both the bloom and the expiry date is almost impossible. Some witches do try it, though, and Namjoon is coming over the next day to collect this flower’s petals.
Taehyung hums, seemingly distracted. Yoongi turns his head, only to find Taehyung already looking at him. Taehyung leans down and gently rubs their noses together. Yoongi smiles; his boyfriend is so cute. Yoongi curls back against Taehyung’s side and fondly looks around at the quiet life they have built for themselves.
Plants line their sunroom, wall-to-wall greenery that grows up makeshift lattice board and curls around table legs. Taehyung has dutifully organized everything; starting on the right, there are pretty plants – almost all completely useless, but Taehyung loves them so they have them – then the potion plants, the raw plants, and the night plants. The blooming midnight flower sits in the middle of the night plants, safely guarded on each side by other pots of greenery.
“Oh, hyung, get the jar,” Taehyung says quietly. He points to the midnight flower just as the first petal falls off and floats into the pot. Yoongi hurries to grab a jar while Taehyung pulls on his gloves.
Yoongi stands behind Taehyung and holds the jar around his waist just because he can, and Taehyung laughs, leaning back against his chest. He gingerly picks up the fallen petals and puts them in the jar Yoongi has labeled Namjoon, Flores Nocte, 01/12.
“So pretty,” Taehyung mumbles after all the petals are picked up. The jar glows subtly, the petals illuminating the glass. Yoongi walks it over to the storage shelves and hides the jar behind a box so the morning sun can’t harm the petals.
Yoongi finds Taehyung again near the dew drops, tending to them one last time before they turn in for the night. Taehyung runs his hands over the leaves, watching as the stem curls around his fingers and latches on, feeding on the magic coursing through Taehyung’s veins.
“I love you,” Yoongi says quietly. He kisses Taehyung’s neck softly and leans against his back. Something about watching Taehyung take care of these plants – these things they raise and love together – fills his heart with fondness and a mushy, gushy feeling.
Taehyung turns his head and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s temple. “I love you more.”
They share a brief moment of eye contact, one of the ones you only see in cheesy romance movies, and Yoongi finds himself blushing. When he looks away he gasps, because the dew drops are blooming under Taehyung’s fingertips.
“Holy shit, Tae, look.” Yoongi turns Taehyung’s head, and Taehyung gasps. He excitedly gathers a dew drop in his hand and smiles. “They bloomed!”
“They bloomed,” Taehyung says happily. He turns around and kisses Yoongi hard on the mouth; it’s mostly teeth because Taehyung is grinning so hard, but Yoongi doesn't mind. “That’s so cheesy, hyung.”
Yoongi laughs against Taehyung’s mouth, “I know, but I love you anyways.”
Taehyung drops his hands to around Yoongi’s waist and holds him tight. Under the moonlight, Yoongi seems to come alive. The dark circles from days of hard work have disappeared, and his eyelashes look long and full as he looks down at Taehyung’s hands around him. Yoongi snakes his arms around Taehyung’s neck and looks up at him, his eyes twinkling at the light reflects against them.
As Taehyung looks at his boyfriend, he quietly marvels at how Yoongi is like a dew drop. When they met, he was kind of shy, kind of closed off, but Taehyung had pulled him out of his shell after a well placed comment about how capitalism is ruining their society.
Taehyung holds Yoongi’s cheek in his palm and Yoongi leans against it, eyes closed, lips parted, looking absolutely ethereal. His little dew drop.
“I guess I just love you anyways, too.”