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when taehyung and jungkook first auditioned for bighit entertainment when they were twelve, they really didn’t expect to get in. it was a running joke between the two best friends, that they’d somehow become famous and that they would be a worldwide sensation and would go on tours, performing duets and laughing together.
yeah, well jokes on them, because it did actually happen and holy shit was it incredible. they auditioned, not really paying attention to what the judges said because they were just doing it for fun, for the experience, and then they left, not thinking much about it. a couple of days had gone by and they had come home, or more like gone to jungkook’s place, to be told that they had been accepted as trainees and taehyung, out of sheer confusion and surprise, had screeched ‘what kind of fuckery is this?”, which didn’t settle well with the dark pinkette (ravenette at the time) because the younger wasn’t one to drop the f-bombs, that was his job.
of course, they had accepted the offer, one had to be completely out of their mind to turn it down, even if they hadn’t intended on actually getting in in the first place. they spent three years working their asses off, practising the singing, the songwriting and the dancing. the two of them pushed their bodies beyond their limits and, when they finally mastered something, it was far beyond satisfactory, it just felt incredible.
and, somewhere along the way, the two had fallen in love as well. their anniversary was actually the date of their debut, june thirteenth, two-thousand and sixteen. they had just dropped their first album and management and their parents had taken them out to dinner and they had fun, drinking non-alcoholic champagne and giggling their heads off as if they were high, which they were, but high off of energy, off of adrenaline, excitement.
sometime during the night, the two disappeared to the back patio of the restaurant, just to stand there and watch the stars. this was a regular occurrence for them, the stargazing. jungkook didn’t really enjoy it as much as taehyung did, but he would do anything for the slightly younger, so he went along with it because fuck it, seeing the smaller smile was enough, more than enough. taehyung’s side profile was on full display and jungkook couldn’t help but admire it, in his eyes, there was no-one more beautiful than the boy stood before him.
the softness of his jawline, his pretty, almond-shaped eyes, sprouting one double lid and one monolid, the way the younger’s long lashes would brush against his undereye every time his eyes fluttered closed in a blink, the slope of his nose that ended in a round curve, the end decorated with a small, brown mole, the dip of the smaller’s cupid’s bow before curving out into full, plump lips once more. it was all so breathtakingly endearing to jungkook, taehyung was so beautiful, so ethereal that he would lose his breath and, sometimes, forget to breathe around him.
“kookie”, taehyung’s quiet giggle snapped him out of his thoughts and he hummed out a sound of affirmation, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched the younger tilt his head up to look at him, slowly blinking, a look in his eyes and the older got his message and leaned against the railing of the balcony, his height immediately dipping down to match taehyung’s which left the smaller content. “are you okay? i’ve been calling your name and haven’t been getting anything out of you. you’re just staring at me. what’s wrong?”, the concern that laced taehyung’s voice as he spoke in that adorable pout of his nearly made jungkook a puddle right then and there.
“you’re so pretty, tae, so beautiful”, the older murmured, a feeling of satisfaction growing in his chest when the smaller blushed, so bright that it was visible to the older, even in the dim, shitty lighting. “but what were you going to say?”
“i was gonna say that the stars are pretty tonight”, the smaller fumbled, zipping and unzipping the zipper of jungkook’s hoodie that he had stolen from the taller at the dining table, claiming he was cold even though it was just an excuse to wear the older’s clothes, he loved wearing the older’s clothes. “we don’t really get to see the stars in l.a.”
that much was true, l.a. was polluted as fuck and it was a rare one when they could just head out and go stargazing. jungkook nodded and watched the younger closely as he turned to look back at the stars, the dim light from the restaurant illuminating one side of his face, casting it in a golden glow that left the older winded.
“tae, sweet tae”, the taller murmured, catching the younger’s attention as the smaller turned to look at him. “can i-”, he faltered slightly, not wanting to freak the latter out, but decided to go with the flow because he knew that taehyung hated it when he just said ‘nevermind’ (a/n: you know exactly who you are, the person that gets on my nerves). he took a deep breath, reaching across the railing to tangle his fingers with the smaller’s. “can i kiss you?”
taehyung blushed profusely. he couldn’t believe his ears. was jungkook, the jeon jungkook, his best friend since god knows how long (not to mention his longtime crush), asking if they could kiss? the smaller’s brain was screaming ‘yes’, though it would have been embarrassing if he actually did so, the entire neighbourhood would have been able to hear him, so he settled on a quiet, breathy ‘yes, please’.
and then jungkook was kissing him, arms wrapped around his waist as he leaned down to gently press his lips against taehyung’s. it started off as a simple kiss, just lips to lips contact, but then the younger raised his arms and wrapped them around the taller’s neck, tilting his head slightly and jungkook took that as a sign, permission to begin to slowly move his lips against the smaller’s. eventually, the had to pull away due to the lack of oxygen, though taehyung couldn’t shake the tingles running down his spine when the older had kissed him.
“that was…”, the smaller started, not sure how to put what he felt into words. “wow. just...wow.”
jungkook chuckled, pulling the younger closer by his waist and nuzzling his nose into the soft, then brown, locks that cascaded from the top of the smaller’s head. “yeah?’, he murmured, getting a nod out of the younger. “me too.”
they spend a good forty minutes out there, with what you could call love confessions (they weren’t really sure on that part because come on, they were only fifteen) and stolen kisses with breathy giggles as the stood in the shadowed corner of the patio, watching the stars, jungkook constantly reminding the younger of beautiful he was, how incredible and endearing he was and taehyung would complain in return, saying that the taller was embarrassing him, or that he wasn’t as amazing as the older painted him to be.
when they finally returned to their table, the adults immediately took notice of their intertwined hands and a slight change with how looked at each other, touched each other, just the fondness that their eyes held when they were around each other was enough to tell them something. management asked them if they would like to come out or to keep it a secret. after some thought, the two decided that they would come out once their relationship had become more solid, steady, even though america was accepting, they didn’t want to dive into a scandal right at the beginning of their love.
ぬ
so uni wasn’t great. what, between them having to juggle their university schedules, tour dates, album releases, practice, studio time and their relationship on top of that, it was a little draining. not to mention that they have two different friend groups that have never fused, despite the fact that jin and jimin from taehyung’s friend group are dating namjoon and yoongi and hoseok (granted namjoon has met the soft pinkette once before when he came to pick jin up). but they never snapped at each other, always so understanding of each other’s worries, struggles and insecurities.
but, of course, when they had to go for a one-week trip to miami to finalise a few things for their summer tour, the world decided to slap ‘em in the face. quarantine. now they were stuck in good ol’ miami though they didn’t mind that much. the entire penthouse, just to themselves, for god knows how many months. but it was nice, it was nice to be right by miami beach with each other, spending time in their studio, recording covers or songwriting, taehyung spending some hours or maybe even days in the art studio, painting, afternoons basking in the sunlight on their patio, right by the pool, evenings cuddled up on the couch, watching movies or in their bedroom. it was relaxing.
and right now, they were slow dancing to some 1930s french song in their living room, giggling breathlessly to each other, as if drunk, even though they haven’t had anything.
“kook, don’t you dare”, the smaller breathed out as the older began to lightly trail his fingers over the soft pinkette’s ribs.
“mm”, the taller grunted before placing the slightest bit of pressure on the younger’s ribs, taehyung immediately bursting into a fit of giggles.
“stop, kookie!”, he squealed. “you know how ticklish i am”, he whined, a childish pout on his lips.
ぬ
taehyung hears the voices of their manager and pd-nim fill the room as his eyes fluttered open. he squinted slightly when the direct sunlight hit him in the face. a muffled moan escaped his lips as he rolled over in the sheets, realising that he was dressed in jungkook’s black sweatshirt.
“mph, wha–”, the soft pinkette mumbled as he heard his boyfriend chuckle from above him, carding his fingers through the smaller’s wavy, pink locks. he looks to his left and notices that the older has his laptop open and it’s propped up on his lap, two very familiar faces on the screen.
“well, good morning to you, too, taehyung”, pd-nim is the first to speak up, his voice sounding distorted, electronic and strangely small through the speaker. “i see you two had fun last night”, the plump man’s eyes flitted to the younger’s exposed neck, where several, dark hickies were painted across his golden skin.
he whines out a little noise from the back of his throat but still sits up fully, the blanket falling from around his shoulders as he promptly proceeds to prop his head on the shoulder of the dark pinkette sitting beside him, watching as pd-nim sorts out a few papers and whatnot, sejin simply sitting there with his pen poised over a notepad as the older man did so, prepared to take notes when required.
finally, after what seems like forever of just listening to jungkook’s heartbeat and feeling him breathe (not that that’s a bad thing, he loves listening to the older’s heartbeat, it calms him and his scent brings him a great sense of comfort, it was just getting boring), the ceo finally looks up from fiddling with his papers and grins a big, toothy grin at them from behind the screen.
“so, there’s been some discussion in the company”, the middle-aged man begins and sejin’s pen immediately starts gliding across the paper, creating a satisfying scribbling noise. “and we’ve decided that it would be good for you two to release a single during quarantine, just to fill the waiting time between now and the release of your next album, what do you say, boys?”
the taller turned to look at taehyung, his own answer visible in his eyes, but he didn’t want to answer without the younger being absolutely sure that he was willing and prepared to do it. it wasn’t as if it was going to be difficult, they had both become quite good at producing over the years, though they still sent things over to their producer for the finishing touches, and they had a recording studio in their home, it was an easy ordeal to write a song, record and produce it before they filmed the music video for it. the dark pinkette just wasn’t sure if the smaller wanted to do it because it was a long and bothersome process.
the honey-eyed boy sent the older a reassuring smile, the emotion in his eyes bringing ease to the older’s uncertainty before the younger parted his lips to speak up.
“i think that that’s a great idea, pd-nim”, the soft pinkette grins, lips beginning to form the faintest outline of his classic, boxy smile. “and it would be a great way to pass the time.”
“then it’s settled”, the plump man smiles at the two, jungkook turning his head to the right and tilting it down lightly to be able to stare at his boyfriend fondly as the smaller nods curtly at the ceo. “you’ll release a single.”
the meeting didn’t drag on for too long as they were only discussing the fundamental, basic requirements for their song, bighit liked to leave the lyric option quite open for their artists, tweaking a few things here and there if the song started to become too explicit or sexual, they had some pretty young fans, some even as you as three or four, so they didn’t want to have a bad influence on those children or give their company a bad name.
“wha do you want to do today?”, the taller suddenly questioned as soon as the call ended and sejin’s and pd-nim’s faces disappeared from the screen of his laptop. he reached over and pulled taehyung onto his lap, nuzzling his face into the younger’s nape, huffing a puff of air to tickle the smaller as he did so. “is there anything specific we have planned today?”
“mm, not really”, the soft pinkette responds, smiling at his boyfriend from over his shoulder. “however, we do need to start sorting our school books”, he stated matter-of-factly, an amused sound escaping his lips at the disappointed and annoyed whine that the dark pinkette made at the news. “oh, come on, kook”, he said softly, a smile playing at his lips. “it was bound to happen at some point. now all we have to do is dig up the blank notebooks we left here ages ago since we were completely unprepared to start doing online school from miami in a couple of weeks.”
“fine, fine”, the older grumbled, loosening his grip around taehyung the slightest bit, only to grab him and spin him around by the hips so that the soft pinkette was now sat on his thighs. the taller smiled up at the younger, nose scrunched up and eyes turned into crescents as they sparkled with a fondness that taehyung had never seen whenever the dark pinkette was looking at anyone else. “but first, let’s eat the waffles that i made half-an-hour ago. they’ve been sitting in the oven at a low temperature, so they’re still warm.”
“you made waffles?!”, the younger cried in a tone that made it seem like the taller had just betrayed him the worst humanly way possible.
a nod.
“and you didn’t tell me?!”
another nod.
“why?!”, the soft pinkette pouted, crossing his arms across his chest, taking on a defiant stature as he attempted to glare down at his boyfriend, trying to look intimidating, though it didn’t really work. jungkook just found him adorable and endearing, pulling a chuckle from deep inside his throat.
“well”, the taller murmured, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs around the younger’s hips. he leaned up slightly and pressed a quick peck to the tip of the smaller’s button nose, which resulted in it becoming quickly coated in a light dusting of a rosy pink shade that rivalled his hair. “because you were tired from last night and then we had the meeting so i didn’t get the chance to mention it to you, little peach.”
“hmph”, the smaller made a disgruntled noise, sunlight almost reflecting off of his skin as he tilted his head to the side slightly. “i suppose i forgive you then. but waffles.”
the younger proceeded to clamber off of jungkook’s lap, his honey-coloured eyes gleaming with excitement as he slid off the bed, standing up to begin running down the stairs to their kitchen, but the darker pinkette immediately remembered that the smaller would be sore. so he quickly shoved the duvet off of his lap, sweatpants hanging low off his hips, and leapt out of bed.
“sugar, wait-”, he warned, but it was too late and taehyung’s knees were buckling with a cry of pain as soon as he took a step to the door. luckily, the older was there to catch him, immediately swooping the soft pinkette’s smaller, slender body into his arms and using one of them to lock the shorter’s long, tan legs around his waist. “i tried to warn you, angel, hm. should’ve listened to hyung ‘cause i was about to mention that you’re probably going to be sore.”
“sorry”, the golden-skinned boy muffled out into his shoulder, whimpering slightly as he was shifted in his stronger boyfriend’s arms. “didn’t think. was too excited.”
jungkook chuckled, grinning slightly at the younger’s childish tone of voice, running one of his hands up and down taehyung’s back. “i know you were, love. just watch yourself next time.”
“i will, ggukie.”
ぬ
“ew, what the fuck?!”, the dark pinkette yelled as a squelch could be heard at the same time he steps on something. taehyung looks down to what the older is standing on and wrinkled his nose in distaste.
“gross”, he comments before eyeing jungkook judgementally. “you didn’t the throw the condom away?”
“think i may have fallen asleep before i remembered to”, the older shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. the two of them had been looking for their notebooks all morning so they hadn’t been back inside the room until now because the younger wanted to customise his books so he had ventured into their bedroom to look for his dried flowers, only to notice that his boyfriend had placed them on the top shelf, where he couldn’t reach, so he had walked back downstairs and asked the dark pinkette to get the packet of flowers for him.
“remind me why i love you, again?”, the soft pinkette muttered, shaking his head disapprovingly. the older grinned to himself before picking the condom up and tossing it in the trash in their bathroom, washing his hands before walking back to their bedroom and wrapping his arms around the smaller’s waist.
“because, most of the time, i’m bearable”, he responded quietly, gently kissing the shell of the younger’s ear. taehyung giggled and spun around, wrapping his arms around the taller’s neck, standing up on the tips of his toes so that he could reach him properly before he kissed him softly. there was nothing sexual in the kiss, just a slow, sweet moving of their lips. it was these kisses that the soft pinkette loved the most, jungkook was always so gentle and he loved it.
“i think you’re wrong there”, taehyung murmured, pulling away. “you’re sweet and loving and kind and that’s why i’m in love with you”, he whispered softly. “and because, deep down, you’re a softie with a big romantic side and you know i’m a romantic”, he giggled breathily, the older laughing along with him and tightening his grip.
“i’m in love with you, too, sweetheart.”
ぬ
“where the fuck do we even start with this song?”, jungkook grumbled as he sat, back against the wall, in the art studio as taehyung sketched on a large canvas. it had been three days since their meeting and, though they didn’t have a deadline, they both would’ve like to get started with the song.
“i dunno”, taehyung mumbled, squeezing several shades of his oil paints onto his wooden palette. “i mean, we haven’t really done much except for being disgustingly romantic and having some nice fucks.”
the older choked on his own saliva, slapping his own chest at his boyfriend’s words. “such a dirty mouth, sweets”, he commented, a smug grin on his face, throwing his head back and laughing when the soft pinkette turned to look at him and stuck his tongue out. “i wouldn’t change it though. not there’s anything i can do. i’m stuck with you.”
the younger’s eyes widened comically as he heard those words. perfect, he thought, grinning to himself. that’s what they were going to sing about, being stuck with each other. now that he thought about it, it was kind of cute.
“that’s it!”, he exclaimed, turning to the taller. “kook, you’re a genius!”
the dark pinkette scratched his head, confused. “eh, i wouldn’t call myself a genius”, he commented. “just...an idiot who has some pretty good ideas sometimes”, he grinned at the younger, who rolled his eyes. “but what did i say for you to say that i’m a genius?”
the soft pinkette smiled. “we should write a song about being stuck with each other!”, he clapped his hands together like an excited child, looking at the dark pinkette with big, hopeful eyes.
“that’s…”, the older trailed off for a moment, thinking about it. “that’s actually a great idea. you’re the real genius here, pup”, he commented, loving the way taehyung’s cheeks turned pink as he blushed shyly.
so that’s how they spent the rest of their afternoon. with the younger painting a portrait on his canvas, meticulously layering the shades as the canvas tended to just suck up the colours, though he didn’t really mind, it calmed him. the taller was sat to his far-right, the two of them tossing song lyrics back and forth at each other, correcting little things here and there as they did so, suggesting some small replacements every once in a while.
it was nice. just being in a room with the person they loved the most, doing what they loved the most. quarantine was actually a great excuse for them to spend more time with each other. around six o’clock, the dark pinkette was beginning to get restless, and hot, so he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. a sound of concealed pleasure escaped taehyung’s lips as he shamelessly raked his eyes up and down the older’s torso.
“like what you see?”, the taller teased, flexing his abs just to get a reaction out of the younger.
“god, yes”, the soft pinkette moaned. “you’re so fucking sexy, how can i not?”
the shorter watched as his boyfriend’s eyes darkened with lust before the older stood up and walked towards him. the soft pinkette swallowed thickly, raising his arms as the taller came closer, knowing what the older was going to do without him having to voice his thoughts.
jungkook hummed approvingly and picked the honey-eyed boy up before he walked the two of them to their bedroom, setting the smaller down so that he’s standing on the floor.
“hyung, please”, the younger breathes out. “please, please fuck me.”
ぬ
“let’s clean up and have some dinner, hm?”, he murmured lovingly in the younger’s ear, kissing the shell of it softly.
“yes, please”, the soft pinkette whispered in return, twisting around and wrapping his arms around the olders neck and his legs around the taller’s waist, who quickly stood up and walked them both to the bathroom, filling the bathtub with warm water and lighting a few candles before setting the younger in the full tub.
the dark pinkette grabbed a couple of fluffy towels and set them down on the bathroom counter before he crawled into the bathtub and settled himself behind his boyfriend, pulling the smaller back to rest in between his legs. he reached back and picked up the younger’s strawberry-scented shampoo and conditioner, twisting the cap off of the shampoo bottle and pouring a good amount into his palm, closing the bottle and setting it aside before he rubbed his hands together, creating a foamy lather before he began to massage taehyung’s scalp with it.
“feel nice?”, he questioned softly, the soft pinkette nodding and lolling his head back so that it would be easier for the older to reach all of his hair. “by the way, love”, the dark pinkette piped up. “i have a call with the hyungs tomorrow and it’s early-ish, around eight or nine, so if you wake up and i’m not there, you know why. just come out to the patio if you want to find me.”
ぬ
“jeon jungkook!”, hoseok screeched as the dark pinkette turned his camera on. “what the fuck?! what the actual fuck?!”
“hello to you, too, hyung”, the bunny-toothed boy smiled.
“babe, what’s up?”, he heard yoongi’s voice come from somewhere in the kitchen of their apartment room (they share with jimin, jin and namjoon).
“jungkook has pink hair!”, the redhead exclaimed, placing a hand over his chest.
“no way!”, namjoon’s voice could be heard as the blonde came skidding into the living room. “holy shit!”, he yelled when he saw what they younger’s hair looked like.
“who convinced you to dye it that vibrant?”, yoongi questioned, rounding the corner with a cup of water in his hand.
“eh, you’ll meet him another time”, the dark pinkette smiled, thinking of taehyung who was probably still tangled in the sheets with his hair splayed out everywhere. “now where are the famous park jimin and kim seokjin?”
“baby!”, the three on the other side yell in unison, the chocolate-eyed boy grimacing at the volume of their joined voices. the sound of two different sets of footsteps could be heard and two boys appear in the camera frame, one taller than the other. the taller one had purple hair while the other had orange.
“hey, i’m jimin”, the orange-haired boy introduced himself, waving. “you must be the famous golden maknae, jeon jungkook, yes?”
“yeah”, the taller grinned. “and you must be jin hyung?’, the younger questioned, eyes flitting over to the purplette, who nodded curtly at him. jungkook remembers seeing both of them in pictures with his boyfriend.. “so you two are kim taehyung’s best friends?”
“you know taehyungie?”, jimin perked up.
“better than you would expect, yeah.”
“that little shit refuses to video chat with us”, jin sighed, leaning his head on namjoon’s shoulder. “he texts, but he won’t call.”
“i’m sure he’ll call you soon”, the younger commented.
taehyung giggled from inside the penthouse. he had been standing there for a couple of moments, listening in on the conversation before he walked away, towards the kitchen, climbing up onto the kitchen counter before he opened up the top cupboard and pulled out two large mixing bowls. he planned on making a banana milk cheesecake and a batch of chocolate chip cookies while jungkook was video chatting with his friends.
he crawled off of the counter, the hem of the older’s shirt riding up his leg slightly as a part of it slid off of his shoulder, exposing his collar bone. hopping onto the floor he padded towards the fridge, pulling out the butter, chocolate chips, cream cheese and a few other ingredients. he set those down on the counter before he headed towards the pantry to get the dry ingredients.
walking into the living room, he approached their record player and chose fine line by harry styles, an album that they had purchased in a vinyl form (because they were crazy rich and an expensive vinyl like that was a drop in the ocean for them) and placed it in the record player, switching it on.
humming softly to the first song that came on, he walked back into the kitchen and immediately set to work on mixing the ingredients for the banana milk cheesecake because he knew that it was his boyfriend’s favourite and he wanted to have it ready by the afternoon so that the two of them could enjoy it together.
once the graham cracker base had been made and the cheesecake batter had been placed in the cake pan along with it, the soft pinkette placed the cake in one of their three fridges (this one was specially reserved for taehyung’s pastries and such, jungkook giving up on trying to keep them to two fridges once the younger had developed an obsession with baking).
he danced along a little as watermelon sugar began to play, giggling as he spun around a few times before he went back to making his cookies. he sang along to a couple of the lines as well, smiling to himself as he did, standing on his tiptoes and peeking out of the window to watch jungkook make some extravagant gesture with his hands, laughing as he talked to the hyungs.
he covered the bowl of batter in cling wrap and placed it in the fridge as well, setting a timer to just twenty minutes before he set to work on cleaning up after himself, washing the several utensils he used for baking, greasing the baking tray afterwards, hearing the timer go off. he took the cookie batter out of the fridge and began scooping it into little domes and placing them onto the tray, which he then placed in the oven.
he was just mopping up the floor when he slipped and fell, a shrill shriek escaping his lips as he did so.
“shit”, jungkook muttered, quickly twisting around in his chair. “you okay in there, baby doll?!”, he yelled, jimin cocking his head to the side from the other side of the screen.
“i’m fine, gukkie, promise!”, was what he got in return. “i just slipped, that’s all.”
“oh, thank god”, the dark pinkette mumbled, turning back around to face his laptop.
“you have a boyfriend?”, jimin questioned, eyes wide with curiosity.
“uh, yeah”, the taller responded sheepishly. “we’ve been together for four years now.”
“what?!”, hoseok yelled, standing up from his position on the floor. “and we never heard of him? met him?!”
“never really came up in conversation”, the younger retorted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “i’ll call you to meet him another time. he’s probably doing something crazy in there like dancing or painting with water balloons and darts.”
“wait, he’s actually done that?”, jin questioned, his eyebrow furrowed.
“mhm”, the younger hummed, reaching for his coffee mug and taking a sip of his iced americano. “the mess was not fun to clean up.”
the five on the other end of the line laughed at that, though they all stopped when both jin and jimin’s phones went off at the same time. taking them out of their pockets, their entire figures seemed to light up at the same time.
“taehyungie promised to video chat with us at nine in the morning tomorrow!”, the orange-haired boy spoke up when he felt the questioning looks on him. “and you guys will be meeting him, so i guess we’ll chat another time, jeon?”
“yeah, sure”, the dark pinkette grinned, leaning back in his chair. “talk to you soon!”, he waved at the camera before the others hung up.
walking out, taehyung noticed that the screen was now open on their page of lyrics as the taller scanned over them one last time, checking for mistakes and editing a few things here and there. the younger smiled softly to himself and walked forwards, wrapping his arms around the chocolate-eyed boy’s shoulders, leaning on him and kissing his cheek softly.
“morning, peach”, the dark pinkette smiled, looking up at the younger who leaned down and pressed their lips together in a kiss.
“morning, gukkie”, the shorter responded, unwinding his arms and moving forwards to sit himself down onto the older’s lap, leaning back onto his chest and snuggling into his embrace.
“how are you doing this morning, love?” the dark pinkette questioned as placed his chin on the younger’s head. “not sore?”
“nope”, the smaller grinned, shaking his head. “i took the painkiller you left for me. i’m feeling good this morning.”
“good enough to video chat with your friends?”, the taller teased, making the soft pinkette giggle and nod, lacing his fingers with his boyfriend’s.
“alright, let’s finish up this editing.”
ぬ
“well if it isn’t kim taehyung”, jimin teased as his face appeared on the screen. “nice to see you after six-thousand years, little one.”
“damn”, the soft pinkette muttered. “is it just me or did you get uglier?”
jungkook choked in the background as he tried not to laugh while pulling his shirt off, getting in their pool quietly. the younger was sitting with his legs in the pool and the computer facing his side profile so that his background didn’t look similar to the dark pinkette’s. the sky was painted pretty shades of burnt umber and fuschia with a little touch of navy blue as the sun settled low in the miami sky.
“you brat!”, the orange-haired boy scowled, moving back from the camera as jin wheezed in the background. “anygay, meet my boyfriends, yoongi and hoseok!”, the older grinned, the two mentioned boys waving at the camera.
“you must be taehyung”, hoseok speaks up. “jimin talks about you a lot.”
“i hope he does!”, the soft pinkette smiled. “because otherwise, you are no longer my soulmate jiminnie.”
yoongi laughed as the orange-haired boy made the ‘cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die’ gesture with his arms.
“you’re not going to introduce yourself, namjoon?”, the mint questioned, looking at the blonde.
“nah, i’ve met him before when i went to pick jin up from watching a movie with them two”, the blonde explained.
“ah, okay.”
taehyung glanced to the right and noticed his boyfriend swimming quietly towards him, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly struck and arm out. the dark pinkette made eye contact with him and smirked.
“babe, don’t you dare”, the younger warned, the other five confused by the sudden outburst.
“uh, ‘babe’?”, jin questioned, the shorter turning back to face the laptop.
“oh, it’s-”, he was interrupted when jungkook grabbed his leg and pulled him into the pool.
“tae?!”, jimin called out, slightly worried as a scream and a splash was heard before it was silent for a moment. “taehyung?”
“hey, hyungs”, jungkook grinned, swivelling the laptop to face him as he shook his hair out. “fancy seeing you here.”
“what-”, hoseok started, only to be interrupted when the dark pinkette got yanked backwards by taehyung, who scrambled over the taller’s muscular body and out of the pool.
“dumbfuck”, the younger muttered, glaring at his boyfriend who simply laughed. “you’re lucky i love you.”
“hm”, the taller made a noise of agreement, cocking his eyebrow before turning back to the screen. “guess you guys have met my boyfriend now”, the chocolate-eyed boy smiled, looking at the golden-skinned boy who shuddered from the wind before he was slithering back into their heated pool, wading his way towards jungkook to slip in front of him.
“wait, wait”, jimin held a hand up. “you’re dating our taehyungie?!”, he exclaimed, grabbing onto jin’s arm when he said ‘our’. “and you two never said a thing? why?”
“you guys never asked if i had a boyfriend”, the soft pinkette grinned teasingly. “so i never said anything.”
“you two are such bastards”, yoongi hissed, making the youngest laugh.
“but we are happy for you”, namjoon piped up, smiling at the pinkettes who returned the smile with just as much enthusiasm.
the syncopated beat of stigma interrupted the call, however, as taehyung’s phone began to ring, the youngest making a slightly annoyed face before reaching over and answering the call, putting it one speaker for fear he might accidentally drop it in the pool if he held it in his hands.
“great job on the lyrics, you two”, pd-nim’s voice sliced through the air like a knife. “will you begin recording soon?”
“uh, yeah, we will, pd-nim”, the dark pinkette responded awkwardly, his fingers laced with taehyung’s underwater. “is that...is that all?”
“hm, what?”, the pudgy man questioned. “oh, yeah, you’ll be filming the music video on your own, but that shouldn’t be a problem, you’ve filmed enough gcfs to know what to do, jeon.”
“yes, sir.”
“alright, that’s it”, the older man stated cheerily. “hope you two get to recording soon!”
“bubai!”, the soft pinkette called out as the ceo hung up.
“pd-nim”, yoongi repeated the name, eyes narrowed, before realisation dawned on him and his eyes popped wide open. “pd-nim as in bang pd-nim? as in bang shi-hyuk?!”, he questioned, getting excited.
“oh, yeah”, the youngest responded awkwardly.
“no way, that’s so cool!”, the mint-haired boy exclaimed. “you two work for him?”
“yep”, jungkook replied. “as jk and vante.”
“wait, are you serious?”, hoseok perked up, leaning forward on the couch. “because if you are, you two are my favourite artists out there!”
“yeah, we are”, the shortest mumbled, getting shy and curling into his boyfriend’s sturdier figure.
“damn, my best friend is a celebrity”, jimin muttered more to himself. “that’s so cool, taehyungie!”
the honey-eyed boy nodded, blinking slowly as he tried to process what just happened.
“so you two are currently working on new music?”, namjoon asked this time.
“yeah”, the dark pinkette responded. “just a single, though, since we should be releasing an album in september or october.”
“spoilers?”, the oldest asked hopefully, staring at the maknaes hopefully, a frown flitting across his face when the jungkook shook his head, a smile on his face.
“no, sorry, hyung”, the chocolate-eyed boy grinned. “though it should be out in a couple of weeks, so don’t fret, you’ll get to hear it soon, isn’t that right pup?”, the taller smiled down at the younger before he leaned down slightly and booped their noses together in an eskimo kiss.
“you two are disgustingly cute”, yoongi commented, faking a gag.
“oh, shut up, yoongi”, jimin scolded. “we know you’re happy that jungkook has someone.”
the mint-haired boy begrudgingly grumbled a noise of agreement, making everyone else roar with laughter.
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“so”, taehyung questioned, staring at their friend’s faces on their screen. “how was it? did you like it?”, the two in miami had just released the music video for stuck with you and were excited to see the world’s reaction but were anticipating their friend’s opinions even more.
“it’s incredible!”, namjoon breathed. “you two came up with that how?”
“started off with a dirty comment from taehyung”, the dark pinkette teased, turning his head to wink at the younger, who slapped his arm playfully. “before i said something about it but added something else about not wanting to change the way he speaks and that i’m stuck with him. little bubba here came up with the idea of writing a song about being stuck with each other.”
“disgustingly cute”, yoongi commented, earning a shove from jimin.
“it’s a great song, guys”, jin commented.
“yeah, we love it!”, jimin stated, wrapping his arms around hoseok and yoongi’s shoulders, smushing the three of them together.
“thanks”, the dark pinkette smiled, thanking their hyungs. “i’m stuck with him, but i wouldn’t have it any other way”, the taller grinned, pulling his younger boyfriend towards him.
“neither would i, kook, neither would i”, the smaller whispered in return, grazing his lips over the taller’s paler ones, his pale pink hair tickling the chocolate-eyed boy’s ear as they ignore the coos that their friends made in the background.
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