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Sometimes, more often than not if he has to be honest, Taehyung swings by Jimin’s studio on his way back from his own. He sits outside and sketches him as he dances, the process as soothing as it is hypnotizing. He follows the movement, imprints to his studies the movement of his boyfriend’s pas de chat, the poetry of his ciseaux jumps, angelic cabriolés.
He doesn’t tire of it.
Jimin’s dancing is made of what dreams feel like, otherworldly, enticing, and mesmerizing.
But today, as he watches him dance, he also sees the slumped downward arch of his shoulders, the sad creases on his lips and tensed stillness on his face. He absentmindedly sketches him for a while, trying to soak him in. He doesn’t look well.
Days like this happen. Maybe it’s life, people upsetting him, or, more often that not, his own standards being too high and unforgiving.
So he texts Jungkook, asks him when he gets home, and when he tells him he’s on his way back, asks him to pick up frozen dumplings, orange blossom water bath bombs and to light a seaside candle when he gets home.
Jungkook immediately catches his drift, sending a couple worried messages and then three others with a lot of exclamation marks and promises to go over the top. Taehyung isn’t surprised by his answer, but his heart swells with affection when he reads his texts.
When Jimin finally walks out of his studio, long after the other dancers have left, not long before the sun will have disappeared behind the buildings, Taehyung meets him halfway, embracing him.
“I’m sweaty.” Jimin tiredly laughs, trying to duck his head away, but Taehyung caresses his cheek, making him stare into his eyes.
“I don’t care.” He replies softly, kissing his cheekbone.
Jimin huffs, and wraps his arms around him, nuzzling his neck.
“Sorry, kind of a bad day.” He sags against him, Taehyung holding him tight and close.
“I can tell. Come on, let’s get you home darling.” And when Jimin grumbles. “Don’t make me call Kookie to carry you bridal style.”
Jimin pulls away, a small smile playing on his face.
“I was about to say he wouldn’t do this, but he definitely would.” And, on this, they start walking home.
“Do I have to remind you we have to talk him out of it whenever we’re out for drinks?”
They laugh.
Jimin takes Taehyung’s hand in this, and they talk about Taehyung’s next exhibit, an abstract series inspired by waves and mob movements ; they argue about whether the new restaurant that opened next to their place is better than the one next to the train station ; and then, they spend the rest of their walk home talking about Jungkook, his photographs about LGBT life in Seoul, how much they love, and this alone is only interrupted when Taehyung closes the door behind them, Jungkook sliding towards them and cradling JImin’s face, kissing him gently.
“We were just talking about you.” Jimin tiredly smiles, and Jungkook grins, spinning him in his arms, Jimin squeaking a little as he does so, and Taehyung’s relieved to see him smile wider, brighter.
“Perfect, because I was just thinking of you.” He replies, grinning, stepping away to reveal a dramatic and wonderful bouquet in a vase on their living room table. It’s perfect, not because of its ridiculous size but because Jimin grins this time, kissing Jungkook before turning around and staring at Taehyung with a gleeful yet suspicious gaze.
“What did you tell him?”
Taehyung shrugs innocently.
“I just suggested that we take care of you tonight.”
Jungkook scratches his throat, putting a knee to the ground, smiling at Taehyung behind Jimin..
“On the menu, Your Excellency, is a steaming hot scented bath, followed by dumplings and a romantic comedy you can fall asleep in front of while we cuddle you.”
Their boyfriend scratches his throat, close to tears.
“Come with me?” He asks, and, of course, they comply.
Jungkook takes Jimin’s sweatshirt off once they’re in the bathroom, his shirt as well, revealing the lace underneath, kissing his neck, Taehyung kissing the top of his head, hands running up and down his arms, feeling him relax under their touch.
Jimin takes his pants off, the lingerie matching his brassiere, and Jungkook takes a second to tell him how gorgeous he is, Taehyung answering with an “Absolutely marvelous” .
“I’ll bring all of us something to drink, so you can get in and unwind.” Taehyung says in a low tone, Jungkook taking a step back to let Jimin finish undressing and get into the steaming bathtub.
When he comes back, Jimin’s lying in their bathtub, eyes closed, Jungkook telling him about a photoshoot of us, sitting on the ground, their lover humming to his words.
From then on, Taehyung sitting on the edge of the bathtub, they leisurely talk about their day, Jimin conceding having an awful one, letting his worries softly sweep away from him, cradled away by their boyfriends.
The night is as gentle as they manage, letting Jimin doze off a little in his bath, bringing him his longest skirt to lounge in with, eating the dumplings on the couch as they watch a movie they watch twice a year. They see his shoulders relax, the tense features on his face soften.
He lays down with his head against Taehyung’s stomach, calves propped up on Jungkook’s lap, the both of them absent-mindedly rubbing their thumbs in circular motions on his skin.
“You’re the best boyfriends I could’ve ever dreamt of.” He tells them at some point, still watching the screen, but, at this point, they all know the movie by heart.
“Have you looked at yourself? Of course we’re bringing our A game out.” Jungkook amusedly replies.
“It’s what you deserve. Only the best. Yeah?” Taehyung tenderly adds, brushing hair away from his face.
“Yeah. Love you.”
And Taehyung and Jungkook reply at the same time.
“Love you too.”
“Bed?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook fiercely stares at him.
“Carrying you there.”
Jimin laughs, looking at Taehyung.
“Told you so.”
As Jungkook keeps true to his word, Jimin and him both giggling, Taehyung hums to himself, turning the TV and the living room’s lights off.
And when Taehyung slides into bed with them, cuddling close to one another, he thinks about brightening his lovers’ days is the minimum he can do to thank them for their affection and how he’s living the best life he could've ever dreamed of.