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It’s warm, when Jungkook wakes up.
That’s likely due to the fact that Taehyung is once again utterly sprawled across him, his limbs splayed out and digging almost painfully into Jungkook’s body.
Taehyung has his head nestled into the crook of Jungkook’s neck, breathing small puffs of air against his collarbone, and Jungkook finds he is hopelessly in love, his chest swelling as he runs his hand down Taehyung’s back and under his shirt, fingers pressed against the warm skin, thumb skimming down the bumps in his spine. The morning light piercing through the open gap in their curtains lights up Taehyung’s hair like a halo, sending soft shadows angling across his face and Jungkook thinks he would be content to stay like this forever.
For Taehyung is achingly beautiful, at all hours of the day, but especially so in the early morning; with his mouth half open and lips parted invitingly, fingers curling into the soft fabric of Jungkook’s shirt as though he can hardly bear to let go. Taehyung is unassuming with his affections, warm and open where Jungkook will tend to be more reserved but he finds that waking up with Taehyung in his arms makes it terrifyingly easy to succumb to that ever present urge to simply adore him; the blankets folded in tight and pillows piled high around them seem almost to shut the entire world out. And with Taehyung right there, nestled in tight against his chest, there’s hardly a thing he needs other than the hitch in the back of his throat telling him to make sure Taehyung knows how loved he is. Just in case, just in case.
He breathes, in and out, slowly, a small smile curving across his lips. “I love you,” he whispers, testing the taste of the words rolling across his tongue and they hang in the air, soft and resounding in the quiet of the morning. It’s the truth, he knows it is, and yet the affirmation of saying it out loud is almost too much to bear.
He wonders if it’s different to say it properly, he wonders when he’ll say it properly.
Jungkook shifts slightly to look at the clock - the red numbers blare out at him, shouting - get up, get up, get up, there’s only thirty minutes left before you have to leave. He ignores the voice in his head, choosing instead to turn and nuzzle into Taehyung’s hair, arms tightening slightly around his frame. The movement wakes Taehyung, and he blinks sleepily, eyelashes fluttering against skin as he presses even more firmly into Jungkook’s chest, the rest of his body shifting restlessly and rustling the sheets.
“Mmm,” he hums, a slow smile crossing his lips as he turns his head absently to drop a kiss to Jungkook’s collarbone, “good morning, Jungkook.” His voice is rough with sleep, raspy and as warm as the sleepy happiness lighting up his eyes. He wriggles his way further into Jungkook’s embrace, stretching his arms and legs as much as he can without leaving the reassuring warmth of the blankets before settling down, almost fully awake as he props himself up to look properly at the man beneath him.
Jungkook shifts his arms to let him move, fingers still twisted loosely in his hair to play with the soft strands. He stares up at Taehyung, utterly caught in the depth of his eyes, and he chuckles despite himself before murmuring in reply, “good morning, Tae.” He wants to say something else but he can’t find the words, and he settles instead for tightening his hold around Taehyung’s waist again, delighting in the little giggle he gets out of it as Taehyung struggles to get away, murmuring something about being ticklish. Jungkook just holds on tighter.
There’s a moment of silence, full and warm as they simply look at each other, Jungkook’s fingers sliding till he’s cupped the back of Taehyung’s head in his hand, Taehyung thumbing against the warmth of Jungkook’s skin, finger rubbing against a mole. As if drawn by a thread, Jungkook shifts onto his elbows, leaning up into Taehyung’s space, dangerously close. So close he can see the flecks of the windows reflecting off Taehyung’s eyes, can feel Taehyung’s breath over his lips, can want nothing more than to close that distance between them however small it may be - that the space exists at all makes his chest ache.
And yet, he finds he can hardly move, can barely breathe, cannot bear to break this bubble of serenity around them because it feels fragile in its magic, and even if every fiber in his body wants to tip forward that bare centimeter, there’s a certain beauty in the anticipation. Taehyung’s head tilts forward, as slowly as his own, and he is so very close now he can feel the heat of their skin on his, and he watches, mesmerized, as Taehyung’s eyes fall shut as though he cannot help it, eyelashes fanned across delicate cheekbones.
Finally, finally, as gentle and as slow as the blush spreading across his cheeks, their lips seal together.
It’s warm and soft and perfect (if not for the mild hint of morning breath, though that really can’t be helped), and it fills Jungkook’s heart close to bursting, the way their lips seem to fit just so, as though they’d been waiting their whole lives for this. His chest swells as he pulls back, eyes blinking open to see Taehyung do the same, squinting slightly in the rising sunlight. It is an unwelcome reminder that there isn’t the time to do everything he wants as he watches Taehyung rub the sleep out of his eyes, a smile breaking across his face so warm that it lights Jungkook up from the inside out.
Oh, if he only had the time he’d press Taehyung into the bed, and whisper all the things he wished he could say into his skin. He’d write love notes in the form of kisses into the palms of his hands, and give them so firmly there’s no way Taehyung could ever forget all the ways he’s adored, all the ways he’s perfect for Jungkook. He is not a poetic man but he finds that with Taehyung, there’s little he couldn’t do, nothing he wouldn’t do to keep that warmth in his chest alive, to keep Taehyung happy.
Taehyung’s lips curve into a knowing smile as though he knows what Jungkook is thinking, and he reaches a hand out to curl around the back of Jungkook’s neck, bringing him in close in order to press their mouths together. He kisses Jungkook hard, pulling back only to murmur briefly against his lips, “I love you,” before shifting forward firmly. His free hand reaches out for Jungkook’s, slotting their fingers together tightly — and Jungkook hangs on for dear life. He’s certain Taehyung can feel the thumping of his heart against his chest, and when it all becomes too much he pulls back, leaning his forehead on theirs.
He wishes he knew what to say, to tell Taehyung just how special this is, how it still feels like a dream to wake up by their side, that there isn’t a thing in his life he’d change because it’s all led to being here.
Or rather, he knows what to say but the words are caught in the back of his throat and his tongue refuses to let go of them, his lips unable to form the sounds. It’s an enormous thing, those words, a weight pressing into his chest despite the ease with which Taehyung seems to murmur them (as though they don’t leave Jungkook breathless every time, because they do). I love you, he thinks fiercely, willing Taehyung to know, he has to know - I love you, too.
After a moment, he simply coughs, clearing his throat and pulling his lips into a wry smile as he runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, “We’re both going to be so late, you know.” He makes no movement to get up, however, and he finds that despite his own words he’s still completely content to stay like this for the rest of the day, with Taehyung’s body warm against his.
Taehyung smiles - and how beautiful it is, Jungkook thinks absently - and he shifts forward to rub his nose against Jungkook’s with a small laugh, “I know.”