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“You know, when I met you, I didn’t think this would entail me to a world of suffering.” Jungkook mumbles against ruffled bed sheets, when sharp rays of the morning sun blind him unfaithfully.
With a voice that may have been very well too cheerful for this early in the morning, Taehyung replies, “Of course you did, Ggukie!” He throws himself on top of his boyfriend then after, achieving a loud heave and a, “Fucking bejeebles. Get off, babe.”
Taehyung pouts and rolls off of the younger, laying stomach down on the mattress next to him, “You have work, though.”
At this Jungkook jolts out of bed- “Holy shamoka!”- running to their bathroom, and slamming the door shut.
Taehyung chuckles to himself when he witnesses a marvelous squeak from his oh-so-masculine boyfriend- (“My testosterone knows no bounds” “Ggukie, those girls were squealing at you because a monkey spat on you, not because of you” “See, I even have the monkeys wanting me” “...” “...” “Don’t make me push you over the railing at the gorilla exhibit”)- “Taehyung, I fell!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes and gets out of bed, making his way over to the kitchen to start up their breakfast, “I heard. Are you alright?” He yells, not the slight bit concerned.
“Y-yeah. All good.”
Taehyung sighs, placing the spatula carefully away from the heating stove, he walks to the bathroom, “Do you want me to kiss it, Ggukie?”
He hears shuffling around, and then the bathroom door slowly creaks open to reveal a lone hand with a slightly bleeding finger.
Taehyung takes the hand and wipes away the little amount of blood on the cut before placing a chaste kiss to it- he swears, he can see Jungkook grinning behind this door right now- and pulls away to pat his hand, “All better?” He asks.
“Yeah. You know what else you should kiss though?”
“Jimin’s ass?”
The door yanks open to reveal a half naked Jungkook, “I thought we swore to never speak of that midget again?”
Taehyung giggles, and turns around walking back to the kitchen with an extra sway of his hips, “Well said midget happens to be my boss and best friend from the second grade, not to mention, so I might as well be kissing his ass because I swear he’s going to fire me with the amount of hours I’ve been spending not working on my poems, so-”
“I thought we swore to never speak of that midget again?” Jungkook repeats, completely under a misconception, if Taehyung must say.
“And what delusional mind of yours came up with that?” He asks, humming to himself as he looks through the fridge.
“Ever since he asked to take you out for dinner, knowing that you were dating me.” Jungkook says, armed crossed over his bare chest- his six pack looking extremely conflicting against the five-year-old expression splayed across his face at the moment.
“Jungkook, it was about the new project deadline that we were working on.” Jungkook rolls his eyes at Taehyung’s answer. The older walks over to Jungkook and wraps loose arms around his neck bringing him down to a sweet kiss, “Plus, there is no reason for me to want to cheat on you.”
Jungkook’s chest puffs out with pride and he wraps strong arms around Taehyung’s waist lifting him up with ease and onto the counter, “I bet. But why don’t I show you how much I can satisfy you?”
Taehyung chuckles, but pulls away, cheeks lightly dusted with a rosy pink, “How about you save that for tonight and go get ready? Saving lives can’t wait, you know.”
Jungkook groans but obliges, pulling away and walking back into the bathroom. He hears a faint, “What do you want for breakfast?” from the kitchen, and replies, “Pancakes!”
He really hopes Taehyung can hear him, but the thought is pushed to the back of his mind as he soaks in the warm water before having to head out for a gruesome, exhaustive day at the hospital. Being a doctor at the age of 25 can really take a toll on you; but, Jungkook could never complain when all he had to come home to was a beautiful boyfriend that would wrap him in warm, sweet arms through his toughest days.
He dresses himself quick, and glances at the clock before making his way out to the living room, a mouth-watering smell wafting to him from the kitchen, “Tae, I don’t know what you’re making but it smells amazing.”
Jungkook steps into the kitchen and sees Taehyung standing smiling behind the counter where the breakfast is laid out. Taking a once over at the delicious food, Jungkook’s eyes widen gradually and he says in the smallest voice possible, “Tae… I asked for pancakes.”
Taehyung’s smile splatters somewhere on the kitchen floor and is replaced with a small, disconcerting frown, “N-not steak?” He asks, pointing to the plate of neatly grilled meat on the table. Jungkook shakes his head.
Taehyung again points at a tall glass beside the platter, “O-or a milkshake?” Jungkook shakes his head.
Taehyung pouts sadly, “I-i’m sorry, Ggukie. I always do this, always mess up. I feel like such a loser.” Jungkook pulls Taehyung into a tight embrace and cooes at him, “Hey, hey. Don’t say that, babe. I love steak and milkshakes! This is probably the most bombass breakfast ever. Don’t worry about it.” He says, running gentle hands through Taehyung’s silky locks.
Taehyung laughs brokenly, “I can’t believe you just said bombass”, and sniffles a little against Jungkook’s shirt, and Jungkook only tightens his hold on him, comforting.
Taehyung pulls back when he looks at the time, and says, “Why don’t I pack some of this so you can eat it at the hospital on break? You’re running late.”
Jungkook glances at the time as well, and nods, pressing a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s lips, smiling, “Yeah, do that, Tae. I’ll go get the rest of my stuff from our room.”
Jungkook leaves their apartment that day with a fluttering heart and the lingering feeling of ghost lips on his own.
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He returns home, running a little later than usual. The sun has set, and the deep dark-blue of the sky is a rough background for the shining moon.
When he gets out of his car, he catches sight- oh what a sight- of an orange haired creature (very unprofessional for work, if you ask Jungkook) flailing slightly on the parking lot floor.
Being the doctor that he is, Jungkook rushes, instinctually, over to bring life back to said human being. Much to his chagrin, as Jungkook approaches slowly, he starts to make out the guy’s stunning side profile and recognizes the chubby but clean cut face belonging to none other than Park Jimin, the bane of his life.
From Jimin’s state on the ground, and a quick analysis, Jungkook can see that he’s going into cardiac arrest- like what even the fuck, how, he's like twenty six. Without panicking, Jungkook looks up to where he knows Taehyung always leaves their porch door open for fresh air. Without thinking, Jungkook bellows into the silent night, “Taehyung!”
And maybe it’s because of high hopes and their soulmate (heart-to-heart) integrity, but Taehyung rushes out onto their balcony in a minute, glancing around every which way direction, scared shitless, “W-who’s there? Baekhyun taught me hapkido, and I am not afraid to use it!”
Jungkook thanks all he’s got, “Taehyung, down here!”
Taehyung looks down hesitantly from their porch two floors up, and smiles when he catches sight of his boyfriend, “Oh! Jungkookie, hi! How was work?” He asks, resting an elbow on the railing and looking down at him with leisure.
Maybe Jungkook should just leave Jimin to die and go up there to snuggle with that cute human being waving at him- no, no, Jeon Jungkook you are not a prized doctor for no reason, do not let that adorable ball of sunshine distract you, god be damned if you sin- “Taehyung, listen to me, carefully. I need you to get the defibrillator from our room, alright? Throw it down once you have it.”
Something seems to cross the older’s face, but when Jungkook sees him mouthing something to himself and then asking loudly, “A-are you sure?” jungkook thinks about how Jimin might be dying by the second, so without second thoughts, he screams back, “Yes!” much too confident for the ending result.
Honestly, he should have been expecting it- really, he should have- but no amount of mishappenings in his unfortunate life could have prepared him for the mini refrigerator that is, at the moment, hurtling down from two stories straight above him.
So when it lands, crashing very loudly, mind you, against the black gravel of the road, Jungkook shrieks hysterically and shouts, “I asked you to throw down the defibrillator!”
Taehyung’s head tilts to the side, too fucking damn cute for the situation, and he asks, “The defibrillator? I thought you said the refrigerator!”
Jungkook groans, “Why the fuck would I ask you to throw down a refrigerator?”
“You didn’t eat breakfast today morning?! It seemed logical!”
The only thing that’s running through Jungkook’s mind at the moment- and this really shouldn’t be the only thought running through his mind to be honest, with a failing Jimin next to him and all- but, ‘It’s eight in the evening, why would I still not have eaten?’.
“That’s not the point, Tae!” He screams out loud instead, “Jimin is dying!” He points irritated to a pale-ish looking orange head on the ground. Only then does he hear Taehyung’s distressed yelp from the balcony- and if the situation wasn’t at such a critical stage, Jungkook would have gotten jealous at the sheer level of emotion put into it- breaking him out of his revery. He runs back into their apartment.
When Taehyung comes back out this time he is indeed holding the defibrillator with a picnic basket tied to a rope type of contraption, lowering down the system to the ground with it. Jungkook sighs in relief- not having to ruin his perfect record of lives saved- when Jimin’s pulse starts to beat, very slightly but still there. Taehyung ends up rushing down to help him haul the guy into Jungkook’s car and to the hospital.
At the end, Taehyung is nuzzled against his side in the room’s sofa, Jimin is lying unconscious in the hospital bed, and Jungkook is thoroughly pleased with how the night has played out.
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When Jimin’s actual doctor shows up, he thanks Jungkook for taking quick action and “saving Jimin’s life”- which much to Jungkook’s delight causes a cooeing Taehyung to adore him uselessly beside a comatose Jimin- and asks if they want to stay around for when Jimin wakes up.
Taehyung agrees, nodding his head enthusiastically, and Jungkook deadpans with a very unenthusiastic, “Hooray.”
Jimin wakes up to the sight of a beautiful cherub that takes form in the body of Kim Taehyung, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the bee to his honey- and whatever odd euphemism the children use nowadays- but, he also happens to smack the loving expression off of his face when he catches sight of the spawn of satan wrapping a protective hand around said angel.
“Jungkook.” Is the first thing that Jimin says after he regains consciousness.
“Jimin.” Jungkook growls back, tightening his hold on his boyfriend. Jungkook sees how Jimin’s eyes glance down at Taehyung’s waist and how he scowls at the sight- Jungkook smirks to himself pleased.
Taehyung, being the oblivious little pumpkin he is, says, “Ggukie, let go of me! I have to go snuggle with Jiminnie. He needs his best friend right now.”
It’s Jimin’s turn to smirk now, and he very well does so, as Taehyung crawls into the small bed with him. Jungkook’s, now unoccupied, fists clench at his sides at the sight.
“Hey, Tae. Can you go get me some water?” Jimin whispers into Taehyung’s ear, smiling seductively at the younger- much too close to him- and then glancing over at the youngest to see his face red with rage.
Taehyung giggles, and Jungkook surely takes it for something else, but when Taehyung leaves, they definitely feel the need to have a go at one another.
“Stay away from him, Jimin. I’m warning you.”
Jimin narrows his eyes, “I’m so scared.” He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “He’s my best friend. We’ve known each other since the second grade, and he’s been mine ever since.”
Jungkook really feels the need to piss Jimin off further, “Remember that time you invited him to go camping, but he invited me to go along with you guys instead?”
“What about it?” Jimin spits out, nose flaring slightly at the memory.
Jungkook smiles thinly, leaning back in the sofa and crossing his legs, “That pirogue that you two spent days making together? He gave it to me as a gift, instead, you know.”
Jimin’s eyes furrow into a tight knot, and something similar is happening in his stomach as well- but, no, Jimin didn’t know this.
“Yeah, well I hate pirogues anyways!”
It’s only when Taehyung gasps loudly, that Jungkook and Jimin notice his presence.
They both turn heads to find an extremely startled expression on his face.
“J-Jiminnie… you- you hate pet dogs? H-how could you? After all of these years together!” He says, in slow shock.
Jimin’s eyes widen when he realises what’s happening, and Jungkook laughs out loud standing up with a shit-eating grin, wrapping his arms around Taehyung from behind.
“Yeah, Jiminnie-” He mocks, “How could you hate on Taehyung’s favorite animal?”
Jimin glares daggers at him, and Jungkook dodges them with subtle ease.
“Come on, Ggukie. I don’t think I can see Jimin’s face for a while.” The older one comments, pouting insistently, and clearly very upset on his way out of the door.
Maybe having a boyfriend who writes only rhyming poems and continuously confuses words isn’t such a bad thing after all, but that’s just an opinion. Having Taehyung all to himself is just enough if you ask him.
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