6 YEARS LATER

"I hate you!" Jungkook snapped, looking at Taehyung, who was seated on the couch. "Ever since you've entered my life you've just ruined everything and made-made me this person I despise."

"Oh, shut up," Taehyung scoffed, drinking his can of beer. "You're just fucking mad because I'm right."

"You're not right! You're so wrong, Taehyung- god, I hate living with you." Jungkook shouted from the kitchen, seeing his coffee brimming in the maker.

"Then move out."

"Maybe I will!"

"I'd love that!" Taehyung snapped back. Jungkook stopped and looked at him. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to him. Jungkook pointed his finger at him.

"Admit it. Admit that you're wrong." Jungkook said lowly. Taehyung looked up at him and then stood up.

"No." Taehyung snipped. Jungkook took a deep breath. "Fine. Then I'm breaking up with you." Jungkook said firmly and then turned around to walk away.

"Jungkook! Are you fucking kidding me?" Taehyung let out, angered. Jungkook walked a few steps and then turned around again.

"No! Because you won't admit that Jerry the mouse from the television cartoon Tom and Jerry is a GIRL!" Jungkook shouted.

"Jerry is a fucking boy! He had a crush on a girl mouse!" Taehyung shouted back.

"Jerry was a fucking lesbian, Taehyung! Fuck you!" Jungkook snapped weakly.

Taehyung couldn't help but let out a small smile. He walked up to Jungkook and then wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist. "We've been debating this for 3 hours now, baby. Can we just agree to disagree?" Taehyung said softly.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung's warm brown eyes and chewed on his bottom lip, nodding. Taehyung smiled fondly and leaned in, touching their noses for a second, and then sealing their lips together.

Taehyung and Jungkook had been together for 6 years now.

They finished their senior year of high school 5 years ago. Taehyung got into Seoul University with a football scholarship. Taehyung was so elated he accidentally called his father on the phone and called him fat and ugly.

Jungkook got into Busan Art School... but not for the course he applied for. He applied for Art Therapy, but he got in for normal art and design. That was bad for Jungkook. But the good news was he got into Seoul University for Art Therapy.

And, well, that's where Jungkook went.

College was fun together. They both got an apartment not too far from their university. It took Taehyung a whole year to become the captain of the university team, but he didn't lose a single game after he became one. Jungkook had fun learning art therapy than he imagined, and was more than happy doing something he enjoyed.

Both were 23 now, and Jungkook worked as an assistant in a design firm and earned a basic salary. He was fine with that, it was a starting job anyway. Taehyung, on the other hand, was.... unemployed.

Anyways- they had a small two bedroom apartment in Seoul. It wasn't ideal, but it was comfortable. Currently, Taehyung kissed Jungkook's jaw and down his neck while Jungkook fiddled with his collar, smiling.

"Are you bored without me, Taehyungie?" Jungkook asked. Taehyung squeezed his butt.

"Yeah. I've binge-watched Naruto and finished it. I think that should give you an answer." Taehyung said, looking at him. Jungkook kissed him softly.

"Hmmm... maybe if you got a job," Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. Taehyung looked at him and then pulled away.

"Kook... come on. You know I'm just waiting for the confirmation, right? I know I've been a bother, sitting around at home all day for a month or two. But- I-I'm being productive! I learned how to bake! I dyed my own hair-" It was grey. "-and, I painted for you-"

"You drew a giant dick on a piece of paper."

"Yeah, but I put a lot of love into it," Taehyung pouted. Jungkook kissed his lips, gripping his waist. "Okayyy. Sorry. I love you."

"I love you more," Taehyung said, kissing Jungkook's forehead, a small smile emerging on his lips.

Taehyung and Jungkook had thankfully gotten less touchy-feely than when they were bumbling 17-year-olds. But still, the love for each other was strong. Stronger, if anything. Taehyung knew Jungkook like the back of his hand. Every little thing, every little tendency, every mood switch, every upset- Taehyung knew how to handle it.

When Jungkook came home from work upset, Taehyung knew what to do. He'd sit Jungkook down, give him hot cooked food, a nice cold drink, and set up the bath for him. And then, of course, he'd fuck him anyway Jungkook wanted.

Just like that, Jungkook knew how to be with Taehyung. Sometimes, after stressful matches, Taehyung would come home seething. Sports got him angry, it was obvious, that's the one part of him that hadn't changed since he was 17. But Jungkook knew what to do. He'd wear something cute, give Taehyung anything he wanted to eat (usually fried chicken and ice cream) and then ride him and be extra submissive and cute. Taehyung loved it.

Their relationship was so strong, neither could imagine life apart from the other. There had been ups and downs. Small fights, sometimes instances where one slept on the couch, or maybe just yelling for hours on end. But they always came back to each other. They couldn't stay apart. They worked so well together- Jungkook couldn't imagine being with anyone else. He wouldn't want to.

They were still so in love.

Jungkook got his cup of coffee and walked towards their bedroom. "Jimin called me last night," Jungkook said. Taehyung followed.

"Oh shit. What's the news?" Taehyung asked wearily. Jungkook turned around, sighing in relief. "It was a false alarm. Thankfully. They're both happy about it."

"Of course. I'm sure Eka would be mad as fuck to be pregnant at 23." Taehyung scoffed.

"She really would. They've only been together 5 years or so. Not even engaged yet." Jungkook said. Taehyung hummed, nodding.

Eka and Jimin were cute, to say the least. After 2 months of Jungkook and Taehyung being together, Eka stormed into the cafeteria, grabbed Jimin by his collar and kissed him. Jimin was super confused. Eka said if Jimin doesn't ask her out then she will. So Jimin did.

And they'd been together since.

Jimin was an associate in a law firm. Eka was doing small modeling gigs. They lived 15 minutes away, and the four met up for dinner quite often. They were still best friends, thankfully.

Taehyung followed Jungkook into the bedroom and grinned when Jungkook bent over to pick things off the floor. Taehyung walked behind him and smacked his ass, lining his crotch up to the peach. Jungkook bounced up right.

"Ah! Tae- you're so annoying!" Jungkook squeaked, running off, hands on his butt. He turned around, angry. "You still act like you're 17 sometimes."

"You act like I'm 40 or something. I'm only 23. Can't I appreciate my boyfriend's cute little butt?" Taehyung asked, walking up to him with a grin.

Jungkook reached up and yanked his bandana down, making it cover Taehyung's eyes. "No. You can't." Jungkook said, walking past him. Taehyung grunted, fixing his bandana. He rushed up to Jungkook and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Are you mad, baby? You're so cute when you're upset." Taehyung said softly, kissing his earlobe.

Jungkook blushed lightly. He found it strange how Taehyung's small words still caused the boy to blush like he was still a teen and had a huge crush on him. Jungkook put his hands on Taehyung's, which were on his stomach. Taehyung squished his tummy.

"Yess, your abs are gone." Taehyung pointed out. Jungkook hit his hand.

"Shut up! I know. I don't get time to work out anymore. Don't be mean. You literally play football for a living," Jungkook scoffed.

"Hell yeah, I do. Don't you love your strong athletic boyfriend?" Taehyung asked, lifting Jungkook up from his feet. Jungkook cried, smacking his arm again.

Taehyung had been doing football intensively for years now. In high school, he thought it was hard. But college level football was different. And professional level football was fucking worse. Taehyung loved it, of course he did. But he had to be in the gym constantly, or his coach would kill him.

Taehyung had changed since high school. Jungkook was there through the change and saw him grow. Taehyung's shoulders got wider, his chest got firmer, his arms got more built, his jaw more stricken, thighs thicker, calves stronger. Jungkook loved it. (Of course, he did. Who wouldn't like their already hot as fuck boyfriend to somehow become hotter??).

"Of course I love my strong athletic boyfriend. And I love pinning him down on the mattress more." Jungkook said, and then kissed Taehyung's lips. Taehyung didn't kiss back, just smacked his ass. Jungkook giggled, looking at Taehyung. "Mmm. Your ass still hurt from last night?"

"Shut. Up. I hate letting you top."

"Letting me top? Please. You begged me to fuck you." Jungkook said. Taehyung scoffed, walking away from him.

"I don't beg. And don't pretend like you're less bad. Don't you remember Eka's birthday?" Taehyung asked. Jungkook's eyes grew big, and his cheeks turned beet red.

"Shut up," Jungkook mumbled in a small voice. "Oh- I want Taehyung's hot, aching, bulging cock in my asshole until I can't walk, until he tears me apart, until he pees in my-"

"I was drunk!" Jungkook yelped, embarrassed. "You-you didn't stop me!!! You shouldn't told me to shut up!!!! I said all of that to Eka's dad and you let me!"

"It was kinda funny." Taehyung giggled. Jungkook arched his eyebrow, folding his arms.

"Oh really? Remember your 20th birthday? When you put on those dog ears and made me call you puppy-"

"If you say one more fucking word I swear I will throw you out of the balcony," Taehyung snapped really fast. Jungkook burst into giggles, running into their shared bathroom.

Jungkook took his t-shirt off, as well as his sweatpants. He took the pair of jeans he'd put on the counter to change into and stepped into them. Taehyung walked into the big washroom.

"I have one. Two months ago when we were both drunk and had sex and you said 'impregnate me'," Taehyung said suddenly.

Jungkook looked up, eyes big. "You remember that?"

"You said it 8 times in a row," Taehyung said. Taehyung reached forward and saw Jungkook pull his jeans up his cute butt. Jungkook reached for his t-shirt, but Taehyung grabbed it before Jungkook could, and brought it over Jungkook's head, helping him wear it.

"I wouldn't mind having a baby, though," Jungkook said, looking around for something. Taehyung knew Jungkook's face routine, so he grabbed Jungkook's moisturizer and handed it to him.

"It's far too early for that, babe," Taehyung said. Jungkook opened the small bottle and put cream on his face. Jungkook nodded. "I know. We talked about this, remember? No children before we're 28-"

"35," Taehyung said at the same time. Jungkook looked at him and then frowned. "28," Jungkook repeated.

"30." Taehyung tried. Jungkook rubbed the cream in small circles on his skin and pierced his eyes at the man. "29." Jungkook compromised. Taehyung sighed and agreed.

"How many?" Taehyung asked. Jungkook looked at him through the mirror, and then looked down shyly, looking for his comb. "You know how many," Jungkook said.

"I know. But I love hearing you talk about it." Taehyung said, hands wrapping around Jungkook's waist. Jungkook looked at him in their reflection, and then bit his lip.

"2 children. One girl, one boy. The girl older, hopefully." Jungkook said. Taehyung looked up and met eyes with him.

"Mhm. We'd move into a proper house in a nice neighborhood and send them to the best school. Not a boarding school." Taehyung said.

"Absolutely not. I've seen the shit kids do in boarding schools. I'm not doing that to our kids. If my child ever meets someone like you then I'll be so upset-" Jungkook shuddered, unable to finish his sentence. "I can't. No boarding school ever."

"What the fuck," Taehyung said, blinking. "I'm literally married to you."

"Okay we're not fucking married, stop telling people that," Jungkook mumbled. "You told that woman on the bus we were married. Your coach thinks we're married. You told my mom that we're married-"

"We are, basically! We don't need to do some big ceremony. We're already ready to spend the rest of our lives together, aren't we? Do we really need a label to seal that? Labels are so annoying." Taehyung said.

"Deja vu," Jungkook muttered to himself. "And yes, I want a label. Husbands. Jeon Taehyung sounds so-"

"Gross. Kim Jungkook sounds better." Taehyung said, slapping his butt. Jungkook huffed. "I know. I just wanted to say it to piss you off."

"Seriously, though. This whole marriage thing is a scam. Like, I'm in love with you and want to be with you forever. You know that. I know that. I don't think I need a ring to prove it to you."

"I know, Taehyung." Jungkook said, looking at him. "You say it all the time. Now I need to go to work, or I'll get late." Jungkook said with a smile and then walked out.

Taehyung sighed to himself. "Fine. I'll hit the gym again." Taehyung said, walking out of the bathroom. "Do you want me to cook tonight or order in?"

"Whatever you want, babe," Jungkook said, finding his folders and bag. "But don't you dare cook tonight."

"Then why did you-? Fine." Taehyung said. Jungkook gathered his things and walked out of the bedroom. Taehyung walked out as well. "Have fun at work, baby."

Jungkook turned around before walking away and ran up to him. Taehyung got startled when Jungkook hugged him tightly. Taehyung hugged him back, chuckling. "Relax, pumpkin. I'm not going anywhere,"

"I know. I love you. I'll see you tonight." Jungkook said, then kissed Taehyung deeply. Taehyung kissed back, and Jungkook pulled away. "Go to the gym. But shower when you come back, okay? And don't leave your gym bag in the bedroom, put it in the laundry room. And don't make your coffee too hot, last time you burnt your tongue-"

Taehyung chuckled. "I'll be fine, Kookie. You don't have to stress so much." Taehyung tsked. Jungkook nodded, cupping his jaw.

"I know. Sorry." Jungkook said, hugging him tightly. "Can you fuck me when I'm back please?"

Taehyung shushed him and kissed his jaw. "Of course, baby. Don't get worked up. I love you too." Taehyung said in a hushed tone. Jungkook nodded, blushing lightly.

Jungkook tended to get anxious before going to work because the perfectionist in him worried he was messing everything up and could get fired any second. Taehyung promised him that's not how it worked, but Jungkook worried himself anyway. Jungkook didn't like losing control like this, especially in work-related aspects. So he trusted on Taehyung to calm him down. And Taehyung always did.

Jungkook left after, and Taehyung sighed to himself. He doesn't know how he got so fucking lucky. He'd trade the whole world for Jungkook.

Taehyung heard his phone ding, it was sitting on the kitchen breakfast bar. Taehyung walked up to it and picked it up. His lock scream was a picture Jungkook mid-giggle which Jimin took.

Taehyung unlocked his phone, his password still Jungkook's birthday, and then saw the text he got.

Coach
You did it. You got into the Seoul Korean national football team.

Taehyung froze.

His eyes widened. His breath stopped. Taehyung looked into his phone for 7 seconds and then screamed.

The first thing he did was fumble with his phone and rang Jimin's number. Taehyung put it on his ear hastily, and Jimin picked up after 4 rings.

"What's up dudebro." Jimin said through the line.

"Jimin!" Taehyung squealed. Taehyung heard Jimin flinch through the phone. "You need to help me. Today. Right now. Right fucking now."

"What? Why?"

"I-I need your help. I need to go ring shopping. Right now."

Taehyung's been putting on a front for about like hmmmmmm 3 years now that he doesn't want to get married and doesn't like big ceremonies or anything. False. Taehyung's been envisioning their wedding day since Jungkook and he started dating.

But Taehyung wanted it to be a surprise to Jungkook, and more, a sort of thanks to Jungkook for how much he's helped Taehyung over the years. And that would only happen when the confirmation came that Taehyung got into the South Korean national team.

This has been Taehyung's dream since the beginning of time. Now he could fucking play in the World Cup and stuff. That was insane. Taehyung squealed by the thought of it (never out loud).

Finally, after months of waiting, it happened. So here he was, outside Tiffanys & Co, with Jimin and Eka on either side of him.

"Get him the biggest fattest diamond ring," Eka said, looking at the store's sign.

"Jungkook won't like that. It's a lot of money." Taehyung said.

"What the fuck are you a footballer for?"

"I don't know! But now that I'm part of the team, I'll probably earn a fuck-ton!" Taehyung snipped. Eka stepped on his foot. Taehyung stepped on hers.

"Stop," Jimin said, stepping in between them. "Let's step inside. I know Jungkook the best so I'll decide on what to buy."

"I've literally lived with him for 5 years."

"Irrelevant and invalid. I'm his best friend. He tells me shit you don't even know about." Jimin said, and then looked and Taehyung. "By the way- dog ears? Seriously?"

"Shut the fuck up, Jimin. Eka, stop him." Taehyung said quickly.

"Jimin if you don't stop talking I won't send you nudes," Eka said. Jimin looked at her. "We're literally dating. I see you naked all the time. Plus, you never send me nudes."

"Let's go inside," Taehyung said, and then walked into the store. He stepped in and took a deep breath. Oh god. There were rings everywhere. Taehyung looked to Jimin and Eka, who were singing some Ariana Grande song about rings or whatever while looking like fools.

"Stop embarrassing me. I'm going to become an adult."

"Taehyung you're 23."

Taehyung ignored Jimin and walked to one of the cases filled with beautiful diamond rings. He imagined them on Jungkook's delicate, pretty fingers. None seemed... right. They were all too big or too wonky or too... meh.

"One 6 carat princess cut diamond engagement ring with a rose gold ring please," Eka said to the man behind the display.

Taehyung frowned at her. "No, Eka. That's too much."

"Not for Jungkook. It's for me." Eka huffed. Jimin reached up behind the black haired girl and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"This one will look so pretty on you," Jimin said softly, looking at the ring in display in front of them, brushing the pad of his thumb on her fingers. Eka turned a bit, a faint blush on her cheeks as she saw Jimin place his chin on her shoulder.

"Y-you think?" Eka asked softly. Jimin smiled, looking at her. "Of course. Everything looks pretty on you."

Eka kissed him gently, and Jimin kissed back. Eka pulled away, their lips brushing together. "Do you wanna get married?"

"Yeah," Jimin whispered, looking at her sleek black eyes, long eyelashes. Eka smiled.

Taehyung cleared his throat. "You guys are so fucking gay. Get off each other. This is for my engagement. Do this for each other later." Taehyung snapped. The man working in the store looked at them in confusion.

"Wait, sir, are you the one here to buy the ring?" The man asked. Taehyung nodded with a sigh. "Oh. Great! What is she like, the one you're buying the ring for?"

"He." Jimin corrected, still holding Eka in his arms. The man gulped. "Sorry. What is he like?"

"He's..." Taehyung trailed, and then tapped on the glass, suddenly feeling abashed by everyone looking at him, waiting keenly for an answer. "I don't know. He's perfect." Taehyung breathed out. "He's sweet, he's delicate, he's gentle, but he can be brash when he wants to. And he makes sure everyone knows not to overstep his kindness. He's feisty, sometimes a little sassy, sometimes a little opinionated- but I love that about him. He doesn't let anyone overstep him. He's beautiful, he cares so much about m-me- and everything around him that matters. He's the nicest person I've ever met. The most beautiful boy in the world. He's simple but extravagant. H-he's waited patiently for me for years because he loves me too much sometimes. I'll put him over anything in the world."

Taehyung took a deep breath. He didn't even realize he was rambling. He looked up, and Jimin, Eka, and the man working in the store looked at him with big eyes. Taehyung gulped. "Sorry. Did you want to know, like, his favorite tv show or something?"

"N-no. That was perfect. Let me find you the ring." The man said, before rushing off to the side of the store. Eka smiled at him.

"You're such a cutie, Tae. Remember when you 'hated' him?"

"I've kind of blocked out the memory of myself when I thought I was 'straight' from my memory," Taehyung said. Jimin giggled.

"Don't do that. It'll remind you of how much you've grown, and how you'll continue to do so." Jimin said. Eka sighed, flopping her back onto his shoulder.

"You're so smart," Eka whined softly. Jimin kissed her forehead.

The worker finally came back with a few boxes. He opened the first one, showing it to Taehyung. "This is 3 carats-"

"It's too much." Taehyung mumbled. "I need something- something pretty, and delicate, and eye-catching- which stands out. Like my Jungkookie." Taehyung said.

"That's so fucking cute." The man working in the store blurted. Taehyung widened his eyes. "Sorry. See this one," The man said, opening another box.

"Too small," Taehyung said.

"That's what she said." Eka laughed, and Jimin looked at her. Eka patted his cheek. "Not to you," She reassured. Jimin smiled.

Taehyung was way too picky throughout.

"Too many details." "Not enough details." "Too dull." "Too shiny." "Jungkook wouldn't like it."

The poor man working there gave up. He had, like, 40 boxes full of rings open. Taehyung looked between them. Jimin and Eka picked through some and told Taehyung they could work. Taehyung didn't like them.

Taehyung sighed, walking away. Was he thinking too much about this? Maybe a part of him was nervous. Nervous that Jungkook didn't want to marry Taehyung? But why wouldn't he? Taehyung's uncertain anxiousness was getting him nowhere. Taehyung turned around to look at the store manager, but then saw a glittering ring in the corner of a display.

Taehyung walked up to it and imagined it on Jungkook's finger. Jungkook's cheeks would turn pink, his eyes would widen, and he would smile brightly. Taehyung's heart paced faster. Even after years and years, Jungkook made Taehyung feel like a smitten dumb 17-year-old in love for the first time.

"This one," Taehyung said, pointing at it. Jimin and Eka and the store boy came to see it. "I want this one."

"It's so pretty! Koo will love it," Eka said, eyes glittering at the thought. Jimin smiled as well. "Yeah! It's perfect."

Taehyung smiled at them, and then at the store guy, who grinned. "Sure thing, sir! I'll give it to you in a pretty blue box." The man said and then took it out of the display to take it away.

"When are you going to propose?" Jimin asked. Taehyung sighed. "I-I'm not sure yet. But there are just a few more things I need to do before I propose." Taehyung said decidedly, looking down.

Later that night, Taehyung hid the blue box perfectly in a place Jungkook would never find. He ordered some Chinese food from down the street and realized he hadn't gone to the gym like he promised Jungkook he would. So while waiting, Taehyung did, like, 50 pushups.

Jungkook walked into the bedroom while Taehyung was on his 49th pushup. Taehyung did his last one and then huffed, getting up. He saw Jungkook by the door, pouting slightly.

"Hey babe, what's up?" Taehyung asked, breathing heavily. Jungkook trotted over to him and latched his arms around Taehyung's neck, kissing his lips.

"My boss yelled at me..." Jungkook squeaked. Taehyung gripped his waist for a second, and ten left Jungkook's hold, yanked open the drawer of the desk, and took out a knife. "What the fuck did he say to-"

"Why do you always have a knife with you!!! Anyways, it was my fault mainly. Don't worry, please." Jungkook reassured. Taehyung put the knife down. Jungkook leaned up to him. "You're still ready to beat someone up for hurting me, Tae?"

"Of course, baby. I'll hurt someone who even puts a finger on you. But- I mean- probably not your boss. He's kind of scary." Taehyung said sheepishly. Jungkook giggled, kissing his lips.

"You're so cute. Let's eat and then shower and then sex." Jungkook said. Taehyung nodded, grinning.

They ate and then showered and then sex.

They both ate the lo mien and drank beer. Jungkook burped after drinking all of it and then put his hand over is mouth, giggling. Taehyung kissed his cheek because he thought it was the cutest thing ever.

Then they showered. Taehyung pinned Jungkook to the shower wall and kissed his neck. "Remember when I did this to you back during our first times?"

"You were fucking bold. I don't know how you had so much confidence. You came into the shower, saw me naked, lied to me about the other showers not working, yanked your own towel off and then accused me of being gay."

"So fucking cringe." Taehyung shuddered. "But, yeah, I was bold because you were always so cute and looked at me funny. So I thought you'd be into it."

"You were hot," Jungkook said. Taehyung frowned. "Was??"

"M'kidding. You're the hottest." Jungkook reassured. "Hottest guy in football. You're gonna have sooo many fangirls when you join the national team, Tae." Jungkook pouted.

"Too bad I like your dick instead," Taehyung said brashly. Jungkook burst into giggles.

After a warm shower, Taehyung left early to let Jungkook prep for sexy times. Taehyung dried his hair with a towel and hung it around his neck, looking at the black roots which were creeping in from his grey hair. Taehyung ignored it and went to the bedroom, dried, and sat down on the bed.

Jungkook came later, fully naked and shaved, which Taehyung drooled over. Taehyung was quick to pin him down and finger him open, see him writhing and crying for more. They'd had sex a thousand times, but still found it more enjoyable every time they did it.

Taehyung fucked Jungkook while Jungkook was on his front, ass in the air. Jungkook just whined and begged for more, voice high and airy as it got when he got fucked. Taehyung knew exactly where to fuck him, where to pinch him, where to kiss him. He knew Jungkook too well.

"Pretty petal," Taehyung said after pulling out, cumming inside the condom. "Prettiest flower."

"Taehyunggg," Jungkook whimpered. Taehyung cleaned Jungkook up with a tissue and chucked it to the side, deciding to clean it up later. He tucked himself behind Jungkook, throwing his arm over him, holding him close.

"I love you baby." Jungkook said softly. Taehyung kissed his shoulder. "Love you too." Taehyung replied.

Jungkook played with his fingers. Taehyung kissed his neck, the back of his ear, his temple. Taehyung pulled away from him, and then squeezed his waist. "Goodnight." He said gently, and they went to sleep.

///

Taehyung did it. After 6 years, he did it.

The day before the proposal, Taehyung drove to his dad's office building which was 45 minutes away from where he lived. He went into the building, ignoring the woman at the front desk asking who he was, and went straight to the 20th floor where his father worked. Taehyung reached the floor and walked to the CEO's office.

He pushed open the door and walked in. His father, hair whiter than it was years ago, more wrinkles, looked at Taehyung and then stopped. "I'll call you back," He gruffed in his smoker's voice to the person on the other end, before cutting the call.

"After years of being absent, you decide to show up like this?" Taehyung's father asked, snickering.

"Don't act foolish. You know why I wanted to leave you. I'm not here to ask for anything. Not for money, or respect, or your love. Nothing. I know I'll get none of it from you. I'll resent you forever." Taehyung spat. His father looked at him, not saying anything.

"I just need you to know." Taehyung said lowly, eyes darkened. "I need you to know you made life living hell for me. I need you to know that sending me away from you was the best thing you've done for me. I need you to know that- t-that mom was the sweetest- most amazing person ever and she didn't fucking deserve you," Taehyung let out the last part weakly, eyes close to welling up.

Taehyung's father stood up, frowning. "What are you saying?"

"Mom. If she w-was here, she would've told you herself. But she can't. So I will, for her. You're terrible. A terrible man, a horrible father, and an even worse husband. You h-hurt her. Why? Why did you hurt her? She never did anything to you! She never said anything! A-all she ever did was try and protect me," Taehyung cried.

"Back when you were a child, Taehyung, I used to get drunk too often. And in those instances, I would hurt your mother. But I loved her, you should know that-"

"You didn't." Taehyung said, not wanting to feel like a child, but feeling close to it with how his voice wavered. "And if you d-did, then mom didn't love you. She wanted to leave. She only stayed f-for me."

Taehyung's father looked down. "I know."

Taehyung took a deep breath, a hatred growing deeper inside of him by seeing the old man. "Doesn't matter. The reason I came here was to tell you that I've been with someone for 6 years now, and I'm going to propose tomorrow."

Taehyung's father looked at him. "What? That's... that's good news."

"Not for long." Taehyung snickered, regaining a bit of his strength. "You remember when you came to my school? Called me a fag? Slapped me?" Taehyung asked, eyes glinting red. "It was 6 years ago, but you must remember."

"I was only trying to teach you how wrong what you were doing was, Taehyung-" His father began. Taehyung laughed.

"You didn't teach me well enough." Taehyung said dryly. His father frowned. "It's him. That boy you saw. Jungkook."

His father froze, eyes widening. "What? How- how can you when I told you-"

"Why the fuck would I care about what you told me??" Taehyung snapped, growing louder, a suppressed anger deep inside of him finally letting out. "It didn't matter then, and it doesn't now. Because I'm still a 'fag'. And I'm in love with him. And I'm going to ask him to marry me tomorrow."

"What??" His father burst, vein thickening in his neck. "Are you insane? This could ruin your career, Taehyung. It could ruin-"

"Doesn't matter. I got into the national football team. I think I'm fine career wise. And I'll probably retire earlier than you, who's still working when he's 90 or something." Taehyung said.

"Don't talk to me this way. You know who's more important than all these partners and friends? Family. I'll be there when you don't have anyone-"

"I'll be fine, dad." Taehyung snapped, walking to the door. Before walking out, he looked at his father. "Don't come to the wedding. Don't congratulate me. Don't give me anything. I have an amazing boyfriend, who I'll create a family with, and in-laws who care for me. Thanks to you, I have friends who are more to me than family will be." Taehyung said.

"Taehyung don't do this to yourself." Taehyung's father said lowly, from behind his desk.

"I'm only making myself happy." Taehyung raised, looking at his father. "I don't care for you. I don't want to see you again. Besides, for what anyone cares, I was orphaned when I was 12." Taehyung said, before walking out of his office.

Taehyung let out a breath, a weight lifting off his shoulders that seems to be there since he was a preteen. Finally, he could relax. It didn't matter anymore. He could be happy in peace.

///

"Why're we here so early?" Jungkook grumbled.

The two stood outside their highschool gates, peering inside. On a large banner, it read REUNION DINNER IN CAFETERIA! as it there was a highschool reunion for Jungkook and Taehyung's graduating class. Jungkook was excited to meet up with all his old friends.

"Shit, babe. I thought it started at 7." Taehyung said. Jungkook looked at him. "It starts at 8! Dummie." Jungkook said, hitting his leg. "Our taxi left, too. Now we're stuck here."

They'd taken a train all the way to Busan, then a taxi to their boarding school. Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jungkook's waist. "Don't be upset. Let's go in and reminisce." Taehyung said. Jungkook sighed dramatically, agreeing.

They walked into the gates and Taehyung instantly went towards the football field. Taehyung saw a football lying around and let out a sound of excitement, running around, hitting it to the goal post, smiling when it went in perfectly like always. Jungkook smiled at him.

"You do this for a living, and still love it every time. It's so cute." Jungkook said. Taehyung looked at him.

Taehyung was yet to break the news about the acceptance into the national team. Taehyung smiled. "Yeah! Well, I missed this field. I spent every day of 4 years here, almost. Simpler times, when being a captain was easy as fuck." Taehyung grumbled.

"It's okay. High school art is a lot easier too." Jungkook said, pouting. Taehyung walked up to him, kissing his cheek. He hugged him from the back.

"Remember we made out on the benches there." Jungkook said, pointing at the benches in the far giddily. Taehyung grinned. "Yeah. Remember when we had a fight there and then went behind to that shed?"

Jungkook giggled. "We used to practice football here and I used to think you were the worst because you called me a fairy once for wearing shorts."

"You're a cute fairy." Taehyung said. Jungkook rolled his eyes, leaning into his chest. They both looked at the field for a few more seconds. Jungkook smiled suddenly.

"Remember the last game you played before graduating? I was standing on the side, cheering you on and stuff? That was amazing. The whole school was there. You scored 7 times." Jungkook said.

"My highest record. M'pretty sure there's a picture of me hung on a wall somewhere in the school." Taehyung said cockily, to which Jungkook pinched his chin.

"C'mon, let's go." Taehyung said, taking his hand. Jungkook was confused as to where they were headed, but Taehyung dragged him and Jungkook found himself in the boy's locker room. Jungkook gasped.

"Ohhh, they repainted the walls! Look how much cleaner everything is! Ewww, no, they removed that penis Jackson scratched onto the lockers. Aw! Jimin scratched out our names on the bench over here because Jaebum used to keep taking our places." Jungkook babbled.

Taehyung looked around the locker rooms, sighing. "God, the amount of shit that took place here. I fucked you over here," Taehyung said, pointing at the floor. "And there," Taehyung pointed into the showers. "And there," Taehyung said, pointing at another shower. "And there," Taehyung said, pointing at the lockers. "And-"

Taehyung wasn't listening. He walked over to Jungkook and slapped his ass. "Remember when we fucked on the floor?" Taehyung asked cheekily, looking at Jungkook. "Wanna do it again?"

Jungkook blinked. "Absolutely fucking not. That was the most unhygienic thing ever. I'm 23 now." Jungkook snapped. "17 year old me would let you fuck me in the bathroom of a mall."

"17 year old you literally let me do that."

"Oh my god, I forgot. Why were we so gross??"

"We were just horny." Taehyung shrugged. "I think it's cute. You think any kids fuck here after we're gone?"

"Ew. I don't want to think about that." Jungkook said, frowning. "No one's allowed to be gay but us."

"That's fair." Taehyung nodded. Jungkook laughed. Taehyung grabbed his hand and took him out of the locker rooms. Jungkook followed after him, couldn't help but notice how excited the man was.

They both walked towards the school building. Both looked into old classrooms and giggled, remembering old stories and funny things teachers did. They went past the hallways. They couldn't go into the dorm buildings, as that was locked- but thinking about the small closets and uncomfortable beds brought back tons of memories.

"The art room!" Jungkook suddenly squealed. "Remember that? Can we go see it, Tae?"

"Of course we can, baby. I would love to. I wonder if anyone ever found it after we did." Taehyung said, following Jungkook towards the upper floors.

Jungkook hummed. "I kind of hope not. I put so many things in there. I cried when I had to leave it. It was my haven. I miss it." Jungkook said with a sigh. "She was so comforting."

"She?"

"The art room."

"Why are you assigning it a gender?"

"Because I can."

Taehyung snickered, following Jungkook in the 4th floor. Jungkook was in a yellow shirt and faded jeans, while Taehyung was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. Taehyung saw Jungkook walk into the art room, and went after him.

Jungkook gasped. "O-oh," Jungkook let out. The moonlight was streaming in through the windows, falling onto the table in the middle like it always did. Splatters of paint littered the brown oak, along with the floor and walls. Jungkook smiled widely when he saw the room cluttered with his old paintings and words he didn't find good enough to take back home.

"Look! It- it's all my stuff!" Jungkook said. He closed the white door, and then saw 'J.K' scribed onto it, along with a '+ V' in bad handwriting. Jungkook giggled.

Jungkook stepped towards the shelves with the paint. "That's the painted pillows and tapestry that we... had sex against once. And that's where I did all my art. Ooh- these are the brushes I used! God, these are old as fuck. No one found this place after me, it seems! I love that. It's my room, Tae!" Jungkook gushed, looking at the ceiling. "Maybe they can name it after me. Or, well, not. I hope some lonely art student finds it in the future and creates memories in here. Don't you, Tae?" Jungkook said, turning around.

Jungkook froze. His eyes widened, pretty pink lips falling apart. His eyes grew of moonlike glitters, sparkling like they always did in the night light.

Taehyung was on one knee, with a blue box in his hand, looking up at Jungkook. He smiled. "Hey," Taehyung said.

"T-Tae?" Jungkook let out, already feeling close to tears. "What a-are you-"

"Jungkook," Taehyung said softly. "I just wanted to tell you-" Taehyung began, and Jungkook's heart beated really fast. Taehyung looked at him for a second, looking uncertain. Jungkook took in the silence. Taehyung opened his mouth, and then let out the loudest fucking sneeze.

Jungkook screamed and stepped back. "God, Tae! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry! Fuck, it's dusty in here." Taehyung sniffled, wiping his nose with his cuff. "God, shit. Sorry. Wait, let me do that again. Jungkook? I wanted you to know that-" Taehyung sneezed again.

"Oh, babe. I told you to put a jacket on this morning." Jungkook said, stepping closer to him. Jungkook brought his chin up, looking into his eyes. "Look. Your eyes are all red and puffy. You're sick, Taehyung! Listen to me next time." Jungkook huffed, stroking his jaw lightly.

Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds, and then smiled fondly, gradually. He put his hand on Jungkook's. "I love you so much." Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook looked at him, and then brought his hands back, blushing gently. "Sometimes, when I see you, I can't help but stop and stare for a while. You're perfect, Kookie, and you always make me smile-" Taehyung said, and then stopped, eyes big. "Yo, holy fuck I just rhymed." Taehyung started laughing. "Holy shit! I could rap this shit. Oh my god, should I have written a rap for this? Wait-"

"No!" Jungkook cried, hands against his mouth. "Taehyung. Shut up, oh my god. Just keep saying what you were saying earlier."

"Okay okay, sorry. The thing is, Kookie, that I thought this intense love I have for you would fade away after a bit. But it hasn't. And it never will. Because- being with you, it just makes me so- so happy. Even when you're laughing or sad or snappy-" Taehyung began, and then started laughing. "I rhymed again!!! Check me the fuck out. DJ V out in the streets-"

"STOP!" Jungkook said, and then got tears in his eyes. "Holy crap, Tae. I fucking love you so fucking much. I'm going to start crying."

"Don't cry! Let me propose first! Oh fuck, I spoiled it. Damn it. I shouldn't have told you."

"You're literally down on one knee and have a blue ring box in your hand. I think I knew you were going to propose."

"Maybe I just want to look at your feet."

"Taehyung I swear to fucking god if you got down on one knee to look at my feet I'll-"

"Jungkook!" Taehyung burst. Jungkook paused, looking down at Taehyung. "I'm really fucking nervous, okay? You're the love of my life and I want to spend each moment with you until death do us part. Which never will! I won't let you die before me!"

"It doesn't work like that, babe." Jungkook sniffled.

"It will! You're immortal. I love you. Fuck, I'm so nervous. WOW. It's hot in here. Oh my GOD." Taehyung sneezed. "Fuck what-"

"Tae," Jungkook said, getting down on his knees in front of the boy. "You-" Jungkook began, and then pressed their foreheads together. "I-I love you so much, Tae. You don't know. You don't know how much I love you. This right here is why I love you."

Taehyung smiled at him. "Seriously? You love me?"

"Taehyung we've been together for 6 years."

"I know but sometimes I feel like MAYBE we're still friends or something."

"WHAT?"

"I'm kidding! Fuck. Sorry. Sometimes I get nightmares of bulbasaur eating my legs. Jungkook!" Taehyung yelped, eyes wide. "I'm scared."

"Why?" Jungkook asked, cupping his jaw, eyes wide as well. Taehyung looked at him closely.

"Because-" Taehyung began, and then gulped. "Because you're so fucking beautiful. I get scared sometimes, that I don't deserve you. But- but I love you so much. I felt so lost when I was 17. I was an asshole, confused, scared. I hadn't been happy s-since my mom..." Taehyung trailed. Jungkook looked at him, his own eyes filling with tears. "But then I... I started being around you? A-and suddenly, I felt... whole again. You were like the- the sunlight in my darkest days." Taehyung whispered. Jungkook smiled a little, tear falling from his eyes.

"I should be a songwriter." Taehyung said. Jungkook giggled. "Y-you really should." Jungkook sniffled.

Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds, looking lost in his eyes. Jungkook blinked. "Babe? A-aren't you gonna propose?"

"Oh shit, I forgot. Fuck! Thank god you reminded me. I would've straight up walked out of here, too. Dumbass." Taehyung muttered. He patted Jungkook's thigh, and Jungkook stood up again, smiling.

Taehyung fixed his posture, and then slowly, but surely, popped the blue box open. Jungkook's eyes grew really big, and a big smile reached his face, pink hue on his cheeks and nose, looking happier than ever. Taehyung smiled as well.

"Jungkook? Baby?" Taehyung asked softly, barely getting the words out. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Jungkook squealed, grinning widely. "Yes! Yes yes yes! I will! Forever! I love you!" Jungkook said, getting down and hugging Taehyung tightly. Taehyung hugged him back, pressing their lips together. Jungkook kissed him lovingly, deep, slow.

Jungkook felt tears rushing down his face and pulled away from the messy kiss, and put his hand forward. Taehyung took the ring and slipped it past Jungkook's fourth finger, smiling a boxy smile that Jungkook adored. Jungkook kissed his lips, and Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist, kissing him back.

Jungkook pulled away. He looked at the ring. "Oh, babe, it's gorgeous. I love it so much." Jungkook said gently. Taehyung smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's beautiful. It must've costed a ton..." Jungkook trailed, gulping.

"Oh, don't worry. Money won't be a problem. I got into the Seoul Korean football team, so, yeah." Taehyung mumbled.

Jungkook looked at the ring, and then at Taehyung. He blinked for a few seconds, and then screamed. "WHAT?!"

Taehyung got startled at his voice and gripped his waist. Jungkook was on his lap. "Sorry for not telling you. I just wanted to keep it a surprise. Isn't it great?"

"TAEHYUNG YOU'RE GOING TO BE SO RICH!" Jungkook said loudly. Taehyung rose his eyebrow. Jungkook sighed. "Your money isn't the only reason I'm marrying you. Your dick's also kinda big."

"Mhm. Kinda?" Taehyung said, wiggling his eyebrow. "You love me, baby."

"I really do." Jungkook said, snuggling to his neck. "And I'm so fucking proud of you, Taehyungie. I knew you'd make it this far. You're amazing. I'll be there every match, wearing your jersey, cheering you on." Jungkook said.

"You always have been." Taehyung said softly, kissing his forehead. "I can't wait."

Jungkook smiled at him, looking up. "Promise you'll only sign my tits after games? No fangirls?"

"I'll try." Taehyung sighed dramatically. Jungkook giggled, hitting his chest. Taehyung smiled fondly, and they kissed again. Jungkook kissed him until they toppled onto the floor, side by side.

"We always end up on the floor." Jungkook said, smiling.

"It's meant to be." Taehyung said cheesily, and Jungkook laughed.

Jungkook grabbed his shirt and kissed his lips, feeling the familiar taste of Taehyung, his first love. Taehyung threw his arm around his waist, kissing the boy again, the sweet taste of his most previous baby, his only love. Forever. They kissed, full of love.

So, so so full of love. And so it would remain, until death does them part.