Slow.

That's what it is.

What everything is.

It's like it happens in slow motion.

The world around them, the world within. Everything around Jeongguk is blurred as Taehyung pedals except Taehyung himself, and he just wants it to go faster. To get home. But it's honestly okay that it's slow.

Jeongguk thinks it may be his brain involuntarily savoring this moment, and he's glad that it is. That his subconscious is smart, just like the rest of him, and knows what's important and what's not. Because he hasn't thought about anything that feels wrong for the past hour and a half. Because he's only thought about what's right.

It's slow when Taehyung finally stops pedaling, and he steadies them so they don't fall over. Let's Jeongguk get off first, the bag making a light rustling noise along with the sounds that the night bring. The sounds of their breathing.

The sound of Taehyung getting off the bike, and letting it flop onto the grass of Jeongguk's front lawn. They leave it there. Taehyung lives in a safe neighborhood. It should be fine.

And it's even slower when Taehyung looks at Jeongguk, who's just standing, there, waiting, and he smiles, lips creeping up his face viscidly, like molasses or honey as it drips into something bitter, spreading outwards and making it sweet. Jeongguk felt bitter, and maybe Taehyung is molasses and honey, is viscid, because Jeongguk still tastes sugar on his tongue and feels it in his heart.

"I," he starts to say, lips moving from the smile momentarily to talk, but he doesn't finish, just keeps looking at Jeongguk and then holds one of his hands out. Jeongguk looks at his palm, and the lines of blue that cover it, and he fits it within his own free hand, breathes lightly when Taehyung yanks him forwards so their chests are nearly touching.

The air between them is nonexistent. There's nothing. Just them.

Taehyung opens his mouth to continue, looking slightly confused, but a good confused. He's only confused because it's hard to think with Jeongguk's face this close to his own, something that beautiful within his reach.

He touches him. The hand comes up slowly, unsure at first, but then Taehyung asks himself why he's unsure and he realizes there's no answer to that question, because he's not unsure. So when it touches Jeongguk's cheekbone, the skin soft and smooth under the warm pad of Taehyung's thumb, his movements aren't hesitant in the slightest.

And then he's opening his mouth to try and talk again, just staring into the eyes in front of him, but the eyes cut him off. Talk instead.

"What makes you think of me?"

Taehyung's smile grows, and Jeongguk feels pride bloom in his chest, also feels the heat of Taehyung's hand as it cups his cheek and brings him slightly closer, "What do you mean?"

It's said through a smile, the words all teeth, and Jeongguk shakes his head lightly, hair moving around and some of it falling forwards to tickle the back of Taehyung's hand, "I mean, when I'm not with you, what reminds you of me?"

Taehyung's smile is still getting larger, to the point where Jeongguk thinks his lips may fall off of his face. He wants to lean forward and kiss them, but he doesn't, because right now they're talking. Because once he gets his answer, it won't matter and he can kiss them as much as he wants to.

"Where did that come from?" He asks, and Jeongguk isn't sure where, he just wants to know, needs to, this curiosity that's been eating away at him all night ever since he saw the stars in the same smile that looks at him right now, "I don't know. Just wondering."

The stars are still bright above them, and it's really late at night now, and Jeongguk can sort of hear a dog barking from down the street, but all he really hears is the trace amounts of laughter Taehyung's breathing out onto his face.

"Don't you wanna go inside first?" He says, and he's still holding Jeongguk's face in his hand, his other hand pressed tightly into Jeongguk's own, and Jeongguk can't tell if he's deflecting or if he's just teasing. Judging by the look in his eyes as he stares at Jeongguk's lips, his eyebrows, the hand on his cheekbone and the cheekbone itself underneath it, it's a mixture of both.

"No," Jeongguk shakes his head again, moves a tad closer so that his breath can be warm on Taehyung's face instead of his hand, and so Taehyung can know how it feels to have someone so suffocating breathe onto you like it's nothing, like it's easy, "I want you to tell me here."

When he says here he looks up at the stars, at the moon, and when Jeongguk looks back down his smile mirrors Taehyung's own, huge, viscid.

Taehyung's shakes his head now, hair shaking too while he lets go of Jeongguk's hand to grab at his waist, at the silk shirt separating him from the skin, bring him even closer, "I don't know. Part of me wants to say that you're just you, but that's sort of a lie. There's lots of things that remind me of you. I wouldn't know where to start."

Jeongguk gets fed up and drops the bag of condoms and lube on the grass, listening to the sound it makes as it falls, and Taehyung looks down at it apprehensively, but his head is forced back upwards by Jeongguk who's now gently holding his chin, "try and name a few."

Taehyung has this weird look in his eyes, one that's almost judgmental because Jeongguk's being weird, but also one that says he likes the weird, "Okay, uh," he pauses for a second, just keeps staring, and then the hand leaves Jeongguk's waist and grabs the other side of his face, so Jeongguk's smushed between his palms.

"You remind me of what it smells like when you first wake up. Like, when you go outside and it's cold. And the air hits you just right, and you inhale," he inhales just then, partially as a demonstration and partially for dramatic effect, "and it's like your mind clears."

Taehyung looks at him, waits for him to say something, but Jeongguk doesn't answer, just lets himself dissolve and be held while staring at Taehyung, so Taehyung continues while staring back, "you remind me of dandelions. Like those ones on the field back there and the one I put in your hair. The one from the day we first met, the one I gave you then too. How good I bet that one would've also looked in your hair."

Jeongguk already knew this, but it still makes his heart beat out of his chest as Taehyung says it, and yeah, he's still horny, but this is almost nicer. Like Taehyung's curing his emotional desperation right here, under the stars, so that he can in turn cure the physical aspect. Soon. Inside.

He goes on, "And water. Not like rain or like the ocean, although I guess that's part of it. But I mean just generally, water. The purity, the simplicity, all while being the most important thing on this earth. While being versatile, while being dynamic."

Jeongguk thinks that's an odd comparison, but it makes sense in the same way that it's odd. He likes it, it makes him feel fluid, like he is water, slowly liquifying while Taehyung tries to hold him together. He succeeds, but at the same time makes Jeongguk feel even more like liquid, like he's slipping.

"You remind me of those things in the sky. The pretty ones that flash pink and green at night. The northern lights, the," he grapples for words a bit, so Jeongguk helps him out, says, "the Aurora Borealis?"

Taehyung smiles and nods, and he's blushing a bit. Jeongguk's glad because he's 100% sure he's blushing too. Probably more visibly, more agressively in the way his cheeks are painted a dark crimson.

"And that sounds just beyond corny, but-"

"You're corny," Jeongguk cuts him off because he can't help himself, and Taehyung chuckles, but squishes Jeongguk's face a bit harder so that his lips mush together at the sides, and if he spoke it'd probably be muffled.

"We've established that," he says in this mock condescending tone, and then he leans over and presses this short kiss on Jeongguk's nose that Jeongguk thinks is the corniest shit he's ever experienced, but god did he love it, "But I think it's okay that it's corny, because it's true."

Taehyung trails off a bit, and then his eyes leave Jeongguk's face and he looks up at the stars, looks up at himself, "Because those lights are beautiful. You look at them, and it's the first thing you see. How breathtaking they are. How breathtaking you are."

Jeongguk wants to look up at the sky, but he keeps staring at Taehyung's mouth as it moves, keeps listening to the words pouring out of it and Jeongguk realizes he can hear Taehyung so clearly because he's not breathing, so he takes a moment to relax, to inhale himself. Breathe easy.

"But at the same time, you remind me of a painting. I would be more specific," he meets Jeongguk's eyes again, and this sound that's a mixture between a laugh and a sigh leaves his mouth, his chest, "but I don't know how to. All I know is you're one of those paintings that you have to search for the beauty in, look deep. And once you find the beauty, it's all you can see. All you can think about."

Jeongguk still wants to kiss him. He shouldn't, because Taehyung's still talking, and Jeongguk doesn't think he's finished, but Jeongguk's crying. The water is warm as it moves down his face, and Jeongguk wonders if he reminds Taehyung of tears too. If those don't count because they're not pure, or if that's exactly why they count.

"You remind me of the sky. Of blue, but also this sort of dark green color at the same time? Like sage, I think it's called. It's basically pine trees if they were lighter, but you sorta remind me of pine trees too so I don't really care-"

He kisses him. There's water in it, and Taehyung's hands still smush his cheeks together, his hands that now have tears running down the back of them, but the way he holds Jeongguk just makes it easier to steal the air from his lungs. So that his lips are not only pressed together, but they're pressed into Taehyung's.

And when Taehyung feels it, he kisses him back, hard, honest, and tightens his grip even more so that Jeongguk couldn't fall off of his lips even if he tried. Not like he would. Try. And he doesn't. Just does that thing he's been wanting to do for awhile, lick Taehyung's teeth, except not really, it's more of his lip, but it tastes like salt at the same time as it tastes like sugar and Jeongguk never wants to go inside even though it's all he wants to do.

His hands leave Taehyung's face and hook behind Taehyung's neck, and in turn Taehyung wraps arms around his waist, pulling them body to body, so Jeongguk gets a slight amount of friction and this kiss isn't sexual but it will be in the near future, so Jeongguk gasps and kisses him even harder, puts a hand in his hair. Just for shits and giggles.

Jeongguk wants to kiss him longer, but then Taehyung's pulling back, and then there are fingers wiping at the skin under his eyes. Erasing the tears. Even though they were good tears. Not because Jeongguk felt wrong, but because he felt so right that he couldn't handle it. That it was almost too much.

"Why are you crying," Taehyung whispers, brings Jeongguk even closer so he's clutching him, like if he doesn't hold him tight enough Jeongguk will vanish. He doesn't vanish. Instead he notices the slight crack in Taehyung's voice, the promise of tears in his eyes too, the feeling of hands on skin and eyes staring into eyes, and speaks.

"Because you remind me of the stars Taehyung," the next breath he takes almost hurts, "And that feeling you get when someone listens to you when you talk, like really listens. Because you give me that feeling all the time. And so many more. Feelings. And you remind me of Spring, but you also remind me of Autumn because of the beauty. In the leaves as they die, but in the colors they make too."

Taehyung's staring, and yeah he's crying too. It's subtle, because it takes a lot to make Taehyung cry, but Jeongguk is one of the things that sets him off easily. How could he not cry? When Jeongguk's saying what he's saying, and he looks the way he looks, skin flushed and tears running down his face that really don't belong there, but also make him even more beautiful somehow. His face glows, his eyes glimmer.

"Because you're beautiful, and I don't even know what I'm saying, because I probably shouldn't have asked that question since now I can't stop crying and I don't even have a proper answer for you-"

"Jeongguk."

Hands cover his own, bring them up so they're resting inbetween their chests. Jeongguk stops talking, and his hands are shaking, just a tad, and more tears run off his face as he looks into Taehyung's own crying eyes. His own tears as they fall, kiss the grass beneath them, and they're the most pure form of water Taehyung can think of, other than Jeongguk.

"You're okay," he whispers, and Jeongguk's bottom lip wobbles a bit but he steadies it, and Taehyung starts cupping his cheeks and wiping away tears softly like he'd done before, "I didn't make much sense either. And I didn't mean to make you cry."

Jeongguk shakes his head, "no, you made perfect sense, and you didn't make me cry like, I'm not sad I just feel so-"

"Hey. You made sense too okay? To me at least. I mean, look at me," he says it with a small chuckle, and Jeongguk looks a bit closer and sees that Taehyung's really crying. Not like eyes watering, a tear falls, overdramatic shit, but full fledged genuine tears, "I'm crying too. I mean you called me the stars Jeongguk, that's so-"

"True," Jeongguk stops him before he can say anything else, because it's so true that it burns, makes Jeongguk feel like grabbing a telescope and staring at Taehyung's eyes for hours. Until he can't breathe, think, see, and everything's just stars, stars and dandelions, paintings, autumn, pine trees, anything they can think to come up with, Jeongguk sees in Taehyung, in them.

Taehyung's eyes well up even more, and another tear falls, and then his bottom lip starts wobbling too and he looks like he might start full on sobbing as he just looks at Jeongguk, but then he seems to relax a bit, takes a mouthful of air and forces it past his throat.

"Let's just," he stops his voice from breaking, and then he seems to get an idea, because he pulls Jeongguk in for this tight hug, resting his chin above Jeongguk's head while Jeongguk just completely slumps against him, "calm down. Just for a minute."

Jeongguk nods against his chest, head pushing into the fabric of his shirt, and it feels like it did hours ago, when he was crying for bad reasons and Taehyung was comforting him then too. But right now this feels good, as Taehyung holds him close and the breeze tickles his ears along with Taehyung's breathing, while he really calms down because tonight has been an emotional rollercoaster.

It almost hurts to think about. How he felt earlier. And it probably shouldn't, but he thinks it's okay that it does, because now he feels anything but hurt. Just happy, overwhelmed, a scary but beautiful combination, so he holds onto Taehyung a little bit tighter, and like he's reading his mind, Taehyung holds him tighter right back.

Jeongguk feels less needy than he was before. Now he just wants, and Taehyung just gave him everything he could ever ask for and more, so he almost feels selfish when he remembers why they came here in the first place, and wonders if it's okay to still do it.

To still actualize themselves, to be connected, although Jeongguk feels winded as if Taehyung just made love to him, right here, under the stars like Jeongguk wanted, and he kind of did but just in a different way.

They stay like that for awhile. Jeongguk doesn't keep track of time, only keeps track of the tears as they stop falling, when they stop falling, and when Taehyung's breathing slows and Jeongguk thinks he's done what he said to do. Calmed down. Took his own advice.

Taehyung's palm touches the crown of Jeongguk's head, and Jeongguk leans into it automatically, pulling off Taehyung's chest a little so they can look at each other, and Jeongguk still looks absolutely beautiful without the tears on his face, still shines and glows and glimmers and Taehyung does the same, and, "Do you still want to-"

"Please," it falls out of Jeongguk's mouth on instinct, and then there's nothing falling out of Jeongguk's mouth because they're fucking kissing again, and Taehyung picks Jeongguk up. His hands scoop under his thighs, press into his jeans and hold him steady while Jeongguk feels like he's floating.

His legs hook around Taehyung's back and his hands go to his hair, and it's half gentle but half the opposite, because Jeongguk wishes he was closer to Taehyung but he's already pretty fucking close so that's just unrealistic. Too much to ask for.

It's not. He was wrong, it's not too much to ask for, it's something he doesn't even need to ask for, can just take, so he does. He takes up the only remaining space between him and Taehyung, presses their chests together, and then kisses Taehyung like Taehyung is the fresh air he told Jeongguk he smells like.

Taehyung slowly starts walking towards the house, and Jeongguk's probably heavy and is hard to carry but Taehyung is doing it like he weighs absolutely nothing, even taking one hand off his thighs to cradle the back of Jeongguk's head, tug on his hair and kiss him deeper, nicer. It still tastes like salt but it tastes more like Jeongguk so it really doesn't matter.

When they get closer Jeongguk bites, "grab the lube," onto Taehyung's bottom lip, and Taehyung just nods frantically in response and backtracks a bit. He disconnects their lips for a moment and lets Jeongguk rest his head on his shoulder while he leans down and grabs it, the bag rustling in his hold until he's back upright and Jeongguk's giggling and kissing along his neck while Taehyung carries him into the house.

Taehyung all but kicks the door open, laughing into Jeongguk when it makes Jeongguk emit this little noise, partially one of surprise and partially because kissing Taehyung makes him feel that desperation again, the one that drowns him in the most unpure water imaginable, but it's beautiful.

It's beautiful when they get to Taehyung's bedroom, and Taehyung lays him on his bed like he promised, slow and gentle, and Jeongguk sinks into the comfort and immediately smells the wood. The sea salt. Home. Taehyung.

And then Taehyung brings their lips together nicely, short, only holding Jeongguk by the chin, and then he reluctantly backs away and disappears from Jeongguk's view with a small smile. The room is dark, the only light being from the stars shining through Taehyung's window, the stars that watch them still. No matter where they are.

Jeongguk feels dazed, like he's in a dream, but he's also never felt more in the moment than he does right now. Everything's on overdrive, the colors he sees, the blue of Taehyung's room and his ceiling, the things he feels, the happiness, the sadness but also the arousal that makes his torso rise off the bed in anticipation.

He looks up from his spot and sees Taehyung lighting those candles, the one's he talked about, the one's he knows Jeongguk likes. It makes the room glow, shadows dance, and when Taehyung's done he leans against his dresser where he put the condoms and lube, and just stares.

At Jeongguk on his bed.

At the way Jeongguk looks, braced on his elbows, candlelight casting darkness across his face but also illuminating, tangled in sheets, while he stares at Taehyung. In his bed.

"Where'd you get those?" Jeongguk speaks, and his voice is almost silent but the way he looks at Taehyung is so, so loud. It's like he's screaming come here, with his eyes, but is too afraid to say it.

Taehyung stares back, "the candles?"

Jeongguk nods, and then traps the skin of his bottom lip between his teeth, and Taehyung feels that familiar heat sink from his stomach to his cock, and god he can't believe he has someone this beautiful right here in front of him, this amazing, and he can't believe he's had him in the same position physically this many times before and been able to breathe. Not feel the heat. He guesses it's the mentality that's made everything change. The love.

He stutters when he talks, and Jeongguk almost laughs, because he's doing this on purpose, lighting Taehyung on fire from where he's sat across the room, "I don't know. Some cool garage sale. I thought you'd like them."

Jeongguk's still biting his lip like that, and he just nods again, and sits up a bit so that he's staring right at Taehyung, into Taehyung, angles his head downwards and looks at him while his eyelashes kiss his eyebrows, "I do."

Taehyung chokes on his spit.

Jeongguk has to hold in the laughter, because just a bit ago Taehyung had made him do the exact same thing, inhale a bit too quickly without thinking, because you can't. Think. And Taehyung can't, but he still says, "you do what?"

A dumb question. Taehyung asks dumb questions a lot, but he's smart, so it's not really a reflection of his mind, because usually he knows the answers. Sometimes he just wants to hear what Jeongguk thinks about things, his interpretations of the answers to dumb questions, because Jeongguk's smart too.

Jeongguk keeps giving Taehyung that look, while Taehyung's face loses it's red hue from lack of air, but it comes right back because Jeongguk doesn't answer him. Because Jeongguk just wordlessly reaches for the top botton of his shirt, and then takes it off. Continues all the way down, just like before, and his skin looks even more golden this time around, even more beautiful.

Taehyung thinks he must be salivating on the floor by the time Jeongguk's sliding the sleeves down his bare arms, and he was crying ten minutes ago but it's completely morphed into something else, morphed into the look in Jeongguk's eyes, the way his skin is smooth and his waist curves, and maybe Jeongguk is like the ocean, because Taehyung's drowning.

He opens his mouth to say something, but because Jeongguk's smart he cuts him off, "why aren't you in bed with me?" The shirt falls to the floor the moment he's done saying it, and it's almost too fast, the way Taehyung tears off his own and throws it too, and then his weight is making an indent in the bed and they're touching.

Everywhere. Taehyung's hands immediately move to touch Jeongguk's hips, but Jeongguk didn't get to see Taehyung like this earlier so it's only fair when he braces his arms out and feels his chest. The lines in it, the indent in the middle, his nipples that he grazes a finger along and Taehyung hisses and Jeongguk giggles, this thing that should be dirty but feels innocent in the way Jeongguk's nose scrunches.

Taehyung leans forward to kiss that adorable look off of his face, but Jeongguk holds him back, whispers, "wait, I wanna," he trails off, and then he pushes Taehyung down by the shoulders so Jeongguk's hovering over him again, and attaches his mouth to his chest.

Taehyung lets himself sink into his own bed, and he's facing the wrong way, his feet where the pillows should be, but he lets out a low hum of appreciation that vibrates against Jeongguk's mouth, because Jeongguk's mouth. It moves across his chest lazily, occasionally picks a certain part and sucks, leaving a faint mark, but it's more of his tongue, leaving this disgustingly beautifully hot trail of saliva across his chest. More impure water.

Taehyung takes a hand and threads it through the back of Jeongguk's hair, and looks down, and he probably looks weird from this angle but Jeongguk just settles further into his lap, lays flat against his body and meets his eyes while he starts sucking on one of Taehyung's nipples. Taehyung hisses again, this time louder, because it feels weird, but it also feels good because the heat Jeongguk brings is good. So good.

Taehyung tugs a little bit, edges him on, silent encouragement aside from the heavy breathing, and then Jeongguk grazes his teeth against the skin and Taehyung's fucking back arches, "that hurt," he bites, and Jeongguk giggles around the nipple and pulls back a bit so he's sitting upright, above Taehyung, and says, "good."

It's like there's a ring of light around Jeongguk's head now, but this one is more of an orange color than it is the brightness that resembles the moon that watched them earlier, but it's so pretty. He's so fucking pretty when he smiles after he says that, and his lips are swollen and bright red, so Taehyung puts his palms on Jeongguk's waist and then slides them upwards, feeling everything.

"Come here," he says, again, but this time it's firmer and his finger grazes along Jeongguk's neck, and the smile falls and Jeongguk shudders and then whispers, "so demanding."

Taehyung laughs, but then one of his hands grip Jeongguk's chin, not quite harsh but enough to make Jeongguk's eyes widen, and the other hand holds his hair, his head, and this is really happening right now, and then Jeongguk's leaning forward of his own accord despite Taehyung's controlling hands and kissing him so deeply it makes Taehyung shudder too. It moves through his body and makes him thrust his hips up, involuntary, and then Jeongguk giggles into his mouth and starts moving, slow.

It hasn't gotten old. Kissing Taehyung. It hasn't even been that long, not much for Jeongguk to judge off of, but he doesn't think it ever will. Because right now with their mouths sealed together, sewn, it feels just as euphoric and mind melting as it did the first time Taehyung's hands held his face like that. And it's only been a few hours since then but it feels like it's happening right now, just happened.

Taehyung pulls at the back of Jeongguk's head, pushes, and he probably shouldn't have done that because their teeth crash together for a second, and then Jeongguk's laughing and despite how warm and wet it is it's also filled with air, Jeongguk's air. Taehyung's breathing Jeongguk's air, and he never wants to stop.

Taehyung giggles back, grabs onto him a bit, sits up so their bare chests are touching and god Jeongguk wanted more before, but now it's burning him alive, the need to feel all of Taehyung. Because this is incredible, but it could be better, it always can and so he pulls back for a sec, kisses him one more time, and then falls backwards so his head's resting on the pillows.

His hair's a halo around his head, his face is golden, everything's basked in this light and Taehyung feels like Jeongguk is light, and he forgot to tell him that's something he reminded him of, but that's okay. He can show him now.

Jeongguk's hips are slotted over his own, and Taehyung's hands never seem to leave his waist, holding his torso slightly off the bed while Taehyung kneels, and Taehyung's slowly leaning forward and is about to kiss him when Jeongguk bursts out laughing.

It's nice. Watching Jeongguk laugh from this close. This in detail. Taehyung's sort of confused, mumbles a, "what's funny," but part of him doesn't care what's funny as long as Jeongguk keeps laughing like that, giggling while his fingers curl in Taehyung's hair and his smile is gooey.

"We were literally crying like," he pauses and laughs again, and Taehyung may be reading too far into it but he thinks he feels Jeongguk trace a heart into the hair on the back of his head, "fifteen minutes ago I don't know."

"And?" Taehyung says, hands moving on their own, just these little back and forth motions because he never wants to stop touching Jeongguk.

"And now we're like," his smile slowly dies down, the laughs with it as Taehyung's hands continue and his touch is more apparent, "I don't know, I," he looks from Taehyung's eyes, to his lips, back again, while Taehyung stares at his face as a whole because he can't decide on one specific thing to focus on, "I just feel so hot right now it's like I'm fucking burning-"

He doesn't finish. Taehyung gives up on holding back, and just falls onto him, lips catching. They move slow, but touch every inch of each other, and this particular feeling reminds Taehyung of ocean waves as they move back and forth, as their lips move back and forth.

There's a feeling in his chest, one he can't put into words, and Jeongguk feels it too so his hips buck up into Taehyung's, make them both groan and in turn swallow down the sounds, everything they do done together. At once. Like there's no Jeongguk or Taehyung, there's only Jeongguk and Taehyung, Jeongguk and Taehyung as their bodies and mouths move back and forth, fitting perfectly.

And then Jeongguk bites down on Taehyung's lower lip, making him pause for a moment, back up slightly in time to see Jeongguk's blissed out expression, eyes closed as he let's Taehyung's lip go back to it's original spot, but that may be a lie. Because right now, it feels like Taehyung's lips were meant to touch Jeongguk's, were meant to fit in that small space between the top and bottom one and close down as their eyes are shut but they see dreams of stars, dandelions, and beauty.

Taehyung pulls back again, and it's the same string of saliva between them that Jeongguk lets fall back into his mouth, makes a spectacle out of catching it with his tongue and swallowing it because water has so many different forms, and it was unfair to compare Jeongguk to the pure kind specifically when he represents it all. The impure, the beauty in it's impurity.

He doesn't want to, but he only has two hands, so he takes them both off of Jeongguk's bare hips and uses them to grab his face instead, look down at him as all of Jeongguk is literally held between his palms. And he feels so fucking lucky. That he gets to see Jeongguk like this, that if he has anything to do with it, nobody else ever will.

"I'm so fucking lucky," he really didn't need to voice it, because the look in his eyes should say enough, judging by the way Jeongguk's looking back at him, round eyes glowing along with the rest of him, and he looks so beautiful. Is so beautiful. He seems so taken aback, and those eyes get even rounder, and Taehyung thinks he may fall into them, and never be able to find his way back out. Be stuck forever, lost.

He expects Jeongguk to deny it, say something self deprecating, because that's a thing Jeongguk does sometimes. He gets lost in his own eyes too, in his own brain and thinks that he doesn't deserve what he deserves. That he's stupid, or naive, or that the people he loves don't love him back, when really, if he looked hard enough, he'd see it clear as day. How Taehyung feels. How mutual it truly is.

But the thing is, Jeongguk's looking hard right now. He searches Taehyung's face, and when their eyes meet it's like their souls do too, and he looks like he's in a trance but he just leans up a bit so their lips are brushing and whispers, "I'm lucky too."

Now Taehyung wants to say something self deprecating, because Jeongguk has no idea what he feels right now. How his stomach has been imploding slowly all night, how whenever he looks at Jeongguk he feels those familiar hands inside his chest, but right now they're gentle, opening him up slowly and just feeling. And he wants to reach inside his own chest, feel the hands for himself as they make him go crazy in a good way, and then he realizes Jeongguk probably feels crazy too.

Because Jeongguk told him how he felt. Because Jeongguk doesn't lie to Taehyung, because there's no reason to. And because right now Jeongguk's eyes are speaking thousands of words, and Taehyung knows it'd be physically impossible for those to be lies.

So he just kisses him instead. It's an easy solution to keep the words in his mouth, but it's so much more than a solution because it's back to being fast, while Jeongguk rocks his hips back and forth and whimpers while Taehyung's tongue opens up his mouth, because that's as close to opening his heart as he can get physically, literally. It has the same effect.

Taehyung feels like he's eating Jeongguk. He's really not, and that's a bad analogy, but he might as well be as his tongue runs along his bottom lip, and then their mouths close, and then it's touching Jeongguk's again, and the next time the roof of his mouth, and Jeongguk tastes like salt, ginger ale, blue, green, everything, so maybe Taehyung is eating him. Wants to.

He forgets to breathe. It's realized after a minute or two, so he finally pulls back, lets up, and immediately Jeongguk is gasping for air, not only because that kiss was suffocatingly beautiful and drawn out but because it knocked the wind out of his chest and left him almost confused, almost disorienting in how it pulled him in and and spit him back out like it was nothing. Because in a way, Taehyung was fucking eating Jeongguk.

Taehyung doesn't give him time to recover, places one last half assed kiss on his bottom lip because his mouth is open, and then dips down to his neck, sucks and bites like before but this time more urgent. This time more unafraid. And Jeongguk keens, moans, this broken sound while his legs hook around Taehyung's back and keep moving, keep trying to get that fucking friction that isn't enough anymore. He's needed more for so long, and Taehyung's giving him so much but he needs.

It's said into his neck, but Taehyung starts, "Can I-"

"Can you finger me?" The request is a whine, high pitched and it would make Jeongguk feel pitiful if it weren't for the way Taehyung nods quickly into his neck, groaning and biting down particularly hard before he licks the spot one last time and Jeongguk shivers, and he reluctantly climbs off him. Not before kissing his nose one last time. Because Jeongguk's hot, but he's also fucking adorable. Gorgeous.

A laugh pours out of Jeongguk's mouth at how fast Taehyung runs over to the dresser, grabs the lube, plain, and the condoms, throws them onto the bed next to Jeongguk while Jeongguk lays on his side so he can watch him, so fucking enticing and he knows it. He has to know it.

Taehyung walks towards the bed slowly, and Jeongguk giggles some more, sits up slightly, bare chest on full display and collarbones rippling with the light catching on them, body muscular but curved in the right places, dainty yet powerful at the same time. Taehyung's new favorite combination.

He sees it even more clearly when he lightly grabs one of Jeongguk's ankles, tugs him so he's closer and he's looking up at Taehyung now, gasping, and his smile fading into the same breathless expression he's had all night, and Taehyung's smile fades too, because fuck.

Because Jeongguk's sat up on the bed, legs spread out while Taehyung stands between them, towering over him, casting a shadow so the light hitting Jeongguk's face is even dimmer, makes the way he shines even more apparent, stand out. And his lips are slightly parted, his eyes are half closed as he looks up at Taehyung, and Taehyung feels like he's dying.

It's an impulse. The way Taehyung reaches a hand out, one of them still gripping Jeongguk's leg while the other goes to his face, pointer finger catching under his jawline and thumb resting on his bottom lip. Taehyung presses into it, hard, and Jeongguk's mouth opens further, and his eyes open wider.

And then. Then Jeongguk's tongue leaves his mouth, licks the underside of Taehyung's thumb from where it rests. And then, Taehyung fucking unravels, because Jeongguk's sucking his thumb, light, teasing, until Taehyung can't resist the urge and softly pushes it a bit further into his mouth, Jeongguk getting a bit bolder, sucking it further, tongue doing this little swirling motion and Taehyung can't feel his legs.

He thinks he might fall over, force Jeongguk to catch him, because Jeongguk's eyes blink, wide and beautiful and everything good but also everything dirty while he watches Taehyung's expression as his thumb eases into his mouth, watches as Taehyung's own mouth falls open, half in shock and half involuntary. Because it'd be impossible to keep it closed right now.

All he can hear is his own heavy breathing. Is this sort of wet sound, while he sucks on the finger in his mouth, the finger that tastes like Taehyung and the tears it wiped from under Jeongguk's eyes earlier.

The sounds change when the finger retracts, turn into an, "oh fuck," spilling from Taehyung lips, the words raspy but shortlived because they melt into Jeongguk's mouth when he leans down to kiss him, feel the lips themselves, the mouth that's driving him crazy. Making him feel insane, feel hot.

And then it's sheets rustling while Taehyung grabs Jeongguk from under his thighs again, manhandles him into a position - with struggle, tangled limbs, - where Taehyung's back is against the headboard and Jeongguk's sitting in his lap, and then it's Taehyung's big hands fumbling with Jeongguk's zipper.

He pauses for a second, and the kissing noises stop, although Jeongguk wishes he could hear them forever, like some better version of those whispering videos on youtube that make him uncomfortable, "are you sure?"

It's quiet, and it almost sounds timid, and Taehyung's voice is devoid of air, filled with emotion instead. Jeongguk takes his hands and grabs both sides of Taehyung's face, roles reversed in a way, and now Taehyung's between his slightly smaller palms, "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. Anything."

That's all it takes. All it takes for long fingers to pull his zipper down, the same long fingers reaching over next to them to grab the lube. And then Jeongguk's leaning backwards, maneuvering so he can pull his pants off, the material leaving behind black boxers and spread out thighs. Spread out for Taehyung.

Taehyung's throat makes this noise, and then he's yanking Jeongguk pants and socks off, legs bare, and he's feeling up the smooth skin, gripping and grabbing and making Jeongguk want to scream, want to explode.

And not long after Taehyung's looking at Jeongguk for confirmation again and Jeongguk's nodding, head moving so fast he can hardly see or think as Taehyung's hands touch him everywhere, peel off his boxers, a light patch of pre-cum on the front. Impure.

He's so fucking beautiful. Head to toe, top to bottom, every single part of him. Laid out like this in front of Taehyung, clothes covering the floor of his room, and it's messy, the floor, but also Taehyung's fingers as he pours the lube onto them, because he's not looking at his fingers as he does it.

He's looking at Jeongguk.

At the way Jeongguk's skin is slightly paler by his cock, beautiful, a beauty mark here and there that Taehyung wants to put his mouth on, taste. The way his ass melts into his thighs, smooth, pink where it meets in the middle, and he says, "you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Jeongguk's cheeks flush red and the rest of him does too, his cock, hard, leaking against his thigh, his chest even turns red from underneath the skin and then he shakes his head, laughs out, "bullshit."

It's immediate. Taehyung grabs one of his thighs, pulls him closer, kisses him, and Jeongguk liquifies in a different way than he did earlier, completely falling apart while Taehyung's bare arm wraps around his bare waist and pulls him close, and then one of his fingers, cold from the lube, presses into his hole, and that's beautiful too.

What's really beautiful is the sound Jeongguk makes, and then he settles even more into Taehyung's hold, lets go of his mouth to lean his head back in satisfaction, feels Taehyung start licking up his collarbones and his neck as he starts moving the slender finger, in, out, hand covered in veins, veins that Jeongguk can really feel now.

"Have you done this before," Taehyung whispers, because his finger eases into Jeongguk, and Jeongguk feels so good around it while he gasps and sinks down, pushing back slightly onto Taehyung's knuckles, "yeah, yeah I have."

"You mean fingering yourself, or bottoming?" Taehyung's speaking into his neck, and it tickles, and Jeongguk laughs a bit, cuts it off sharply when Taehyung's finger crooks to the left, "both. A few times."

Taehyung moves a bit faster as he feels Jeongguk getting used to it, bouncing in his lap in this way that makes Taehyung feel like he's surrounded by stars, floating in the middle of space with no helmet or protection, swimming in the endless void with Jeongguk holding his hand, "how come you never told me about this?"

The way they talk is casual, but it makes sense that it's casual, because this feels amazing but Taehyung and Jeongguk have known each other for so fucking long, and it makes sense that this feels normal to them, despite how it's the exact opposite. Of normal. Maybe it's their new normal, and Jeongguk thinks he likes the implications of that as Taehyung's finger goes deeper and he laughs a bit, out of shock and because Taehyung's asking dumb questions again.

"I don't know, I had a phase last year. Slept around a bit," he breathes in deep, and a bead of sweat runs down his hairline, falls onto Taehyung's chest, "I just didn't think that was best friend territory."

Taehyung laughs too, and then mouths up his jaw with a smile and keeps moving his finger, switching paces, maddeningly slow so that Jeongguk falls forward and pants and then fast so he makes those same high pitched noises that make Taehyung sink into the bed, "it is now."

They both laugh a bit, and there's a slight pause when Taehyung brushes up against his prostate and Jeongguk's back arches, chest and lower body and cock pressing into Taehyung, while Taehyung looks up at him and smiles, almost condescending but in a good way.

"Did you ever top?" He asks, purely out of curiosity, and it's another dumb question because he should know the answer to that. Because right now Jeongguk is putty in his hands, pliant, but just as easily he could turn them around and push Taehyung into the bed, make Taehyung putty. Even though Taehyung is putty right now, and personally he thinks of Jeongguk as his flower, but he's also aware of the power he holds. Would be a fool not to be.

And then, "Yeah."

And then, Taehyung hums and moves faster, whispers, "you're so fucking hot, oh my god can I add a second-"

"Please Taehyung, please-"

And then it's two fingers, and then it's three, until Jeongguk's trembling and breathing into Taehyung's neck, moaning, and Taehyung's holding him up and supporting his weight and telling him how pretty he looks, how pretty he sounds, and then Jeongguk's begging for something more and Taehyung's flipping them over.

He nearly tears his pants off, his boxers, and Jeongguk's fingers help but he's really just fumbling with fabric and hoping it'll comply with what he wants, and it does, because who, or what, wouldn't give Jeon Jeongguk what he wants, especially when he looks like this? When he's looking at Taehyung like this?

Taehyung grabs the condom, and this time Jeongguk's fingers really help, as he admires Taehyung's cock, spreads the pre-cum collecting at the tip over the rest of his length and then strokes it once, twice, before sliding the condom on carefully and then falling onto the sheets.

"Y'know Jeongguk," he covers his cock in lube, copious amounts, because he doesn't want to risk anything, and lines himself up, tip catching in the middle of Jeongguk's ass, and god it's dirty but Jeongguk just wants to feel him, "you're kind of a pillow princess."

Jeongguk shakes his head, spreads his hands out and then grips the sheets lightly, fingers on fabric, skin on skin. "Just fuck me already Kim Taehyung-"

Taehyung does the thing where he hauls him closer by the ankle again, and Jeongguk pants, immediately halts his sentence and mumbles, "god, that's hot," and Taehyung just laughs, the sound comforting, before he lines himself up again, and that feels comforting too.

He pushes into him.

And it's slow.

It's like coming home after a long time away, sleeping in your own bed and feeling the comfort, the warmth, but it's almost like they've never been home before. Because they've never done this before, and Taehyung thinks that's criminal, because it's hardly even started and he's already nearly drooling onto Jeongguk's neck as he leans down and slides in deeper, breathes into his ear.

Jeongguk inhales, and it's because it hurts, but it also feels amazing, being full like this, full of Taehyung, physically and mentally, because he couldn't think of anything else if he tried. And it only takes a moment for him to adjust, not actually a moment, because it's about a minute that Taehyung holds him close and whispers how good he feels into his ear before Jeongguk's rocking his hips down and asking for more, but it feels like a moment. Like time is both slowed and quickened, neverending but passing by too fast.

And then it's pushing and pulling, so fucking slow, while they get used to each other, and Jeongguk feels. He feels Taehyung hands on his hip bones, feels Taehyung's cock inside him, feels their legs intertwined, and most importantly he feels the love.

And his eyes. His eyes open and close, but that doesn't matter, because he sees regardless. He sees everything, the universe spread out in it's entirety, some starts shining more brightly than others, but none of them shine brighter than Taehyung and Jeongguk as they are right now. Together.

And to see Taehyung's face would be nice, but right now he doesn't need to. As they keep getting used to each other, as it gets faster, less tantalizingly slow, and Taehyung leaves these kisses all over his neck that are so gentle, and they match the way he fucks into him, smooth, honest, treating him like a flower, and Jeongguk really feels beautiful.

Part of the reason is that Taehyung keeps whispering into his ear, how beautiful he is, how beautiful this is, but the other reason is that Jeongguk thinks it'd be impossible for him to be anything but right now. Anything other than beautiful. So he puts a hand in Taehyung's hair, holds him against his neck, feels the drag in and out of him as his back slides up and down the sheets, and tells him. How beautiful Taehyung is. How beautiful he makes Jeongguk.

And it really doesn't matter that all Jeongguk can see right now is the ceiling, is the back of his own eyelids, is the stars when Taehyung's cock hits his prostate, because in his head right now, he can see everything. Every single part of them. More than his eyes ever could.

All Jeongguk can see is Taehyung.

Again, not literally.

Because Taehyung's panting into Jeongguk's skin, face hidden while he keeps whispering and keeps pulling him, pulling them together, but emotionally, he can see everything that Taehyung is and ever will be, his mind, his heart, his body, can even feel Taehyungs own emotions as they're poured into his ears and his skin.

And the phrase "love is blind" is equally worshipped and scoffed at, but Jeongguk thinks he can see it from both perspectives. The worshipping and the scoffing.

Because yeah. Love should be blind physically, because no matter what Taehyung looks like, Jeongguk knows his true beauty lies within his soul, within the way he touches Jeongguk and talks to him and makes him feel.

But love isn't physical, it's emotional.

And seeing doesn't have to be a physical thing. Jeongguk can see Taehyung with his eyes closed, can see him when he's not looking at him, or when he's not even there. Can see him right now, fully envision, sees him more clearly than he ever has before.

So Jeongguk thinks that love is all about seeing. Love is seeing.

Just not in the way some may think.

And Taehyung's really fucking him now, driving his cock into Jeongguk so that he sees even more, and Jeongguk just moans in response, but he wants to do more, wants to say something because Taehyung's still calling him beautiful, still rambling about how lucky he feels-

"I love you."

It stops.

Taehyung stops for a second, stops breathing, stops moving, and it makes Jeongguk's hips cant up but he wills them to fall back down as Taehyung pulls back, finally looks at Jeongguk's face physically.

Any other person would feel nervous. At the lack of an immediate response, at the utter shock written on Taehyung's face, in his eyes. But Jeongguk's not nervous, because he knows how Taehyung feels. Knows to the point where he didn't even think he needed to say it, but everything about this moment just feels so right, and he's not sure what else there would be for him to say other than what he really feels. The love.

It's silent for a moment, while Taehyung stares at Jeongguk, and hands leave his body and move to his face, holding him, and then a tear drops onto his cheek. It's cold, and the hands are warm, and they move over and wipe at his own tears, because they're both crying again, because this is just so overwhelming.

Overwhelming in the most beautiful way imaginable, in a way that makes Jeongguk want to sob for hours, pure happiness making it's way into his tear ducts and expelling anything bad in the form of water. And right now Taehyung feels like Jeongguk's made his way into his tear ducts, taking over him, occupying everything.

"Jeongguk," he stops for a second, and his cock is still inside of him, and he seems to remember that, because he thrusts forwards a little bit, and his eyes widen upon seeing Jeongguk's face as it twists up into a beautiful noise, "I love you too. I love you so fucking much. I've loved you for years and-"

They kiss. Because nothing more needs to be said than that. Than how they feel. Because that's all that's important, while they cry into each other, while Jeongguk kisses him the deepest he's kissed him all night, lips and bodies fitting together like missing puzzle pieces, and then Taehyung finds his rhythm again, fucks into Jeongguk again, loves Jeongguk again.

Except now it's different. Now Taehyung doesn't hold Jeongguk's hips, now his hands stay firmly planted on Jeongguk's face, holding him as they kiss for a bit longer, as his tongue moves in sync with his cock, this unraveling union that makes Jeongguk nearly scream at how good it feels, happy tears still lightly flowing.

Their lips disconnect as Taehyung goes even faster, and Jeongguk's hair is moving, and his lips are parted and swollen and red and his eyes are watery, but he looks so happy and so out of it at the same time, as Taehyung learns where he likes to be touched, what angle is perfect, and then just keeps holding his face.

He stares down at him, and Jeongguk takes in the way Taehyung looks too, in his furrowed eyebrows, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, his hair as it moves and as Jeongguk combs it out of his face, his smile that fades into a moan when his movements go slower, deeper, hit Jeongguk's prostate every time, make him feel like he's going to come already.

A hand trails down Taehyung's back, and nails dig into the skin, and they just stare. And right now is when Jeongguk really can disagree with the whole love is blind bullshit, because looking at Taehyung right now he feels like he'll never be able to look at anything else again. Like if he did, it would pale in comparison. Would only make looking at Taehyung feel even better. If possible.

And Jeongguk finally doesn't need. He doesn't need any more, because Taehyung wraps one arm around his waist and hoists him up and moves faster, makes Jeongguk moan louder, unashamed, and this is everything Jeongguk could ever ask for, could ever hope for. Because he has.

And Jeongguk finally knows. Why his entire life has been the way it has, why he's thought he's stupid for the longest time, unable to think properly, when really other people see him as smart, other people who really know him like Taehyung.

It's because until now, Jeongguk's never seen himself. Never been able to, and not in the way he sees himself when he looks in the mirror or catches a glimpse of his features in the reflection of a window, but fucking emotionally, fucking truly.

But he sees himself right now. And it's because he can see all of Taehyung, but as they are now, as they've always been, just never actualized, Jeongguk is a part of Taehyung. They're together, they're one, and if he sees all of Taehyung then that has to include Jeongguk too, all the intelligence, all the beauty, all the good Taehyung sees in him.

"You feel so good, I-I," Taehyung cuts himself off with one particularly sharp thrust, and the nails dig into skin again, "I don't even know what to say right now. I probably s-sound like an idiot, but you're just so," he pauses, runs a thumb along Jeongguk's cheek, "warm."

Jeongguk nearly breaks, just cries, but he feels too good to keep crying, so he meets Taehyung half way, rocks down onto his cock, feels the warmth too when it hits his sweet spot for the thousandth time, makes him sob in a different way.

"I never want t-this," Jeongguk's cut off by another moan falling from his lips, because fuck, even though they're being sappy and crying all over each other Taehyung's so hot and big and just good at this, "to end," immediately Taehyung kisses him, firm, thrusts deep, makes him cry into his mouth, makes sure their lips touch when he responds, "me either."

Jeongguk spreads his legs a little wider, and they shake, but his hands don't shake anymore, from where they brace themselves on Taehyung's shoulders, occasionally moving up to touch his hair, to brush away a tear that falls.

Jeongguk feels like he's fallen into a black hole, a supernova, watching a star collapse, except they are the star, they are the supernova in question as Taehyung holds his thighs, hands moving everywhere to the point where it's almost hard for Jeongguk to keep up, but he does, keep up, because it feels so good to finally have them touch the places he's been wanting them to for the longest time.

And it looks exactly the way he thought it would. Taehyung's hand on his thigh, the way it perfectly fits into his clutch, like it was made to be there, made to pull him back and forth while Jeongguk feels love and fire explode in his heart, push themselves together so it's impossible to distinguish between the two.

Jeongguk's trembling, keening, and Taehyung's still whispering comforting things, saying, "you're beautiful," and, "you sound so amazing baby, I can't believe this is real-"

And it almost feels that way. Unreal. Too good to be true, because it's so fucking good, the way Jeongguk feels and the way he knows Taehyung does too, and Taehyung also sounds amazing, as grunts fill the air while he gets closer to the edge that should sound crude, but instead mix with Jeongguk's own sounds to make something beautiful.

And he never wants it to end, but it's going to soon, because Jeongguk feels that familiar burn in his lower belly, in his own cock as it leaks against his stomach, occasionally brushes up against Taehyung as he drives into him, giving him friction the brings him even closer to the edge, makes his moans get louder.

It's like Taehyung knows, or maybe it's because he's going to come too, because he moves faster, and then reaches between them and starts stroking Jeongguk, making his entire body rise off the bed and press into Taehyung while he fucks him, and god it feels so fucking good-

"Tae, I'm gonna-"

"Me too," Taehyung leans forwards, presses their foreheads together so sweat touches sweat, and their lips touch too, not quite a kiss but just enough for them to taste each other, to taste like each other, speeds up so that Jeongguk drives the pillows into the headboard, moans so loud at one point that he's sure that dog that was barking down the street earlier heard, but it doesn't matter because-

"Taehyung, I'm-"

He does. It leaves him in spurts, painting his chest and Taehyungs, and his entire body shakes and he sees Taehyung, Taehyung as he watches him and fucks him through it, and he sees the stars as they shine in on them through the window, not enough to overpower the candlelight but enough to make Jeongguk feel like he's in them, like he's in heaven.

By the time he's back on earth, back in reality, Taehyung's biting down on the skin of his neck, gentle, and coming into the condom, rocking into Jeongguk a few last times before he slumps down, body giving out.

They lay there for a minute. Neither of them say a word, just feel, the way Taehyung's still buried inside of him, physically and mentally, because that's all it's about. The physical, the mental, Taehyung and Jeongguk.

And then it's slow.

It's slow the way Taehyung rises up a bit, and looks at Jeongguk, and they both smile. And the smiles are viscid, molasses, honey, and the tears are dried, and they're dirty, but they just stay like that for a second. Just smile, until Jeongguk says, "I can't feel my legs," kind of whispers it, dazed, blissed out, and Taehyung presses another fucking kiss onto his nose, unbearably sweet, a laugh following.

And then it's slow the way he eases out of Jeongguk, both wincing, partially from oversensitivity and partially because they really didn't want it to end, wanted to stay intertwined eternally.

But it's okay that it's over, because it's not slow when Taehyung throws away the condom and grabs tissues, and runs over, gingerly holding Jeongguk's hand while he cleans his stomach, moves on to his own.

And it's okay, when he throws the tissues away too, grabs a shirt from his dresser and some boxers, throws the latter on himself and then walks over to Jeongguk, who's half asleep, and chuckles while he asks him to raise his arms and he slips the T-shirt onto him. It's slightly big, because Taehyung chose one of his larger ones, and he looks so pretty in it that Taehyung can't resist when he kisses him, short and nice, Jeongguk lazily reciprocating.

It's slow again. When Taehyung blows out the candles so the only light in the room is the stars shining in from outside.

So the only light in the room is Taehyung and Jeongguk.

Taehyung as he climbs into bed, pulls the covers over them and then also pulls Jeongguk into himself, so his arms wrap around his waist and his chin rests on top of his head. Gentle, slow, warm.

It's silent for a moment. Completely. Just breaths, air and feelings.

And then.

"What was number one on the list?"

Jeongguk's voice comes out rough with sleep, dirty around the edges yet so beautifully pure. It filters into the room, and it's like Taehyung can see his voice floating out in front of him. A beautiful thing.

Taehyung hums, voice rough around the edges too. He's too lazy to say anything else, so he just makes the questioning noise, and subconsciously pulls Jeongguk further onto his chest. So they're together, everywhere.

Jeongguk eases into the embrace, how warm it is, and answers, "the Taehyung and Jeongguk hall of fame."

Taehyung smiles in the dark. Neither of them can see it, but Jeongguk can feel it against his hair and Taehyung can feel it in his chest.

"You mean the Jeongguk and Taehyung hall of fame?"

Giggles, soft and sweet pour out of a closed mouth, "either one works."

Taehyung chuckles back. Jeongguk feels it on him, he feels everything about Taehyung right now. The way they are. He waits, because Taehyung still needs to answer the question, and he's slowly falling asleep, but he wants to know.

It's hard not to fall asleep though. When he's this comfortable.

"That's an easy question though," Taehyung whispers, and his hand squeezes a bit, makes Jeongguk melt just a little bit more while Taehyung talks into his hair, presses a light kiss at the crown of his head, "number one on the list?"

There's another small pause. Jeongguk almost falls asleep.

"Right now."

Jeongguk can't think. Half because of Taehyung, and half because he's drifting off to sleep. He should probably say something back, but he also knows he doesn't need to.

They have the morning.

They have as much time as they need.

Beautiful.

Smart.

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not sure how i feel about this :/ sorry if there is any typos ily, and next chapter is the last!