33| her

"did you know that M&M's stands for 'mars and murry'?" taehyung spoke, while mixing with a paint brush the yellow and blue colour until it became a creamy green.

jeongguk was watching him with a soft smile, taehyung's beautiful way of using colours on a canvas fascinating him. but he is also a little bored, they already spent 3 hours like this in jeongguk's office.

"aren't you shocked? i was so shocked when i found out about it." the deep voice of the younger male filled jeongguk's ear— he could never get enough of it. "i don't care about m&m's." he said and taehyung gasped.

"they're delicious as fuck." he pouted, jeongguk sighed. "when are you finished, princess?"

"it'll take a while till i'm finished, are you already missing me?" he chuckled and jeongguk rolled his eyes.

"can't you continue tomorrow?" the blond asked lazily. taehyung turned around and glared at him lightly. "if it dries, it gets harder to make an even overflow with the paints." the ravenette explained absently. oh how much he had missed holding a paint brush in his hand.

it was quiet for a moment.

"princess?"

"mhmm?"

"i love you."

taehyung stopped, his cheeks getting red instantly by the sudden confession. "why so suddenly, is something wrong?"

"maybe." that made taehyung turn to look at jeongguk, who was staring at him with stern eyes and crossed arms, his arm muscles flexing under the black long sleeve shirt that he was wearing.

"what do you want, jeon?" taehyung asked irritatedly, not knowing what jeongguk was trying to tell him.

"you can continue tomorrow." the mafia leader spoke, as he got up from the chair and walked over to his lover, causing taehyung's cheek to heat up and his ears probably to turn dark red.

"you look cute when you're flustered like this." jeongguk spoke when he was face to face with taehyung, who then looked away. "shut up."

a deep chuckle left jeongguk's lips, before he just leaned forward to catch taehyung in a small kiss. taehyung raised an eyebrow. "what was that for?" he spoke annoyed, when he turned around to face his canvas again.

he stopped in his tracks, when he felt jeongguk's body against him from behind, the older snaking his arms around the younger and grabbing his hands. "stop questioning everything, doll."

an audible content sigh left taehyung's lips, feeling jeongguk's warmth caging him like that. "c'mon princess, put the brush away." jeongguk spoke quietly into the ravenette's ear and took the brush from taehyung's hand, putting it to the side.

"what are you doing?" the younger asked warily, when he felt jeongguk nibbling on his ear. he gasped when he felt something poking him from behind and quickly pushed jeongguk away.

"what the fuck, how did you get hard?!" he asked and jeongguk shrugged. "you were cute while painting..." jeongguk said, but taehyung crossed his arms.

"it was my ass, wasn't it?"

"maybe?"

taehyung's expression turned even sterner.

jeongguk gulped. "yes."

taehyung sighed, finding the situation amusing. "i have no time, take care of it yourself." he said, pecking jeongguk's cheek, before grabbing his paint brush again.

jeongguk frowned, before going back to the smaller male and lifting him up, throwing him over his shoulder. "what the fuck, jeon, let me down!!" taehyung wiggled around in the older's hold, laughing lightly, because he new exactly, that something like this would happen.

jeongguk chuckled, until he felt something cold on his back, his suspicions rising when he noticed quiet the ravenette got.

"what are you doing?"

"painting on your back." taehyung said, he had the brush still in his hand, so why not.

jeongguk didn't know what to say, he didn't care about his clothes, therefore he let taehyung do whatever he wanted.

"i'm hard."

taehyung snorted. "i know."

"that's why i'm dragging you with me now."

"i know that too."

"you don't seem excited."

"it's the third time for this week."

"you don't like it?"

taehyung blushed and the way the younger kept quiet was answer enough for jeongguk. "i take that as a yes."

taehyung pouted, excitement building up though, when they passed seokjin and namjoon's room, knowing jeongguk's is just a few doors farther.

the painting, colours, paint brushes were long forgotten when jeongguk made love to taehyung that evening.

meanwhile, in the dining room, the other members were discussing a serious matter. "so tomorrow's that day." namjoon whispered, hugging his sobbing husband close to his side.

"jeongguk still blames himself for her death." yoongi mumbled, a sad frown on his face.

"that's why it's better to not mention anything to gguk, he'll freak out." namjoon said, the other's nodded, seokjin kept quiet, burying his face in his husband's side.

"shall we tell taehyung about it?" jimin questioned, but namjoon quickly shook his head.

"if he doesn't know about it, he won't mention her to jeongguk. he could distract him."

"and i think gguk should be the one to tell tae about jaehee. that's not our position."

"i-i told him a little about her though, but i don't think he'll mention her to him especially today." jin admitted, saying his first words.

"that's fine, i guess. just pretend like tomorrow's a normal day."

"are you alright?" jeongguk asked taehyung softly, as he pulled out of the younger, who let a soft whine out at the empty feeling.

"m'tired." he whispered, snuggling up against jeongguk's bare chest, sighing in content by the warmth and scent of the older. "don't you wanna shower first?"

taehyung whined and shook his head, while pressing himself more against jeongguk. "nuh, wanna sleep."

jeongguk pecked his forehead. "let me clean you up before you sleep." he whispered and got up, throwing some clothes on before going to the bathroom.

he came back with a wet towel, a fond smile on his lips as he looked at taehyung sleeping so peacefully. a few weeks ago, the mafia leader would never thought that he could smile, laugh or even love again, but taehyung, with his oh so soft smile and bratty attitude, suddenly stepped into his life and made jeongguk exactly do that. smile, laugh, love— he really forgot how good it felt to that.

taehyung's appearance was like a sudden wave of unknown emotions crashing down on jeongguk, and he tried to swim against the waves, waiting for the moment the sea would calm down and its waves are gone. when that never happened though, jeongguk got tired of fighting against the waves and chose to swim with them. he had no chance anyways— his heart already chose taehyung.

wether he had a heart before or not, like he always said, taehyung brought it either back, or made it thumb inside of jeongguk again.

after jeongguk cleaned the smaller up, he chose some clothes and made him wear them, before wrapping a warm comforter around his small frame. he softly pushed single strains of taehyung's curls from his face and gazed at him softly.

"my princess." he whispered, heart full of joy by just the view of taehyung. he then got up from the bed and left the room, heading to the kitchen to drink some water.

he was confused when he found the other members sitting on the dining table, while his brother was crying. "what happened?" they immediately stopped talking and seokjin tried to wipe his tears away.

jeongguk looked around their faces and then took a sip of his water. "what were you talking about?" he asked.

everyone panicked internally, not knowing what to answer, until hoseok...
"jimin and yoongi are thinking about getting married earlier!" he said, making everyone on the table gasp, except jeongguk who didn't seem interested.

"we are?!" the mentioned couple asked, their cheeks tinted a dark shade of pink. if you forgot, they're already fiancés.

"y-yes, th-they euh, thought about it for a while now.." hoseok continued, scared of yoongi who was glaring at him. of course he wants to marry jimin as fast as possible— duh— but hoseok's statement was so sudden. they wanted to make the wedding during a time where they don't have any missions, or aren't needed.

"congrats guys." jeongguk answered, playing with his water. he chuckled, before turning to his brother. "hyung, come with me." he ordered and seokjin nodded, cursing that it's so obvious that he cried.

namjoon looked after them in worry as they walked out of the room.

when they were outside, seokjin closed the door behind him. "wh-what's wrong."

"you were talking about her, right?"