i really can't take a writing break
for very long, so i'm back!! :D

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jjungkookie i think i saved the universe in my past life 😳💜

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bookmonnie i bet you cried a whole ocean bun
v_95✔️ @bookmonnie i take the blame for that ✋😔
jjungkookie @bookmonnie i just got exposed

parkthatjiminshi get home already so i can bombard you with 7274478282828 questions before i leave for work
   jjungkookie @parkthatjiminshi i'm staying right where i am then thanks😀😀

sunshinehobi✔️ the cutest two on the planet
wwh_youknow✔️ @sunshinehobi after us of course
   jjungkookie @sunshinehobi @wwh_youknow you two are the blueprint

v_95✔️ oh god my hair cannot stay like this that looks ratchet
jjungkookie @v_95 IT DOES NOT. but you wanna go dark again?? 👀👀

wwh_youknow✔️ he's gonna be late to work isn't he
v_95✔️ @wwh_youknow what about it🥰
   jjungkookie @wwh_youknow i take the blame for that pt.2

agust_dboy✔️ how the hell is his face still like p e r f e c t after ik he cried a shit ton
jjungkookie @agust_dboy i would like to know the answer too

kookieboi_ SWEET. NIGHT. MADE. ME. CRY. pls these two just called us so freaking lonely😭😭😭

taesty_ BRUH TAE AND JK SWEET NIGHT I really wanna see what jk looks like now :( IM JUST CURIOUS

taekOokIe TAEKOOOOOK sweet night is the ship anthem :') (sHIP— SEE WHAT I DID THERE)

peachVtae these two have my heart😭😭😭💜💜💜💜🤍🤍🤍🤍

bh_babies sweet night enthusiasts:

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Jungkook had woken up with a sharp contrast of welcomed warmth and piercing cold on his skin. He shivered and curled further into the source of warmth wrapping around him beneath the covers, goosebumps trailing his skin whenever chilled sheets of the winter warming grazed him.

His eyes felt glued shut, breaths quickening as the warmth around him tightened, some bony structure resting on the crown of his head.

He hummed quietly and forced his lids open, entirely painful as the bright light shattered his dark vision.

Blinking, his cheeks warmed as he felt his nose just brushing a tan neck, lips level with jutting collarbones.

Oh. His flush deepened, a stupidly shy smile tugging at his lips. He caught the smile between his teeth, biting nervously and pulling away just enough to look at Taehyung.

Oh. Morning sunlight wafting in from the bedroom's balcony doors, not direct rays, but the warmth of them glowing on the golden skin.

Taehyung's features heightened— if even possible— with the redness of his lips, his cheeks smooth and a little flushed from tears, his long lashes dusting at skin below his eyes. His hair was messy and pushed back, forehead exposed.

He looked beautiful. Just raw and human. But the most beautiful kind of human.

Jungkook stopped himself from his next actions. Where did they stand? Did 'I'm yours' mean he could still kiss the elder? Show affection? He wasn't sure, so he chose something fairly mild.

Craning his head, Jungkook let his lips whisper a touch on those golden cheeks, nose bumping on the structured cheekbone just above.

When he pulled away, though, his smile fell, a wave of worry crushing him instead as Taehyung's brows furrowed, lips parting with a shuddering breath paling his skin. Jungkook could feel the hands wrapped around his midsection tremble.

"N-No, stop— please, no, no—" the words that slipped from Taehyung's perfect lips made distress kick into Jungkook's chest and head.

He cupped the model's face and tried to ease him with warm hands, but Taehyung was jerking out of the hold like it had burned him. A cry left his lips as he remained trapped in his hellish state of sleep, another stutter of pleading protests leaving his mouth.

"Tae," Jungkook rasped. "Tae, wake up, please wake up."

A tear spread across the elder's waterline, dousing his lashes and making them clump until it dripped down his skin and rolled over the hill of his nose and all the valleys of his skin.

The younger reached around him and clasped onto the hand against the small of his back, the shaking hand easing in his gentle hold.

"It's just a nightmare," he whispered, pain evident in his concerned gaze and quivering voice. "Get up, Tae, please."

He interlaced their hands, holding the mound to his chest and pressing his lips to them, unsure of how to wake the elder up without hurting him.

He didn't need to. Not when Taehyung's eyes snapped wide like camera shutters and he clambered away with the sudden sob leaving his lips, tan skin having paled to a sick shade of ivory.

"Tae, it's just me," he didn't let go of the large hand even if Taehyung stared breathless at some void, eyes clouded in hopelessness. "It's Jungkook."

"Jung—" the deep voice croaked. And then his shoulders relaxed, face crumbling with relief, the heartache still lingering in his gasps for air, free hand tugging harshly at blonde strands.

Jungkook pulled him close again, strong and grounding Taehyung's shrinking figure, carding fingers through the hair and holding him steady as reality crushed the aftermath of his nightmare. The elder's fingers were desperately clutching his shirt, bunching the fabric at his chest in his hands as Jungkook whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

"Koo— Koo," Taehyung seemed to have calmed down enough to let go of his shirt and grab him instead, their bodies twisting up the sheets.

"Hey, hey, it's me. It's Koo." He mumbled, lips soft against the plane of his forehead. The creases there faded mere seconds after his lips left so he did it again, on the model's eyes, his nose, releasing that pain with a touch of belonging.

"Jungkook." The muffled sound was pressing into the base of his neck, warm but sullen.

"I'm here." He answered assuringly. "What happened? If you want to say."

A quick jerk of his head, side to side, a no. But Taehyung gave him a little insight through stuttering words and soft cries. "I-I wish his voice would just get out. His hands on my body— I wish— I just want those horrors gone—"

Jungkook's own eyes welled with the salty drops and he held Taehyung even closer, as if having any distance between them would allow him to drift away.

"Then listen to my voice, okay? I'll keep talking and you just let my voice drown him out." The younger felt Taehyung press his lips gratefully on his skin, his wet tears having left some dampness on the same spot.

He talked for a while, just about random things, some story from his childhood about how he wrestled with some kid over a computer and managed to scar his cheek, his experience with an arrogant client who believed his photography was subpar and veiled their beauty. He slipped in his fist time seeing Taehyung in the celebrity news, in modeling magazines— how he'd been amazed from the start, end even more in that moment.

His chest eased with every small breathy chuckle tingling his neck. Every squeeze of his waist from those large hands, long fingers drawing circles on his skin.

Taehyung rebuilt his mask and let out a sigh, concluding the effect of his stressed awakening.

"What time is it?" The model asked softly, when silence set in from Jungkook taking a breath between his successful rambles. The younger glanced over his shoulder at the standing clock on the dresser.

"Half past eight." He groaned. "We slept a while."

Taehyung hummed, and as much as he tried not to think about it, the vibrations flittering into his nerves sparked butterflies alive in his stomach.

"I've gotta get to work, angel." The model sounded apologetic even though Jungkook was already nodding.

"I know, I should get stuff done, too."

"Damn, I was hoping for some denial so we could stay in bed here." Their laughs mixed in the cold morning air. "I'm happily exhausted from last night."

"What a way to end," Jungkook remembered. They'd just held each other for an hour, cuddled on the couch as the world shrunk to just the two of them. Everything outside was forgotten, the video Taehyung had taken in that Andong restaurant's parking lot playing for them to relive. Then, Taehyung had gotten him a change of clothes and they'd passed out in each other's arms. "Best night ever."

But they did have a life to get to, and Taehyung had already been absent from company celebrations long enough that people were expecting to see him that day and congratulate him in person at work.

So now they were sitting for breakfast, Jungkook still wary of the morning's terror overtaking Taehyung, but the model seemed to pass by it, or just hide his dwelling emotions too well.

"Your post." Taehyung chuckled softly, setting his phone down and reaching his coated arm over to ruffle Jungkook's hair. "You're adorable, angel."

Every time he was hit with the words of endearment, he was granted with nothing but warmth and a stumbling heart.

The model took full advantage— which was unhelpful for the health of his beating organ.

"Do you actually want to change your hair?" He asked instead, closing the chopsticks in on a small dumpling and putting it in his mouth.

"Hmm," Taehyung gulped down his bite. "Like the idea of going dark again. Natural, easy to maintain. Got a lot on my plate such that easy hair will make my life better."

"Okay." He smiled softly, refusing to express his thought of how good he thought Taehyung looked in any hair, but especially black, the dark hair scoring number one on his list.

He saw the small grin on the model's face, though, the gentle shake of his head proving that Taehyung had him figured out.

"I'm going to get bombarded in that building." The elder stood and took his plate when they finished, Jungkook following behind. "Probably have interviews and radio calls planned already. I haven't even checked the news."

"I'm nervous to check." Jungkook agreed. His name was surely taking its place everywhere. "I mean, it won't be anything bad. The song's musical gold and the public's reception should be great."

"There's always some bad." Taehyung finished washing the dishes as Jungkook put the leftovers in the fridge. The words did chip at his hopeful barrier, even though he knew Taehyung was right.

The photographer closed the fridge and leaned against it, the cold metal sending a shiver down his spine while Taehyung wiped off his hands, looking gorgeous in a black turtleneck and matching trench coat.

"What's up, angel?" The model stepped up close to him, actions far from the confusion in his eyes as those practiced hands held his sides and his own found rest on those broad shoulders, material of Taehyung's coat rough under his palms.

"You okay?" He asked quietly. "About this morning, I mean. I just... I want you to talk about it, but I know I can't push it out."

A knowing smile graced the older's lips. "I will one day. It's just nightmares that usually spike with more news about him, you know. Like some sick thing of my mind to crush any advances with the memories."

"Eventually it won't," Jungkook breathed out as Taehyung pressed a little close to him, their chests almost touching as his hands linked behind the tan column, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Eventually you'll wake up with only sweet dreams."

"Nightmares are always bound to happen." Taehyung shook his head, fingers almost ticklish on his clothed waist. "You can't just stop them. You can't control what you think, Koo, especially not in the subconscious. It's waking up and knowing it's not like that anymore that makes it okay."

The model looked at him for a moment.

"It's a little defeating, though," Taehyung admitted. "That even being in your arms doesn't dull them."

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"No," Taehyung pressed his waist back against the fridge, Jungkook's breath snagging in his throat as warmth filled his clenched chest. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Habit." He mumbled, knowing he couldn't have done anything. "Habit of compassion."

The model nosed at his jaw, causing his body to melt and pull Taehyung closer. Jungkook was flush against the fridge door and its cold couldn't compare to the warmth he challenged back with.

"Don't apologize. Learn not to." The model murmured against his cheek. "At least control where the apologies are directed."

"Okay," he whispered, hardly able to think of a better response with Taehyung's lips by his ear, pressing and lingering before moving closer and closer to his lips.

"Control." Taehyung reminded, smiling against his skin and Jungkook almost slapped his arm. Would have if he wasn't feeling like gelatin in a certain celebrity's hold. "Let's not talk about him while I've got you here, angel."

"Mhm, got it." He mumbled.

"You look really good in my clothes." Taehyung shot at him instead.

"I'm changing out of them when I get home. I can't ruin them." He fumbled out, thoughts swimming in the middle of an ocean, without any sense of clear direction for the shore.

"You still gotta get them back to me," he chuckled, voice low and rumbling against the dip below his jaw. "Noona will freak if something's missing."

"Just tell her I took them, she won't care." Jungkook felt the heat rise to his cheeks upon understanding his own words, embarrassed by the sudden confidence. It was confidence that dissipated in less than a second as Taehyung pulled a mere inch away to look at him.

"Well, I need some reason to have you back here, don't I?" Taehyung's hands slid around to his back and pressed forward into the small of his back, making Jungkook stumble against him.

The younger's gaze stayed lodged on the button of his trench coat— suddenly thinking that threaded plastic was the most interesting thing in the world.

"I don't— I, uh— you don't need to have an excuse to have me back here. I'll come willingly. Any time."

"So effortlessly perfect." Taehyung whispered and Jungkook nearly died as the model dipped his head to be level with his. His gaze had softened and Jungkook's heart skipped a beat at the care in Taehyung's eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" The model asked, timid.

Jungkook dipped his chin once, not quite able to muster a proper answer without sounding like a child asking for candy.

The lips felt so different that time around. The night before, they had been sure and promising, solidifying the change in their relationship in a mess of emotions.

This time, it was quieter, gentle, less overwhelming and more relaxing. He sighed against Taehyung's lips and ran his hands around the shoulders and into the blonde hair, making Taehyung, too, loosen the taunt muscles his body.

Slow and clear, taking their time, and Jungkook pulled away first. He giggled as Taehyung buried his head into the crook of his neck, lips leaving invisible prints on the skin.

"O-Okay," The photographer nudged on his shoulder, squirming. "Work— you have to go— I'll message—"

Taehyung gave him another kiss on his mouth and the younger's eyes shut with a sharp inhale. Then, the model's touch left entirely and he just stood there for a moment to regain himself.

He opened his eyes again to see Taehyung with his bag, grabbing a keychain with his ID and keys.

"I'll text you." The model placed a large hand on his forearm and pecked the side of his forehead. "You can let yourself out? Take your time and hangout here if you want."

"Yeah, yeah," Jungkook knew the drill thanks to the previous time he'd been over. "You're late already, go."

"So eager to kick me out." Taehyung laughed, smiling once more before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

So 'I'm yours' did mean affection was fair game.

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...yeah FINALLY fair game after i
made y'all wait 70 chaps for
the first kiss smh
slow burn at its finest

i finally like this book's cover :)