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v_95 dark angel, blue eyes🤍

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wwh_youknow✔️ the wings😍😍
v_95✔️ @wwh_youknow they are heavy omg

agust_dboy✔️ your skin is glowing
v_95✔️ @agust_dboy i think that was just the lighting🥴

sunshinehobi✔️ blue eyes suit you SO MUCH
v_95✔️ @sunshinehobi im🥺 thanks hobi

parkthatjiminshi hey isn't jk going to see that in person?? oof good luck to him😳😳
v_95✔️ @parkthatjiminshi 🧍‍♂️

jjungkookie✔️ oh im already dying
v_95✔️ @jjungkookie waiting for you on set hehe

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Jungkook watched the scattered flash of the blinding lights hit the backdrop. The shooting director yelled out instructions to the staff as Taehyung used his skills to make the normally awkward poses seem cohesive and stunning.

The magnificent outfit was that of the modern dark angel. Leather draped over his chest in the form of a jacket, the deep neckline exposing his beautifully tan skin, skin Jungkook's fingers itched to glide over. Large feathers were hooked to his ears, the dark colors swirling in a mix of his outfit, backdrop and silky curled hair.

And the wings. Large, dark wings had been strapped to his back, somehow staying upright and making him look like the artistic depiction of an angel with godly features.

Taehyung was deep in the moment, Jungkook hidden in the backstage area, leaning against the emergency vanity where Taehyung's stylist sat in the padded chair. His eyes watched the way the model's jeweled hands flittered around, grace reaching every part of his body from his relaxed eyes to his fingertips. The belt cinched at the model's waist was a matching leather, the whole look gleaming in the eerie lamps illuminating the set.

And it was when Taehyung's eyes somehow found his in the sea of people swarming the area behind the camera, those beautifully menacing eyes glistening with the power of his current form, as the center of attention, that Jungkook stopped breathing.

"Holy shit..." he muttered aloud, voice too low to truly be audible. Taehyung's eyes teased his lungs, taunting them to suck in air and lose focus.

He had never realized how amazing the elder was at his job. Always knew it, but he hadn't realized the extend of worthiness Taehyung was of that hefty price tag on his name.

The shudder simmered away when Taehyung ripped his eyes towards a new point, seemingly unaffected as Jungkook sharply inhaled through his nose, gripping the vanity's table.

"He has that effect, doesn't he?" The gentle voice of Taehyung's stylist hummed beside him, eyeing Jungkook with a smile on her lips. "You never get immune to it, just learn to live amongst such a beauty without feeling like you're stealing his oxygen."

The young photographer flushed, looking over at her with a nervous chuckle rolling off his tongue. "Yeah, I guess so."

Taehyung's confidence behind the scenes seemed to resonate with his appearance in front of the camera, helping his strength as a model build where people couldn't deem possible.

And Jungkook was proud to be at the center of that confidence. Proud of the elder for opening his heart and healing it.

The older was meant to be in front of the camera. He was born to do it. It was so right.

"Twenty two million won worth of clothing on a twenty billion won worth man," the stylist met Jungkook's gaze, her supportive tone making Jungkook's tense shoulders fall. "You're getting quite the show."

"I'm getting quite the man." He mumbled, to which she nodded knowingly.

"Lucky you." She giggled softly, which caused Jungkook's ears to redden. He seemed to have forgotten that there were non-toxic ones in the industry after everything that happened. The respectful ones who appreciated a celebrity's ability to make mistakes, to find love, to be human.

He was lucky to see it in person that day. Yeontan was with Jin, who somehow had a day off when Taehyung told him this shoot would be the perfect one to come to. He would have asked Yoongi or Hoseok, but both were swamped with showcase preparations. Even Jimin was hardly home for anything but sleep. Jungkook just hoped Jin and Yeontan were getting along fine— but then again, he could hardly think about that.

Time seemed to buzz by with the electric crowd, everyone enamored by the sight before them while simultaneously making the shoot run smoothly. The room felt stuffy and warm besides the set, fans directed only in the model's direction for his ease and the safety of his makeup melting and outfit ruining.

Jungkook was dazed and hot by the time the set lights were shut off, the room delving into darkness before the work room's ceiling lights flickered on.

"Successful shoot for us all," the director spoke minutes later. Jungkook caught sight of Taehyung's manager sitting on the couch of the waiting area, clicking away at his computer, reflection emitting onto his glass lenses.

"Thank you to our photographers, set designers, costumers and stylists..." the ending notes continued, Jungkook drowning out the voice as he felt pulled to Taehyung's being. The elder was drinking from a water bottle, head tipped back in a manner that made the golden expanse of his neck glimmer and add to his exposed chest.

He handed off the bottle to the same assistant that had given it to him, accepting the towel next and dabbing his lips dry, wiping off his lipstick in the process. There were secondary stylists unfastening the wings from his outfit, a hefty weight visibly lifting and Jungkook hadn't even realized how tiring it must have been to make them look weightless.

"...and of course a special thanks to V, our special prince." The mention of the familiar name snapped Jungkook out of his trance. "While we are on that note, I wish to excuse him from the set first."

Taehyung smiled appreciatively, stepping down from the set's raised platform as the sea of employees parted to let him through. His figure glided through them, overhead lights casting shadows as he headed straight for Jungkook and his stylist.

"You did wonderful. This third outfit was by far my favorite." The stylist chirped, jumping off her seat and picking at a stray feather fluff clinging to his hair. "Caught the eyes of many."

Jungkook groaned, rosy cheeks and all at her pointed words, wanting to curl into a ball of nothing as Taehyung's lips curved up with a flicker of his sharp eyes gazing him up and down. The two BigHit employees shared a moment of laughter before they were packing up their personal belongings and heading for the room's exit.

People rummaged about the room, entirely focused on tearing down with their work done. The exposed ceiling metalware gave a hardy industrial look to the area, the modernness of the halls contrasting it the moment they were out of the stuffy room; and yet, Jungkook still felt just as warm and tingly, as if it was Taehyung who carried the electric buzz and not the professional lighting.

Taehyung's manager would be conversing with the shoot director for a bit, Taehyung and the stylist supposedly heading to the dressing room first to prevent any damage of the expensive outfit and remove Taehyung's melting makeup.

Jungkook trailed behind them, both conversing in some conversation he hardly understood. About schedules and the plans, the new year bringing great change.

His stylist and manager were both shocked by his decision of a break when he'd told them. Then, they came around, impressed by his attention to self and wishing him the best. They'd be assigned elsewhere until his return and it was naturally unnerving considering it'd been years since they'd taken care of another celebrity.

Inside the dressing room, Jungkook sat at a spare seat while Taehyung's stylist combed his hair out of his face and began to remove the shiny makeup blurring his natural skin.

After that, he was supposed to remove the outfit so expensively given for the shoot.

Jungkook couldn't help watching the entire time, quiet and hiding in his own head as his eyes wandered across the contrast of tan and black, the pink of Taehyung's lips and the blue of his contacts, irises dark when the small detail was taken out of his eyes.

He really shouldn't have been staring that much. Especially when his and Taehyung's eyes met in the mirror more than once, when cleanser was removing makeup along his neck, when his stylist was removing the jewelry from his long pretty fingers.

Especially when Jungkook didn't even look away. Just let Taehyung catch him staring and let the breath leave his chest as the model's lips quirked to a grin.

There was always some residue of confidence left behind in Taehyung as he came down from the high of a shoot. That confidence was something Jungkook found to be dangerous. The absolute best danger to exist, though.

Jungkook helped the woman toss the dirty cotton pads and set aside stained towels for wash. Taehyung was fixing his hair, letting it flop around his head through whatever softness he could muster despite the hairspray.

Taehyung suddenly slipped off his seat, pausing for a moment and then looking at his stylist.

"Noona," his voice was low, eyes wavering past her to Jungkook standing behind, the burn in his chest growing when his confused gaze met the model's. "Can I have a few minutes with Jungkook alone? I just wanted to ask him about some plans later today."

"Can't that wait until after you're out of this?" She gestured dramatically towards his leather outfit.

Taehyung leaned closer to her, Jungkook turning his head away as if he was overstepping into some secret of their's.

"Noona," the pleading tone made her eyes widen and she glanced back at Jungkook, understanding dawning on her before she scoffed and stepped out of the way.

"Ruin those clothes and I'll have your head, Taehyung."

"Yes, Ma'am." The model grinned wider, taking her side and leading her to the door. "Thank you."

Jungkook didn't hear whatever the stylist responded with. Instead, she chuckled and slipped out of the dressing room.

"What plans? Thought you were gonna relax when you were done today." Jungkook was bothered by the suspicious tone, teetering around the center of the room as Taehyung hovered by the door until it clicked shut.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked again, glancing down to see the elder's arms crossed over his chest, creasing the fine leather, but that seemed to be the last thing on Taehyung's mind. "Tae?"

"Jungkook," his voice was deep, playfulness rasping at its edge. Jungkook's brows shot up, hands going clammy as his throat bobbed with a gulp.

The steps Taehyung took forward were ones that Jungkook frowned towards, confusion lurking throughout his head. The elder stopped a foot away, the burn in his chest gripping onto his shoulders and hips, lighting his whole body and making his knees wobble.

"You should really learn," the elder started, hand reaching up between them; Jungkook followed it until his chin was grasped and his gaze was guided to Taehyung's.

And, oh, did Jungkook feel a new kind of dazed.

The kind that made his chest clench and breath go ragged, head spinning as the air was sparking with an energy he'd experienced around Taehyung on very rare occasions.

"Learn what?" He breathed out. "What did I do wrong?"

"Oh, darling, nothing you did was wrong. Just..." The small click of his tongue, the shiver running through him as Taehyung's finger trailed his jaw up to his ear and tucked a strand of hair behind the lobe, skin numb from the path of fire. "You should really learn to stare more discreetly."

His lips parted in some stutter of an attempt for air as Taehyung smiled at him, a dazzling smile that made his heart pound so harshly it ached.

He wasn't weak, though, not entirely subject to Taehyung's charms when he knew how to hold the older and build him up. Jungkook could challenge him because why would he bother staring discreetly when Taehyung was his?

Maybe because you were in a room of other strangers and your relationship isn't exactly publicly confirmed, dimwit.

Right. There was that. But they were alone at the moment.

"Why should I?" He grabbed the hand holding his jaw, the long fingers curling around his own. His voice was soft and calculated. "You seem to love the attention."

A low sound of denial came from somewhere in the elder's throat, one that caused Jungkook to take the first step forward and interpret what kind of hot that feeling was.

"Or it just my attention you love?" He whispered, smiling more sweetly at the shyness on Taehyung's features— shyness that only last a second.

His hand gripped Taehyung's as his lips hovered over the model's, their hot breaths stinging each other's skin in anticipation.

"Tae..." he whispered, seeing the elder's eyes flutter shut at the heavy warmth against his mouth. "You had my attention pinned to you and only you in there. In here. Everywhere."

The named male hummed, deepness carving that warmth into a flurry of inferno and searing his nerves. "Did I do well, my angel? Did I become a beautiful angel, too?"

"The most beautiful."

Taehyung tugged harshly on his arm, causing their lips to finally crash together and the groan from Jungkook's vocal chords was instant, lost in the loud hammering of their hearts. Jungkook let his free hand climb up the air to land on the dip between Taehyung's collarbones, the exposed skin warm and sweaty under his palm, causing the broad chest to melt against his hand.

The elder's hand was on his waist, pushing him backwards as their mouths moved against each other. It wasn't desperate or rowdy, but deep and full. A dance, one of emotion, feeling each other exist in the other's touch.

Jungkook stole Taehyung's breath with a gasp as the small of his back hit the vanity counter, his hand letting go of the other's to catch himself on the ledge.

"Jungkook," Taehyung murmured against his lips, leaning back in without giving him a chance to respond. But he didn't want a response. He was in charge of the dance and Jungkook followed his steps. The model's hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, cool fingers ghosting over his side and making Jungkook shudder.

His chest was burning as he approached the limits of his lungs, whimpering into Taehyung's mouth as a tongue trimmed his bottom lip before it, too, flicked at his own.

There was still a gap between their bodies, the small inch separating the feeling of Taehyung's hips pressed against his. Jungkook slid his hand down the golden skin under his palm, feeling every defined ridge the model's upper chest had been molded to have, perfect and tense under his calloused fingers.

The low sigh of approval tingled against his jaw, lips kissing wet and openly down the column of skin; the younger finally getting his chance to breath and ease the burn of his lungs away, gasps loud and faulty.

Jungkook's hand brushed the edge of leather, the material warmed on the abdomen it covered. He was almost at the belt around Taehyung's waist, ready to grab ahold to close the unwanted distance, when Taehyung gripped his wrist and pulled it down to cuff against the table in his strong grasp.

The mesmerizing chuckle left the model's lips, vibrating into the skin of his neck and making Jungkook jerk forward to rid of the frustrating gap between them.

"Hands off, angel," Taehyung placed the hand that had been under his shirt, holding his slim waist, to the photographer's other hand, pinning them both against the porcelain counter. "You're not allowed to touch or Noona will kill us both."

"Tae—" he was cut off with the elder pressing their lips together again, a hand snaking up his arm and eliciting goosebumps on the warm surface. Jungkook took the opportunity of his hand being unbound to reach for the thick dark curls at the nape of Taehyung's neck, careful not to touch the expensive leather, lacing his fingers in and tugging softly for the beautiful noise that came from the elder's throat.

He felt every slope and curve of Taehyung's nose brushing his, the ridges of his lips as the younger captured Taehyung's bottom one between his teeth and tugged before slotting them back together, the graze of eyelashes and Taehyung's soft curls sweeping past his forehead in a gentle tickle.

His attention was still only on Taehyung. From the shoot and seeing him shine golden and black, all the way to the dressing room.

Taehyung was all he could think about recently. Everything about him; the warm lips buttery and smooth on his, perfect hands holding him safely from getting in trouble with his stylist, the strength of his heart and the story behind his closed eyes.

With Taehyung's restraints weak, he shook his hand out and cupped both sides of the elder's face to slowly pull away. Taehyung continued to leave small lingering touches on his swollen red lips, aching for the moment to never end.

"Tae," Jungkook giggled quietly, nose scrunching and causing Taehyung to kiss his wrinkled nose instead. The model shared the sweet laugh with him, lips pressing a few more kisses to his cheek and forehead before a final one on his lips, both of them pulling away with all the time in the world.

"Sorry," Taehyung frowned. "That was random."

"Sorry?" Jungkook whispered incredulously, resting his forearms on the bare part of Taehyung's shoulders, hands linked behind his head "I don't think that was random. God, you're fucking hot when you get all confident with modeling."

"Not that again." The elder chuckled, large fingers caressing small circles on the dip of his waist. "Is my modeling really that admirable?"

"You tell me. I literally stopped breathing for like an entire minute. And we've hardly ever kissed like that before." Jungkook rolled his eyes and Taehyung laughed, pulling him slightly closer to kiss his hairline, hair messy. "You're really talented."

"Is it bad that I'm taking a break from it?" Taehyung's lips lingered at his brow, adding a cheekier, "Will we get to kiss like that again if I take said break?"

"Taehyung," Jungkook groaned and hid his face in the model's neck, careful to avoid his clothing. "We could, uh..." the younger felt the singe of heat spread throughout him at the thought. "Could do plenty more."

"Do plenty— wait." Taehyung retracted. "You mean... oh."

"Sorry, did I just make it awkward? You don't sound pleased, I just won't bring that up, but like— don't you want to? Someday?"

"Someday." The older's voice was strained and Jungkook's attentiveness noticed in a heartbeat.

"Tae," he said gently, leaning in close to paint the words on his lips. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I mean, it's nothing new, and I know he's gone," the deep rattle rang in his ears and Jungkook's eyes widened in realization. "But... sex is going to take time to not feel like reopening a wound, Jungkook. I'm sorry."

"Why the hell are you apologizing?" He shushed immediately, brushing away curls framing Taehyung's face. "I didn't even think about that, I should be sorry. I understand, Hyung. Really. And if you never want to, that's... honestly, that's okay. I'm clearly not with you for that."

"But you deserve that kind of love, too." Taehyung sighed. "I'm not sure if I can give you that. Not soon, anyway."

"I don't care." He whispered again, smiling against the firm, steady kiss he left on the model's lips. "It would never be good if it wasn't you, and even worse if you weren't enjoying. So it's really okay."

Taehyung looked like he was going to apologize again and Jungkook shook his head with a small laugh. "Why are you laughing?"

"You apologize for ridiculous things. I love you, Tae. You. Not sex." Jungkook was also enamored by how openly honest Taehyung was being with him. It was fair to them both for that honesty, because Jungkook would never forgive himself if Taehyung pushed his limits like that. "Besides, Tannie probably wouldn't appreciate that when he's trying to sleep between us."

"Not wrong." The model relaxed under his arms, tugging him just a bit closer to feel the warmth of his body. "Thank you."

"Thank you for telling me."

"You look beautiful, you know that?" The model suddenly murmured into his ear, voice drowsy like he was floating. "Looked really pretty just watching me like that. Staring at me."

"Says you. Literally fucking perfect." He breathed out as Taehyung kissed his earlobe, catching the earring dangling there. "Is Noona going to kill me?"

"You didn't touch enough to ruin it," Taehyung chuckled against his skin, smile more confident from clearing the issue. "Good job, darling, you're staying on her good side."

"Thank god." He fanned himself dramatically, causing a rumble of joy to leave Taehyung's mouth again. "You really looked like an angel in there. Might just have to switch up the names."

"Hmm."

"Hey, baby," Jungkook heard Taehyung's breath hitch and smiled discreetly. "Nothing we just did made you feel uncomfortable did it? I don't know how much you're okay—"

"No. Making out is really nice. I love that." Taehyung leaned back. "I like holding you, kissing you... just beyond that. I do trust you. Shit, I trust you with absolutely everything. Just—"

"Time. I get it. We have time. We have a lifetime." Jungkook added for good measure and a longing stare met his. Forever. Always. Jungkook never wanted to leave Taehyung's side.

Taehyung shifted to grab ahold of his hand such that he could curve Jungkook's knuckles down and lift it to his mouth. The younger's smile grew stupidly wide as the model pressed his soft wet lips to the back of his hand, there for a few moments before he slowly let it fall.

"Promise me you're seriously okay with not doing more, angel."

"As long as I still get to call you hot."

"Koo—" Taehyung's forehead pressed against his with a bright laugh. "Done. Call me whatever you want. I still get to tease you."

"Yeah, whatever. Also requiring you to take control so I don't do something you're not okay with."

"Oh, really? What a privilege." He slapped the older's arm playfully. "And you'd never. Don't worry."

"Speaking of, you should get out of this," Jungkook ran a finger along the trim of the leather jacket, brushing his tan skin.

"Why?" Taehyung grinned. "You want another kiss?"

The photographer whined and shoved him away, causing laughter to fill the home of Taehyung's privacy that was the dressing room. "I just want to hug you without risking my life!"

"So... no kissing?"

Jungkook swayed timidly, focused on the wall and suddenly finding the racks of clothes more interesting than the elder's face. "I never said that."

Taehyung stepped out of the way and gestured for the entrance. "Then, by all means, do call in my stylist, kind sir, and I shall return to you soon."

The younger chuckled at the comfortable teasing between them, nudging past Taehyung. He nearly grabbed the door handle when a hand snagged his wrist and pulled him back, making him stumble into one more kiss before letting him go.

A promise. A promise that they were still them, heated touches, staggering trauma, recovery and all. That Jeongguk truly loved Taehyung for him and not the twenty two million won worth of clothing on his back, or the sculpted body apart of his job requirements.

"You'll come to the showcase this weekend, right?" Taehyung asked when the younger was halfway out the door.

"I'm not missing it for the world." He smiled and slipped out the let Taehyung's stylist in. "Hey, Noona."

"You'll be at the showcase?" She had overheard.

"Hopefully Tannie will be fine for a few hours alone, but of course I'll be there," he frowned. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"The whole... appearance thing in public." The woman patted his shoulder. "I'm glad it's getting easier though, he was nervous about whether you'd come or not."

"He never tells me when those things bother him."

"He doesn't want you to feel obligated to go just because he wants you there. Your comfort levels are something he's adjusting to as well. Most of the people in his life thrive under the spotlight."

"I know, I know," Jungkook shrugged shyly. "Also thanks for giving us a few minutes."

"Mhm." She laughed. "You look even cuter with red cheeks and swollen lips, dear."

"Noona," he panicked, glancing down the halls— which were empty with most people in the work room working on tear down. "Don't be so loud."

"Hey," Taehyung peeked his head out of the dressing room. "I want out of this outfit, Noona."

"Weren't in a rush ten minutes ago." She rolled her eyes and Taehyung poked her arm.

"Yeah? Well, I want to go home and cuddle my baby." Taehyung argued with her, the younger photographer covering his face out of embarrassment as the two bickered in the doorway. "Both babies."

"I'm glad to have met Tannie. He's adorable." His stylist chuckled, nudging him inside. She threw a wink towards Jungkook and the younger laughed as Taehyung curled his hands into a heart to challenge her.

"Tae, go," he whispered, glancing down the halls once more before kissing the model's cheek and pushing him away to get changed.

Taehyung was extremely talented, but it was a talent he'd grown for years. That meant it wouldn't be affected drastically by him taking their set break. The showcase was coming up, and then a couple weeks later they were heading for Daegu.

Yeontan would come with them, Jungkook announced, figuring out how to bring the small dog with them on the plane, and Taehyung was ecstatic about not having to leave their small fluff ball behind just a month after getting him.

He headed down the hall for a nearby sitting area, dumping himself on the couch and killing time. Peeking around the corner once, he saw Taehyung's manager let himself in after a knock on the private room's door. He relaxed and gazed outside, knowing Taehyung would be done after some briefing from his manager.

The city was visible from the area's large windows. The tall building that was BigHit's towering over nearby smaller ones. The sky was clear that day, too, sun shining rays into the building, warming the patch of his pants that it touched. Winter's peak was supposed to be around soon and it wasn't even noticeable from his spot.

Not much longer was Taehyung walking out with his personal bag, coat on already. He handed Jungkook his own (which he had left inside the dressing room) and they made their way out of the building.

"I've got to shower and clean up when I get home, but you should order dinner in for yourself." The model started as they took the elevator down.

"You don't want anything?"

"I've been slacking on the diet. My dietician might go crazy. There's a last couple of important shoots and I can't be messing up my body for before we leave, so I'll be taking it easy on the food."

"That's not relieving—"

"Nothing drastic. Honestly a better diet than my usual, the holidays just gave me too many cravings." Taehyung laughed and Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Thank you for planning to come to the showcase, Koo."

The elevator opened and Taehyung's security was lingering in the BigHit garage lobby, waiting to get him and Jungkook home.

"It's the first and last time Sweet Night's gonna be performed live and you don't think I want to see it?"

"Well," Taehyung grimaced. "I'm probably going to mess up."

"You've worked lots with Yoongi Hyung. Before New Years and after— you have the dress rehearsal tomorrow, too. You'll do great." Jungkook greeted the driver as the two got into the car.

"Thanks. I'll scout you out in the audience." Taehyung buckled up and sat his bag in the center gap between them. "Namjoon Hyung will be there?"

"He's coming for the weekend. Said the rush at his bookstore died down enough. Jimin Hyung's gonna work twice as hard now."

"I'm glad he can make it." The older shuffled through his bag and pulled out a small box, dark vehicle moving out of the building garage. "I ordered this for Tannie."

"Oh?" Jungkook opened the box and found a small chew tow inside. "A bunny. You—"

He scoffed as Taehyung covered his mouth and muffled a laugh. "C'mon! You can't tell me it's not adorable!"

Jungkook stared deadpan and boxed the toy. "You're hilarious, Tae. Seriously."

The model hummed and ruffled Jungkook's haired affectionately. Taehyung's gaze slipped down as one of Jungkook's feet rested on the opposite thigh, knee braced against the door.

"Hey, the shoes look amazing." He flicked the Balenciaga laces and Jungkook smiled over at him. "You like 'em?"

"Best shoes I own." Jungkook nudged his foot against Taehyung's touching hand, both of them laughing while the model sat back in his seat. "You just noticed."

"I don't stare at your feet all day." He shook his head, grinning. "Your face does get a bit distracting, angel, sorry."

"Shut it." A whine was lifted with the playful tone.

"You said I get to tease."

"Fine, you handsome man. Stop being so hot before I pass out." Jungkook snickered at the exasperated expression on Taehyung's face. "You were literally named the handsomest man in the world a year ago."

"Uh huh." The model licked his dry lips and snorted, noticing how his driver and security were silently amused by them. "Bet you would be named the sexiest man in the world if people saw your face."

"I'm not sexy. I nearly face planted this morning trying to get out of bed."

"That's very sexy. Crushed faces and stuck in tangled sheets. What a sight to wake up to."

They laughed, leaning into each other. Taehyung kissed Jungkook's forehead and the younger smiled softly as an absentminded hand drew small circles on his thigh as they drove home.

Home. Maybe Jungkook didn't care where Taehyung wanted to go because he was never leaving his home if he was by the model's side.

Home was Taehyung.

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wrote that dressing room scene back in december and im so happy i managed to make it work LMAO