❝ [ my world revolves around you. ] ❞

Taehyung reached home after inspecting his own exhibition secretly. He wished to take Jungkook along but the younger was soundly sleeping and he did not choose to disturb him.

It was eleven in the morning when he arrived home. He grinned, reaching out for the doorbell. The fellow pushed it, waiting for his husband to open the door for him. He beamed so splendidly, scanning at the paper bag he was holding.

Taehyung had recently grown to know Jungkook's love for banana milk and he couldn't push it back when he saw the cartons at the convenience store.

The towering guy lifted his head up when he picked up a few rushed footsteps towards the door. There his husband was, in an apron, holding a spatula in his palm. "Welcome home, Tae.." It would have been a lie if Taehyung claimed— He appeared not to feel his heart bloom at the sentence.

"Good Morning, Jungkookie. "Jungkook's beard cheeks submerged themselves in the dark shade of pink. The younger turned over for the latter, giving him space to enter in, greeted him back. "When did you wake up?" the elder inquired gingerly, putting the paper bag on the gallery counter.

"Around nine," the younger clumsily grinned, caressing his nape. "But you should've taken me along! I read your note," Jungkook pouted, referring to the sticky note his spouse had stuck over the refrigerator.

"I'm really sorry, Jungkook-ah. It's just you were bedding down, and I did not wish to bother you up." He paused as he splashed the water over his face at the kitchen basin. While his spouse stood beside him with a dry towel.

Taehyung smiled, murmuring a small 'thank you' to the smaller figure. "But— we can go out today in the evening." the former smiled. "Really?" Jungkook's eyes glistened like gems. The latter fellow examined him affectionately before lightly ruffling his hair.

Jungkook's gaze descended to his feet. Being under the gaze of the former invariably caused him to grow shy.

Taehyung nervously drew back his palm from his head, thereafter rubbing his nape. "Why did you stop?" the smaller asked in a modest voice, provoking Taehyung to open his eyes wide.

"Why did you stop patting me?" the younger charged and when Taehyung looked frozen to him, he picked up his husband's palm before setting it over his head again.

Blushy smiles crept their lips. This time, none of them avoided expressing these feelings. A new relationship that blossoms the souls now and then. A small tie that pulls them towards one another.

"Do you have anything to do at the moment?" Jungkook urged delicately. "Not really," the latter responded. "Can we make candles this afternoon?" Taehyung beamed at his question, admiring the change in the younger.

Glad that Jungkook's health was improving. Nothing can be more delightful, right?