❝ [ can't be without you. ] ❞

Jungkook's bliss.

Taehyung massages his head. Makes him a ponytail, every evening. They do a bunch of things together, like making candles, soaking the bedsheets by steeping on them. Cooking the dinner, washing the dishes.

Taehyung dances. Yes, he does! He dances so joyfully to his playlist, tapping his foot, vibing with his neck.

Reminds him of their younger days, how the former used to bring them ice cream, and later they used to sing together, giggling, laughing loudly at each other's faces when the cream would spread over their faces.

Right now, Jungkook was folding their clothes, resting on the sofa watching his husband enact the musician on the television. The younger giggled from time to time at his actions.

But when the artist on the screen got a companion to dance with suddenly—Taehyung stopped, pouting to himself, thus turning around to his spouse.

And the moment thereafter, the whole house was reverberating with their guffaws. Taehyung was so dramatic! Jungkook wished he knew that sooner.

The towering one spun the younger around holding his index finger. And the latter couldn't help but giggle loudly at the speed he was being swirled around at.

But when abruptly the singer on the television box held his partner by her waist—Taehyung's heart started to beat comically. But he did. He did touch his waist, bringing him closer. It felt so delicate to hold.

Taehyung had his body shuddering lightly. It was only the second afterward; he felt his knees weak when Jungkook encircled his arms around his neck.

You wouldn't have predicted it, but Taehyung's legs actually call it quits. He never foresaw his husband so close to him.

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Late in the evening, Taehyung was arranging their tables and chairs in their backyard. They were about to have their supper outside today.

Taehyung said that he generally had his dinner there when he was a bachelor and who was Jungkook to block him from doing the things he used to do before.

Jungkook gingerly brought the bowls towards the elder, who helped him by taking those from him.

"Seat down. I will bring something to drink," Taehyung asserted before striding into the house again to get four bottles of freshly extracted mongo juice.

They did that together last weekend. Went to the market to bring a lot of mangos purely to make juice out of it and store it in the refrigerator.

The former came in and placed the bottles in the midst of the table before sitting in front of his spouse, who had previously commenced to serve him.

"Thank you for the food!" Taehyung smiled as the two dug into their food.

"Mhm, Jungkook-ah, I forgot to tell you. I am going to Paris for two days. I have a meeting to attend there. Is that okay with you?" The elder tenderly asked, only to earn a meager nod from the younger.

Two days; forty-eight hours— aren't they too much?