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Taehyung had been scrubbed and moisturised to within an inch of his life! He'd spent forever in the bath, making sure that every nook and cranny was fresh.
Christmas day was nice, even if he'd had to suffer his sister all day. In the days since, he'd either been at Purple Aura or shut away in his home office… which was necessary but made him miserable on a personal level. Stefan had made reference to ‘Jungkook blues’ after a meeting, which the CEO raised his eyebrows at but both knew it was true. Bo-Hyun told Taehyung that he saved all the cases that required ruthlessness, for when ‘Jungkook blues’ hit. According to Stefan, the CEO reverted back to his ‘pre Jungkook’ disposition but they were fine with that, it didn’t really matter because Purple Aura was run with high level of superior professionalism, regardless.
He was enjoying the industrious side of his husband who was coming to terms with business. When Jungkook was being masterful, the scenario was irrelevant, Tae struggled to keep his hormones in check. There had been a lot of alterations to the original plans for Gravity 2. It went from having two studios to three, the kitchen area and showers were moved downstairs so that everything that students and parents or carers needed was all on the one level. Tae grasped that it was overwhelming and moving quickly but in his opinion, the sooner that it was finished, the sooner that his husband could get on with what he was good at… teaching children to dance. Heeju was the legal representative handling the business plan and overseeing the transformation of the warehouse in line with the permissions granted by the local Government office. Tae trusted his sister who had grown in maturity and professionalism since she first started working at Purple Aura… she was quite the force and she explained things in simple terms and told Jungkook in no uncertain terms the way things were, which Tae was happy to stay out of!
The CEO was itching to get away… South Africa beckoned but that was realistically not viable until after the Valentines day wedding. He was keen to get to Ma’Ohi as well. He’d sent a property manager out to the island to take videos and pictures so that Tae could see what needed to be done and that made him want to get his husband out there even more! The original plan for Jin and Muyeol to visit Ma'Ohi hadn't happened because the model decided to alter his birthday plans but that was okay with Taehyung who thought it would be nice for him and Jungkook to visit first.
In the new year, the CEO had a meeting with Gi-Hun pencilled into his diary, yet he was reconsidering that after the developments from the will reading in Busan. Now that his husband had shares in Yang Travel, Tae felt it would be beneficial for one of those companies to take the contract for tourism bookings on Ma'Ohi. It made a lot of sense to advertise exclusive tourism packages. It would justify having staff out there and keep the island running in the months when Tae knew he wouldn't be able to fly out to the island… even though he'd been considering what the chances were that he could run Purple Aura from Ma'Ohi for several months a year… (an idea that wouldn't go beyond the thought in his mind because his husband’s dedication to Gravity 2 meant it was a ‘no go’).
For the next two nights, he would concentrate on being alone with Jungkook. He would be immersing himself in the love of his life… that was all he wanted for his birthday. His mother and Marie were insistent that the couple get some concentrated alone time and who was he to argue?
Tae thought about shopping for lingerie or some new toys but he’d run out of time and the last time he tried to spice things up in a doctor patient scenario, it hadn’t gone to plan. After the conversation with his sister and Ash, he would save any role play for when their house was built and he could be caught being a voyeur on the other side of mirrored wall. The idea that he would be punished by Jungkook in all his perspiration soaked glory was something he may have replayed in his mind several times and he had high hopes to make it reality in the future…
… but for the next two nights on Euphoria, he would settle for being naked or if his body was covered, it would be with his husband.
“Are you ready?” Jungkook asks from his seat at the island in the kitchen.
“I am. Are you”
“I’ve been ready for ages.”
“We can’t all look effortlessly gorgeous so quickly.”
“Says you? Tae, you throw a suit on every morning and look unreal.”
“You and that CEO kink of yours.” Tae winks.
“It’s hardly a kink…” he says, walking across the kitchen to put his mug in the dishwasher. “...You are the only CEO I think about.”
“You have a Tae kink then?”
“I have whatever you want me to have.” Jungkook informs his husband.
“A hard on? I really want you to have one of those.” The CEO grins. He couldn’t resist it, excitement fizzled away in his stomach and he was looking forward to getting to the yacht.
The dancer laughs, shakes his head in disbelief but also isn’t surprised at all. “It’s been several days since we’ve had time together so I doubt it will take much.”
“Did you pack any toys?”
“Just the cock ring because I probably won’t last long without it today.” It was the reality of a mini sex drought and a super sexy husband.
“Are you wearing panties?” Why he was asking when they were about to leave was beyond him but he asked anyway.
Jungkook goes to the holdall that he’d left close to the door. “No.”
Tae wished that his husband would use one of the wheeled suitcases they owned but he insisted on using the old holdall when they had an overnight stay. Tae was used to Mrs Phan packing a case for him but that was no longer a part of her job, apparently.
“Don’t give me that look.” Jungkook says in the elevator. He knew that his husband was judging his choice of over night bag again. It happened every time he used it and he didn’t care, it was his bag and there wasn’t anything wrong with it.
“It’s my birthday, Kookie.”
“I know it is. I made you breakfast in bed.”
"Along with the kisses... it worked." Tae says.
Frown lines appear, “What worked?”
The doors open as the elevator arrives at the car park level, “Your breakfast seduction technique... it worked.”
Frown lines become laughter lines as Jungkook exits the elevator and makes a bee line for the Audi. “is that what it was?”
“Yes, it worked… I was and am… seduced.”
The Audi beeps and flashes as the dancer unlocks it and goes to the rear so that he can put their bag in the boot. He’d made American style pancakes in the shape of hearts, this morning. Jungkook wanted a minimal stress, maximum effort sort of day. Heeju and Ash organised for a cake on Euphoria, Ara and Marie made sure staff were there and they had everything they needed. Jin sent a bottle of whiskey that arrived in an ornate wooden box that reminded Jungkook of a casket. He guessed that it was extortionate when his husband said something about ‘Thieves Collection’ and a barrel number… Jungkook was happy sticking to beer.
“Are there any plans while we are on Euphoria?” Tae asks as Jungkook starts up the engine and clips his seat belt in place. His husband looked gorgeous in ripped Calvin Klein jeans and plain white t-shirt. Tae suspected that Jungkook had tied his hair up into a small ponytail, so that the CEO himself could take the band out… it was a ‘hope’ more than anything.
“None. No plans. Unless you have made some?”
“No… my plans are to be clothesless and connected to you in any position you put me in.”
“Is that not a plan?” Jungkook asks.
“If it counts as a plan… then then answer is ‘yes’ I have a plan.”
“Are you wearing panties?”
Tae smiles mischievously, “Not really ‘panties’... I’m wearing an edible thong.”
Jungkook giggles, “An edible thong?”
“Yes. You can eat me… literally.”
“What’s it made out of?”
“Strawberry flavoured gummy sweets… I bought it for South Africa.”
“You wanted me to eat your underwear off you under the stars in South Africa?”
“Yes! Imagine that as a story when people asked us what we did?”
Jungkook could waste his time hoping that his husband wasn’t serious but he knew better and could hear him proudly telling people how he had his underwear eaten off him under the stars. That would possibly be the sober version because the drunk version would be the details. “I hope it tastes nice.” That was all he could think of saying because people would not be getting the nitty gritty from him.
“It came with a small sample so you can try it before you eat the actual thong.”
“Any more surprises?”
“I’m wearing a plug?”
“That isn’t a surprise.”
“Kookie… I can’t be doing with hours of foreplay and prep.”
Jungkook steers the Audi towards the exit, heading for the marina where Euphoria is currently moored. They hoped to be somewhere they could watch fireworks at midnight on new year’s eve. The dancer had romantic notions of a Titanic moment at the bow of the yacht, wrapped in each other as the new year arrives. He can’t help but snicker at his husband’s words, though. “You make it sound like a chore… I can assure you that foreplay is not a chore.”
“I understand but sometimes I get impatient.”
“Sometimes?” Jungkook asks with wide eyes.
“Yes… sometimes…” Tae repeats.
“So, you’re an impatient man…”
“Sometimes.” Tae interrupts.
“Yet you bought edible underwear?”
“Eat quickly.” Is the CEO’s suggestion with a toothy grin.
“We’d better not wait until after dinner then… I’ll be too full.”
Tae looks horrified, “After dinner? I don’t want to wait until we’ve set sail! We are going straight to the bedroom.”
Jungkook is laughing as he parks the car. His husband acted like he was sexually deprived… starved of intimacy and affection. Similarly, when he was growing up in the bakery, a cat used to beg for food but he knew that the tabby ball of fluff lived at a neighbour's house and was well cared for. His husband was just like that cat.
“Are you wearing Calvin’s?” Tae asks in a hushed tone as they exit the car and walk towards the yacht.
“No.”
Tae was asking so he knew how many layers of clothing needed to come off… time was of the essence!
“I’m not wearing underwear.” Jungkook informs his nosy husband as the CEO is distracted by greeting the staff.
The dancer is going to be called ‘mean’, he’s sure of that but he knows that Taehyung loves it, really.
He leaves his husband to sort things out with the staff and he makes his way to the master cabin to drop their bag off. He laughs with embarrassment when he walks in to find a massage table set up where the seating area was.
‘It’s strong enough for 2 - wink, wink.
Enjoy!
Heeju and Ash’
Jungkook shakes his head. It was obvious that his husband had told people exactly what he wanted for his birthday!
Memories of their honeymoon, as distant as they felt now, were still vibrant in his mind. Organising the massage was one of his favourite surprises that he’d arranged and he was excited to get his oily hands on him again.
He can hear Tae coming, footsteps echoing as he walks down the small corridors towards the cabin. Jungkook strips his shirt off and unfastens his belt, leaving the two ends hanging from the belt loops of his waistband. He feels awkward, unsure how to stand so crosses his arms over hi chest, facing the door.
The CEO forgets what he was going to say as soon as he sees Jungkook. Words escape him, his knees go weak… his husband planned on becoming a widower, obviously!
Jungkook smirks… if ever he needed a confidence boost, Tae’s facial leakage was it! The CEO might have the perfect poker face when it came to business but it wasn’t the case on a personal level. Taehyung’s reactions make Jungkook feel sexy, desired, like he was a hot commodity. It was lucky that he wasn’t arrogant or that he didn’t let it go to his head. Sometimes Jungkook felt like a celebrity with his very own fan-boy… it was all a bit on the ridiculous side when he was married to Kim Taehyung!
“Happy birthday to me!” Tae cheers as he locks the door behind him. The lock was a new addition after the staff walked in on them sleeping, the morning after their pre-wedding party.
“I hope you meant it when you said you wanted me as your present?” Jungkook had bought Tae something else but it was a ‘birthday/new year’ kind of gift.
“I absolutely meant it!” There wasn’t anything that money could buy him that he wanted, “When did you do that?” He asks, pointing at the massage table.
Jungkook hands him the note, “I didn’t do it… you can thank you sister for that.”
Tae starts to unbutton his shirt, “I’ll thank her once we’ve used it.”
“I’ll get the oil then…”
Jungkook pays no attention to the motion of the yacht as Euphoria leaves the mooring. He admires the work of art, that is his husband, pulling his clothes off in super quick time. It was a sight to behold, the CEO of Purple Aura, a perfect human specimen, stripping down to an edible thong. Jungkook’s unasked question was answered when he saw the thin, miniscule piece of red fabric that the strawberry gummy lips were attached to. He’d wondered how comfortable it would be to have sticky, gelatinous sweets stuck between the cheeks of your butt and he didn’t fancy eating candy glued to pubic hair… even as well groomed and clean as his husband was.
“Am I edible?” Tae asks.
“Always but more so today.”
“Do you want to eat me, Kookie?”
“I am hungry… ‘Husband’ wasn’t on the menu though?” Jungkook purposely stood out of arms reach, holding the bottle of fragrant oil in one of his hands.
“You… blow my mind… you are unbelievably sexy.” Tae feels underdressed in the gummy thong while the dancer stands in front of him in jeans. It’s messing with his mind, the belt, the way that it hangs either side, begging to be removed.
Jungkook likes to play games when he has the upper hand like this. He keeps his eyes trained on Tae, he reaches down with his free hand and whips his belt free from the loops of his jeans, tossing it to one side. His finger and thumb nimbly unfasten the top button of the denim waistband, followed by the two buttons below it… revealing enough… without showing anything much at all.
Taehyung is completely under whatever spell has been cast. His mouth waters but his throat his dry, his knees were about to buckle. He wonders how common it is to feel such a physical response as a result of attraction? It was immaterial… the fact was that every cell in his body wanted his husband. During a frank conversation with Stefan, the former PA told him that there were occasions when he was rendered speechless by Angel and he’d used phrases like ‘she took his breath away’... so he was happy to believe that it’s what happens when you meet your person… maybe it isn’t everyone’s experience… but it was his.
“You think I’m sexy, huh?” Jungkook asks, tone deep and raspy, a question dripping with eroticism.
“Drooling isn’t an attractive feature… I’m here in edible underwear… I’m barely standing, Kookie… I believe there isn’t a person alive who wouldn’t want to be in my place, right now.”
Jungkook walks forwards and Tae thinks he’s going to keel over or orgasm… either, or.
“Do you want a birthday massage?”
“I want a birthday, lots of things.” Tae answers hopefully.
A smile breaks out on the dancer’s face, “How about we start with a birthday kiss… then a birthday massage?”
“That sounds perfect.”
Jungkook takes the final step forwards and reaches up with his right hand to take hold of his husband by his waist and pull him so their bodies meet. The dominance on display was climax inducing and Tae doesn’t hesitate to explore his mouth with his tongue once their mouths were connected. As they kissed, the CEO’s hands wandered over Jungkook’s back, dipping lower, past the denim waistband that was gaping and inviting him to push down further to grab handfuls of the pert buttocks inside. The lack of underwear was confirmed and Taehyung groaned at the fact that his husband chose to go commando with him in mind.
Whether Jungkook would admit it or not… he was a sexual fiend as far as Tae was concerned.
“Ugh! Uhhh… uhhhh!” breathless and moaning as the kiss broke for air but his neck was attacked unexpectedly. He squeezed Jungkook’s rear, the middle finger of his left hand slipping between his cheeks, restricted by the jeans but determined and unbelievably horny, he probed further. The tip of his finger found Jungkook’s entrance and he stroked over it, dipping in to the first knuckle and out again.
Jungkook’s body temperature was rising, his erection grew steadily, the head peeking beneath the waistband of his jeans. He nipped at the soft skin of his husband’s neck, licking over it afterwards, clamping his lips around it and sucking gently. His breaths were rapid as they both bucked their hips forwards, grinding against each other.
“On the table… baby...” He tells Tae, “... or I’m going to fuck you here…”
“Y-you… can do… what you… w-want with me.”
“That’s not… the plan.” Jungkook continued to kiss and nip at Tae’s neck and ear.
“We have… no plans.” Tae reminds him.
Jungkook’s desire for his husband manifests itself as a low growl against his skin. He suddenly stopped, looked at Tae without saying a word, both men breathing heavily. Teeth clashed as they went in for a kiss at the same time, uncaring as they devoured each other like two sex starved neanderthals.
Who needed plans?
Jungkook didn’t.
What he needed was to take this man right here and relieve them both so that he could focus on a sensual massage… at this moment, he knew that he wouldn’t have the willpower, no matter how much he wanted to have it.
Tae’s head was lust filled, foggy and he definitely felt that it was his birthday… several birthday’s in fact… when he was spun to face the massage table and bent forwards. “Oh… Oh f-fuck!... Y-yes!” he groaned deeply as he adjusted himself, chest pressed to the padded surface, more grateful than ever that he’s had the foresight to wear a plug! He started to drool onto the floor when there were teeth on his arse cheek and hands tearing at the easily removed thong.
“The thong… can be… dessert…” Jungkook announces as he nips at his husband’s fleshy rear.
The dancer is appreciative of the CEO’s thought to plan for the occasion by wearing one of his plugs. It was the one that said ‘I’m impatient’ and ‘let’s get on with it’. Jungkook would usually twist it, pull it out a bit and push it back in but once he was out of his own jeans and his erection was free from the denim, he had one thing on his mind and teasing Taehyung was not it!
Jungkook had prepared a little himself by choosing a massage oil that was natural enough to use as lube… more like a gel… slippery enough to cover all bases without the need for several bottles, he didn’t have time for that… perhaps that was showing his own impatience?
He issued his husband with a warning as he gripped his hips and slowly inched his cock inside, “This… won't take… long.” A strained, breathy chuckle followed.
Tae didn't care… he had a couple of days of love making ahead… Jungkook could take all the time he wanted… after this.
The rhythm that the dancer set was punishing from the offset. Tae gripped the rounded edge of the massage table, breaths shunted from him along with drops of saliva that he allowed to fall as he attempted to deal with the immense pleasure. He’d had dreams about this… the heated fuck over a surface… any surface… providing that it was Jungkook doing the fucking, he didn’t care where it was.
Situations like this were the direct contrast to his past. This semi spontaneous, passionate, ‘in the moment’, vehement scenario was everything that he didn’t have. Moments like this can’t be scheduled or planned. They were a result of the red hot desire that was born out of an intense attraction that the CEO hadn’t really believed existed or given much thought. Tae never allowed himself to ‘let go’ or invite in this kind of thing… he hadn’t had time for it in his diary.
Meeting Jungkook changed all of that.
Now he hoped that everyone got to experience this at least once in their lifetime because he was living for it! He didn’t even mind that he was perspiring… this was the only occasion that ‘sweat’ got a hall pass!
Hobi called him a ‘simple, shallow man’ recently and Taehyung agreed. He was exactly that but only in the solitary circumstance of his husband. As Ash rightly pointed out on Christmas Day… Jungkook held the power.
That power was currently concentrated into his pelvis as he powered himself to orgasm. Jungkook did his best to prolong it for the CEO but it was a battle he was always going to lose. He hadn’t helped himself by giving in to the heavy ‘birthday make-out’ session before breakfast in bed and he’d been lusting after Taehyung since he’d emerged from the bedroom looking like a gorgeous model. So, really… it shouldn’t be any form of surprise when he climaxes
“Woah! F-fuck!” he says, hanging his head in a mixture of pure pleasure and exhaustion.
***
The rooms on Euphoria had been altered and set up for the postponed wedding so Ara and Marie didn't have to move things around too much when they arranged the romantic meal. The circular table was on its own in a giant heart of L.E.D tealights and Jungkook felt underdressed in the loose pyjama bottoms and vest he was wearing.
“You’ve thought of everything.” Tae said when they entered the room, floating along with a pleasant discomfort in the pyjama bottoms and t-shirt that belonged to his husband.
The massage that followed the desperate sex, didn’t really last long in the definition of a ‘massage’ because Jungkook couldn't contain himself after all! The CEO was promised a proper massage another day but he quite honestly stated his preference for a repeat of that one after the third orgasm and confirmation that the massage table did hold the weight of two people.
Tae’s body was lathered up in the shower and he was grateful to the cock ring for ensuring that his husband was still hard and wanting more! He had flashbacks of their shower after the party on Euphoria, an occasion along with many others that was etched in his mind.
When they were called for dinner, Jungkook handed him some new pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt but made the point that even though he’d bought them for Tae, he’d worn them so they were technically his. Just as people spent time finding ways to get the dancer to accept gifts in the past, it was he, who now found a way to gift his husband loungewear, that otherwise he wouldn’t wear!
“I can’t take the credit for this.” Jungkook informed Taehyung when they sat down at the table, illuminated with low lighting from the ceiling lights and a rainbow hue from the various coloured L.E.Ds on the floor.
“This is perfect… a perfect birthday.”
“More perfect than last year?” Jungkook asks with a slight cheeky grin. He remembered the stress, mostly, from last year, when his husband was a petulant child and he wouldn't comply! He, of course, remembered the amazing sex after the claimed each other and how he thought he’d ruined the whole occasion by being a jealous idiot… but that was because he was so critical of himself.
“I can’t think about that or I will get hard… again!” The CEO answers honestly.
Jungkook giggles, he thought that would be the case, if not a little surprised that an erection was even on the cards after the hours they’d spent aroused since boarding. “The majority of our relationship reminds you of something that makes you hard.”
“Which is entirely your fault, Mr Jeon!” Tae accuses, sipping on the fruity cocktail he was given, enjoying the peace, the sound of music quietly drifting in from the speakers in the corners of the room, the undisturbed, quality time with the love of his life… it was perfect.
“There were occasions when it was your fault.” Jungkook responds.
“True but it was always, mostly your fault.” He was more than happy to lay the blame at Jungkook’s door, “You are THE sexiest man.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, he certainly couldn’t forget the night that he picked Tae up from Moon, that was for sure! “Dinner might bring back some memories…” he adds as staff enter the room with dishes covered with a silver cloche.
Tae’s insides reacted with a fizz of excitement as a plate was put down in front of him and there was a second pause before the young man lifted the dome to reveal the food underneath.
“Poulet fafa!” The CEO exclaimed. One of the many great meals he’d eaten while on honeymoon but that one slightly more special as it was cooked by hus husband… also… another special occasion because he’d been fucked by the chef in the kitchen who was wearing JUST an apron. That evening there were many surprises, great food and interesting conversations. As well as the sex, it was the intimate conversations they’d shared that would stay with him as they learnt so much about each other.
“I asked the chef to make it.”
“Thank you!” Tae beams, “Another memory that induces a hard on… but the entirety of the honeymoon does that.”
“You always give the impression that you are rarely without a hard on.”
“Because that is true… since meeting you, that’s how difficult life has been.”
“You are so dramatic.”
“Heeju is the dramatic sibling… I am honest. I can’t wait to get out to Ma' Ohi so we can make new memories being naked.”
Jungkook has to laugh. The man sitting in front of him tucking into the Tahitian dish was a stark contrast to the man he’d learnt about prior to when they met. This man could be easily slotted into the category of ‘sex addict’ but Tae himself had admitted many times that he wasn’t addicted to sex, he was addicted to Jungkook.
It continued to blow his mind that Taehyung was so much in love with him but it was Hobi who said ‘but you love him, too?’ when they were talking about it. It was true… he did and he couldn’t imagine his life without him. He supposed that he felt lucky… lucky to have found his person, even if he thought he was stalking him in the early days. Ash took great delight in reminding him of the conversations they’d had in those early months and he wished that amnesia could be brought on by a tablet because he wouldn’t think twice about slipping one in his best friend’s vanilla shake!
“Don’t you think she is less dramatic now she has Ash?”
Tae swallows a mouthful of food, “To be honest, I try to ignore her as much as possible, regardless. My friends always liked her more than I did.” He giggles.
“Your friends are scared of her… except Jin.”
“Jin has always been fond of her.”
“He’s more human now.”
“And Heeju is still, Heeju… I’m glad she’s changed her mind and is now planning a summer wedding… that winter wedding idea was awful!”
“It is their wedding… they can get married where they want… we don’t have to go… I think a snowy wedding would be pretty?”
Tae fake shovers, “I hate being cold. I can’t think of anything worse than being freezing and wet.”
“Being hot and sweaty?”
“I have altered my opinion on that, slightly.”
“You might change your mind about being cold?” Jungkook suggests, “We might have a hot tub and could find ways to keep warm.”
“That is a completely different situation and one that I would welcome… standing in the snow with five million layers of clothing and still being cold, just to watch a wedding, is not my idea of fun.”
“It’s a god job that you aren’t the dramatic sibling… and it is also a good job that Heeju now wants a summer wedding.”
“I can hold a fan and be a part of the day in less clothing which means there is much less to remove once we are alone.” Tae grins.
“It’s always about sex, Mr Kim.”
“I am glad that you agree… it is… I have a lot to consider now that i am a married man… I have a husband to keep happy… he has needs that have to be satisfied, you know?”
“He does, huh?” Jungkook finds it amusing when they slip into this kind of banter.
“I am a slave to his needs.”
“He sounds demanding.”
“Not as demanding as I’d like, if I’m honest.” Tae winks.
“You mean, that you aren’t the one who takes charge?”
“Definitely not! I prefer to be commanded in the bedroom.”
“You need your husband to be bossier?”
“Yeah… he’s the most passionate, considerate lover… we have great sex.”
Jungkook’s face cannot hide the distinct coloration of embarrassment, “That’s good.”
Tae lifts his foot and places it on the chair between Jungkook’s legs, wiggling his toes against his crotch. “He’s very sexy.”
Ugh! Jungkook can feel the tingling in his face, “He probably thinks that you are very sexy.”
“He does, huh?”
These are the times when the dancer needs to pull himself together instead of shying away… he was a work in progress still. “Is your food good?”
“It’s great! Not as good as the meal my husband cooked on our honeymoon… he provided an appetiser that was irresistible.”
“You mean that I showed you how to chop fruit.”
“Ooohh… it was much more than that.”
Jungkook remembers, of course he does. “Would you like more lessons in future?”
“Yes… can we make that an agreement? I, Taehyung require culinary lessons from Jungkook… alone in the kitchen, wearing aprons… only.”
The dancer smiles wide and shakes his head, “What is it with you and agreements? We decided no more agreements?”
“Isn’t that an agreement to have no agreements?” Tae runs through it in his head once more as he isn’t sure that makes sense.
“Do we need to have them again?”
“It was fun sometimes?”
“Until the agreement for me to move in? Which you are still traumatised about?” Jungkook finds such humour in the way that his husband talks about the day he asked him to move in. But a) he isn’t the dramatic sibling and b) asking someone to cohabitate is much more stressful than a marriage proposal or running an entire company.
“I am, Kookie… it’s lucky that you proposed or we would still be boyfriends.”
“It’s a good job that we don’t want kids… would you ask me to have kids with you?”
“I will not be asking any serious life questions, Kookie.”
“Can I ask you a serious question?”
“You can ask me whatever question you would like to.”
Jungkook stands up and holds out his right hand towards his husband, “Will you dance with me?”
Taehyung laughs a slightly coy giggle, “A birthday dance?”
“What other type of dance would it be today?” Jungkook asks, pleased when his husband accepts his hand.