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Taehyung had never understood the phrase “it’s like music to my ears”.
He’d always taken it in its literal format; music is music. Something that isn’t music can’t suddenly become music to ones’ ears. The sound of the rain is nothing more than a simple pitter-patter on the windows, the sound of birds chirping in the mornings is nothing more than confirmation of their awakening.
But Taehyung knew now that no musical artistry, be it classical Bach or more modern Rihanna, nothing could be considered nearly as beautiful as Jimin’s laugh.
It didn’t matter whether it was a small giggle when something funny happened on the TV or if it was a full-blown cackle whenever Taehyung hit the right spot when tickling him. Jimin’s laugh was literal music to Taehyung’s ears. The younger knew that if he was stuck with a broken record player for the rest of his life it would be Jimin’s giggle he’d want on constant replay.
He literally never got bored of it.
Sometimes Jimin would try and stifle his laugh if Taehyung was tired or if the two were out in public together but Taehyung chastised him to no end every time he did it.
And, as if the laugh itself wasn’t bad enough, Jimin also tended to get the most radiant glow on his face. The phrase “they’re laughing with their eyes” was made specifically for Jimin and only for Jimin. The corners of his mouth would stretch up, making his cheeks look like little daffodil bulbs and his eyes always ended up resembling crescent moons.
But Jimin wasn’t Taehyung’s moon, he was his entire sun.
Every morning when they woke up together (well, when Taehyung would wake up and Jimin would take another two hours to finally stir) Taehyung would just lie for a while and appreciate his boyfriend. Sometimes he felt a little stalker-esque but one time he brought it up to Jimin and the elder’s cheeks had flushed such a pretty pink Taehyung knew he wouldn’t be able to stop, Jimin lived for admiration and praises and Taehyung would rather die than make Jimin live without it.
However, in a rare change of events, Jimin seems to have woken up before Taehyung for once. He knew that Taehyung had experienced a rather stressful parent-teachers evening the night before due to one of the kids going missing for a few hours (luckily, well unlucky for the kid but lucky in the grand scheme of things, the kid had just locked themselves in the toilet). He hadn’t gotten home until much later than planned and due to his schedule of getting up at 5:30am every morning, Taehyung often slept early.
But now it was a Saturday, neither of them had anywhere to be, and Jimin knew that he could just lounge around for a bit and admire his boyfriend similarly to how Taehyung did to him.
He’d never understood why Taehyung spent so much time looking at him, the younger had a short attention span and Jimin was nothing special to look at, or so he thought anyway.
But spending the time now looking at Taehyung in the early morning light, Jimin could understand the appeal.
There was something so calming about knowing that the love of your life trusted you so much that they were willing to sleep in the same bed as you, under the same roof as you. With that came promises of commitment and certainty and Jimin knew full well that Taehyung was the only person he ever wanted a committed and certain future with.
Taehyung was currently lay on his stomach, his head turned towards Jimin on the pillow. The white duvet was pooled around his hips, letting a sliver of his black boxer’s peek through, sitting in plain sight due to his lack of a shirt.
His plump pink lips were slightly parted and pushed out the smallest amount with every inhale and exhale he took. There were stray strands of hair littering Taehyung’s forehead, with most of his hair having been pushed back whilst he’d been sleeping.
Taehyung had one arm slipped underneath the pillow he was resting his head on whilst the other was resting just by his face and towards Jimin.
All Jimin could currently focus on was Taehyung’s hands. The way they lay against the smooth cotton fabric, resting like little pieces of artwork, carved and sculpted by the finest craftsmen of the world. Taehyung’s hands had always been one of Jimin’s favourite parts of his body. The long and nimble fingers wrapped perfectly around Jimin’s slightly smaller ones, just like how Taehyung’s lean body always enveloped Jimin’s entire frame. Taehyung’s hands were so delicate and pretty but at the same time so calloused from playing the guitar during sing-a-long time with the children at school. Jimin loved being held in Taehyung’s hands; the feeling of them wrapped around the back of his neck as they kiss, or the feeling of them situated on his hips whilst they’re stood in the kitchen making breakfast together. He didn’t care where they were, he just wanted them on him always.
Taehyung always talked about his favourite parts of Jimin; his strong thighs, his cute full lips, his intentionally messy mop of hair but he always said that he favourite part about Jimin was that he was so expressive. Taehyung hated not knowing when Jimin was upset but luckily Jimin wore his heart on his sleeve.
It also meant that Taehyung could see how undoubtedly in love Jimin was with him, he could see what a claim Jimin had on him. Jimin just wanted the same thing on Taehyung.
And he knew exactly how to do it.
Jimin was careful as he rolled over on their oversized bed, turning onto his side so he could reach into his bedside table. He knew it was a risky place to keep such an important item but Taehyung had such strong beliefs in privacy Jimin knew that his boyfriend would never go snooping in his stuff.
The velvet box felt impossibly heavy in his hands and Jimin’s breath immediately began to quicken, it was the same old shit that happened every time he got close to popping that ever so important question. He’d tried so many times before but it’d never felt right.
However, this, this felt right.
They were both in their rawest and most honest forms right now and that’s how Jimin wanted their relationship to be. He knew that Taehyung loved and adored him but he wanted something to solidify it, something that he could show off to people; he’d be able to say “look at my husband, look at this beautiful man who chose me.”
And well, Jimin being Jimin, hadn’t prepared a long-winded speech, in fact he hadn’t prepared anything.
He just slipped the ring onto Taehyung’s finger.
His boyfriend had always been a relatively deep sleeper so Jimin knew he’d be able to do the act without rousing him from sleep.
The gold metal reflected beautifully against Taehyung’s skin, they were the perfect contrasting colours and Jimin couldn’t help but take an intake of breath at the sight of Taehyung wearing his engagement ring.
Unfortunately for him, Taehyung had decided to put an end to his deep sleeping habits that morning and at Jimin’s sharp breath he stirred from his sleep.
Before fully opening his eyes, Taehyung squeezed them together and stretched his arms further above his head, his hands hitting the wooden headboard and an unmistakable clink of metal on wood being heard.
Taehyung opened one of his eyes in suspicious and saw Jimin lay across from him, which caused him to relax momentarily but he couldn’t remember falling asleep with any rings on so the noise still confused him, especially this early in the morning. Though Taehyung barely had time to properly think before Jimin started rambling.
“Before you say anything I just want you to know that even though I’ve already put the ring on you it’s perfectly okay for you to say no and I don’t know, I’ll just take it back and we can pretend this never happened but I just- it felt right to do it now and-”
“Jim? What’re you talking about?” Taehyung muttered, his voice still heavy with sleep. He moved up slightly so he was resting on his side with his head propped up by one of his hands.
The claimed hand lay flat in front of him.
And only then did Taehyung understand what Jimin was talking about.
“Jimin, what is this-”
But Jimin cut Taehyung off before he could say anything else.
“I know this isn’t the, uh, traditional way of doing things but we’re hardly traditional, are we?” Jimin laughed, looking nervously up at Taehyung who was just staring at him with wide eyes, letting his gaze occasionally fall onto the ring situated on his finger.
“I’ve just gotta say all of this before it gets too late but fuck- fuck Taehyung I love you so much, y’know? I know in our relationship you tell me you love me far more than the other way around and I don’t know, I guess I’m just not as affectionate as you but please, don’t ever let that make you feel unloved or anything remotely similar. Before you woke up I was just looking at you, like properly looking at you, and I noticed that all the moles on your back kinda resemble constellations, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you that? But anyway, yeah. And it just got me thinking like here I am lay in bed with this beautiful man who’s so ethereal and so wonderful the universe even put little stars on his back so that whoever go to see him in his bare for would be reminded of how precious he is because that’s what you are Tae, you’re the most precious thing in my life and I just, I want you to be mine. Completely and utterly mine.”
Jimin looked up from where he’d been staring and talking at their white bed sheets to see Taehyung’s tear streaked face with the most unrecognizable expression painting it.
“Oh God, do I need to take it all back? Was it too much? For fuck sake, I knew I should’ve just asked in the normal way but no, stupid me-”
Jimin never got to finish his rant because Taehyung had covered his lips with his own. Jimin felt like he could barely breathe but Taehyung’s breath filled up his lungs, comforting him that everything was okay, Taehyung still loved him and still wanted him.
“God Jimin, you sure know how to shock a guy don’t you?” Taehyung whined when he pulled away, biting at his bottom lip to try and stop a grin from spreading across his face, failing miserably.
“It just seemed like the right thing to do. You looked so beautiful and peaceful, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgeways if you were awake and aware,” Jimin joked, giggling at his own humour and admiring the way Taehyung’s smile became even wider.
“I can’t believe I’m gunna be married to such a loser,” Taehyung said in awe, cupping Jimin’s face with his hands (which felt as perfect as ever).
“W-Wait really? So, that’s a yes?” Jimin stuttered, his own eyes welling up from the overwhelming happiness shooting through his body.
Taehyung shook his head in disbelief and chuckled at Jimin’s shock.
“Of course it is, what’s the sun without its stars after all?”
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