#17.15 – sunday
lately, i find myself out gazing at stars
the music, albeit soft, carries through the apartment and seeps into the bedroom through the slight opening of the door. like a whisper, it coaxes taehyung out of sleep, slowly but surely.
first comes the frown, and then the grunt, a guttural sound made at the back of his throat. he takes a deep breath as he twists his waist and rolls on his back, joints cracking awake.
and then, taehyung stiffens.
something feels off. it doesn't feel quite as warm. spreading out his arms, he realizes he's missing a substantial weight that had kept him company throughout the night.
hearing guitars like someone in love
“kook?”
his voice came out scratchy, heavy with sleep. no answer. when he opens his eyes to find himself alone in the room, he groans and forces himself to roll off the bed, taking the blanket with him.
sometimes the things i do astound me
as soon as he opens the door, a pleasant smell wafts in the air. coffee, most probably, and a hint of something in the toaster. he lets it be his guide. the fabric drags across the wooden floorboard as he trudges to the kitchen where the music is the loudest.
“morning, sleepyhead.”
mostly whenever you're around me
taehyung blinks, bleary eyes coming into focus as he takes in the sight before him. jungkook is pouring milk into his coffee, half of his hair up in a bun and skin bare from the waist up despite the chilly winter morning. not that he had worn a shirt to bed either, but at least they had been under a blanket.
“what are you doing?”
“what does it look like i'm doing?”
“not kissing me awake, that's for sure.”
jungkook chuckles, setting down the carton of milk and walks around the counter to kiss the pout off of taehyung's lips. “better?”
taehyung hums in response.
lately i seem to walk as though i had wings
“here,” he wraps the blanket around jungkook's shoulder. “aren't you cold?”
jungkook shakes his head, snaking an arm around taehyung's waist and pulling him closer. “warm.”
taehyung rolls his eyes, but doesn't protest. jungkook's chest is firm, yet so soft to touch. his favorite pillow at night. he rests his head on the crook of jungkook's neck and inhales deeply, feeling his muscles relaxing at the familiar sweet cotton scent.
this is where he belongs. the only place where he fits perfectly. all his ridges and chipped corners, jungkook hugs them just right.
bump into things like someone in love
“you hungry?” jungkook pulls away, eliciting a noise of protest from the other man. “i made breakfast.”
“toast?”
“with eggs and sausages.”
taehyung snorts. “how british.”
the laughter jungkook lets out is a mere vibration trapped between their chests, but taehyung drinks it in like he's deprived. he rests his hands on jungkook's shoulders and starts swaying gently to the rhythm, left and right, left and right.
each time i look at you, i'm limp as a glove
“what?” jungkook cocks his brow, the corner of his lips tugging up.
taehyung shakes his head, but a smile keeps threatening to break out. “still feels like a dream.”
“being on a three-month-long break?”
“having this much time just with you.” taehyung's gaze wanders off as he whispers like a secret, “kinda wanna stay here forever.” if only he could stop time. frame this moment. forget about the world and be in love.
if only if only if only if.
soft, warm lips meet taehyung's forehead, keeping him still for a beat or two. “hey,” jungkook murmurs against taehyung's skin. “we'll still have sundays.”
taehyung hums, swaying again to keep his restless feet occupied. his finger starts to idly trace the ink on jungkook's shoulder, down to his elbow.
it's not quite enough. seven days in a week and they can only afford one. how much harder do they have to work until they can have all seven? how much longer do they have to hide in the shadows? sometimes he just wants to risk it all and kiss jungkook in front of millions. sometimes. all the time.
but that would be selfish.
“yeah.” he holds on to jungkook tighter.
feeling like someone in love
“sundays will always be ours.”
—
time moves slower on sundays. it's as if the sun knows there are two lovers who can only have each other for those twenty four hours.
they take a long, warm bath after breakfast. the water is tinted pink from the bath bomb, kurt elling's where love is from taehyung's vinyl playing in the background.
jungkook's back is pressed against taehyung's chest, legs between the elder's. every now and then he'd blow a bubble, eyes wide with wonder. and taehyung's-
taehyung's are on him. always on him. watching the younger's every move fondly, etching them to memory.
they laze in bed for the rest of the afternoon. taehyung's head on jungkook's chest and his hand on jungkook's arm, finger tracing the lines and curves of the dark ink. a grounding habit.
“when are you gonna get a new one?”
“hm?” jungkook strains his neck to see the spot taehyung is pointing at. “sometime before the concert, maybe. why?”
“wanna come with.”
jungkook chuckles. “'course. you don't have to ask every time.”
their eyes meet. they have been stealing kisses here and there all day long but this time, when taehyung leans in, it doesn't end with just a peck. he takes his time with jungkook's lips, taking it between his teeth and tugging it gently, sucking it until the younger writhes beneath him, begging for more.
taehyung runs his tongue along the seam of jungkook's lips, asking for entrance. jungkook lets him. lets him take, take, take, hands roaming down the expanse of taehyung's back.
“off, off.”
taehyung smirks, eyes lidded. “impatient little thing.”
they make love to forever isn't long enough. slow, languid, as if they have all the time in the world. the sound of skin against skin and sighs of pleasure reverberate around the room, spurring them closer to the edge.
when they reach their peak, it's quiet. taehyung holds his breath watching jungkook's back arch and his eyebrows pulled taut, mouth wide open as he lets out a silent moan. his arms tighten around jungkook's waist, holding him close until his body goes limp.
they're always especially clingy after sex, refusing to let go of each other even though they're sticky and disgusting. the farthest taehyung could go before jungkook pulls him back is to get a tissue to wipe the cum off his stomach.
“it's rumbling,” taehyung points out.
“what time is it?”
taehyung glances at the clock on the wall. “almost three.”
“yeah, no wonder,” jungkook chuckles. “way past lunchtime.”
“don't know about you, but i've had my meal.”
jungkook hits taehyung's arm playfully and gets up, propping himself on his elbows. “i'm ordering in. you want anything?”
“mm, you.”
another slap on taehyung's arm.
“kalguksu.”
they watch an episode of jujutsu kaisen while they wait. taehyung splays himself on the couch, head resting comfortably on jungkook's thigh. they've lost the plot long ago, but it's still fun to watch. especially with jungkook's idle hands threading through his hair, nails occasionally grazing his scalp.
lunch is quick, mainly because they're impatient to get back to bed. as always, they leave the dishes in the sink for later. later, when sunday is over.
“i wrote another song,” taehyung says in the middle of braiding jungkook's hair. outside, the sky has turned a vibrant orange, the sun swimming closer to the horizon.
“yeah?” jungkook says softly. “would you sing it for me?”
taehyung starts humming the melody he's been toying with for the past couple of days.
you remind me of the sky of all the beautiful things and all the reasons why my heart keeps beating
jungkook closes his eyes, body swaying ever so slightly, careful so taehyung wouldn't lose his hold on his hair. the sun dips below the horizon, the evening bleeding into the night. soon, sunday will come to an end. thank goodness they have until march. taehyung continues singing.
sundays will always be ours and i will always be yours.
“nice song,” jungkook says when taehyung has stopped humming. “who is it about?”
“oh, you know, just some guy i met a decade ago.”
“some guy, huh?” jungkook quirks his brow playfully. “i don't know, he sounds quite special considering you wrote a whole song about him.”
“i've written him a lot more, actually.”
“yeah? sounds to me like you're a little in love with him, then.”
taehyung gulps, his chest warming up the way it always does every time someone asks him about jungkook. “head over heels. i can't imagine not being in love with him.”
“an amazing guy, i suppose?”
“the best.”
“you think he loves you, too?”
“i have an inkling he loves me more,” taehyung teases.
jungkook turns around, the braid forgotten. the solemn look in his eyes compels taehyung to hold his breath. “he does.”
taehyung smiles from ear to ear, tucking a strand of hair behind jungkook's ear. “then i'm glad,” he whispers before cupping the younger's face in his hands and leaning in for a kiss.
sundays will always be ours and i will always be yours.