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[jimin/taehyung] ; serendipity

There’s really nothing like home.

Sure, college has been wonderful. Is wonderful. Taehyung is so lucky to have the opportunity to pursue more education, especially for someone like him, and he honestly loves being in school more than anything else in the entire universe. It feels like he's growing a little bit more every single day, learning so much more than he ever could have dreamed about. His diet of National Geographic and science magazines plucked from the library kept him pretty well-fed as a pup, but the world--wow, it’s even bigger than all that!

He never even realized what happened behind the scenes of March of the Penguins or Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey or Lawless Oceans. All those amazing programs were created by people. Ordinary and extraordinary people who did ethnographic research, time travelled to the past, took amazing portraits, edited videos, observed the natural world, and most importantly, tried to conquer the big questions. Taehyung can certainly relate to that--he daydreams about at least fifteen questions before breakfast. Sitting in those classrooms at school, packed with fellow ambitious hybrids, all of his curiosities about the world feel validated. For the first time in his life, Taehyung isn’t wondering if he’s too hungry for something he shouldn’t even have a taste for in the first place.

Because he knows--he can be one of those people, too. He really can be.

He honestly loves being in school more than anything else in the entire universe...but the thing is, he also misses being home more than anything in the entire universe. For a long time it felt like those two things were at odds with each other. Mutually exclusive. Yet all it took was a quiet admission one night over the phone--I miss you, Jimin. I’m happy, but I just miss you so much--for that weight to finally crack. Jimin missed him, too. Just as much. Though, as Taehyung later came to understand, it wasn’t without unhappiness. Taehyung immediately asked to move back home, once he realized that was an option. Once he figured out that going to college didn’t have to mean literally staying at college. Two weeks later, just at the start of his winter break, Taehyung--and three suitcases stuffed with textbooks and clothes and endangered animal plushies--were back at the familiar doorstep. He only wishes he got that wake up call sooner.

Quietly, Taehyung stirs from his position on the couch, limbs spread out in every direction and face scrunched against a Giant panda pillow. Blinking slowly, it takes a moment for Taehyung to come to. He remembers he’s home with a sudden rush of warmth, the rest coming back in bits and pieces. Jimin and him had talked into the early morning hours when he first came back--and a combination of the late night conversation and the rigor of his end of semester finals caught up with his body. It’s been two days. Taehyung’s done little more than relax and eat and let Jimin take care of him. And of, course, take Big Boy naps in the living room at any time he pleases. Heaven on Earth.

Sitting himself up, Taehyung’s nose is suddenly hit with the most delicious, mouthwatering scent drifting from the kitchen. So that’s what woke him up. Drowsily, he looks over the back of the couch, catching on the sight of Jimin’s back. He’s molding sugar cookies, pressing neat little balls on top of the baking sheet, one right after another. Humming a little. There’s a spot of flour on his sleeves where they’re rolled up to his elbows, and Taehyung couldn’t be more in love as he watches his partner go about his quiet work, smiling absentmindedly, cheek in palm. Sugar cookies have always been his favorite.

A minute later and Taehyung decides to take closer inspection. He comfortably hooks his chin atop Jimin’s shoulder, hands following suit as his fingers curl lightly into the soft fabric of his sweater. Content to keep watching for another moment, enjoying the fact that he even can. Jimin was always better at forming the cookies, getting them nice and even--a perfect base for Taehyung’s over-the-top decorating aesthetic. He can’t remember when they first started this tradition, but he knows it’s absolutely one of the best parts about the holidays.

“Remember when I ate all the green icing one year and my tongue was dyed for a few days?” he cheerily, suddenly recalls. “That was so much fun. Maybe I could test a different color.” He’s joking. Sort of.

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jimin doesn't know what the answer to that question is going to be. there are so many possibilities that come up, so many things that taehyung could want, that jimin could give him. and he's willing, completely and totally willing to give him any of them, all off them, if taehyung so much as asks for it. he's always been like this. he always has and likely always will be, always longing for something to take care of, to have responsibility for. to feel wanted, needed, all of those things. but it's always the best with taehyung. and it's even better like this, after being away from it for so long. after the miscommunications, after not being entirely open even with himself about how he felt. now that all of that is gone, all that weight off his shoulders. now that taehyung is here, he's right here, he's home, right in front of him, not off somewhere being entirely independent from him, not needing him anymore - it just feels good.

but being this close to him feels even better. the way that taehyung isn't shy in expressing his affections in whatever way comes up first, the swipe of his tongue against the corner of jimin's mouth, down near his jaw, pressing that much closer. jimin loves it, and he lets taehyung know in the way that his grip tightens that much more, silently urging him that bit closer, pressing his hips forward just enough, bottom lip briefly caught between his teeth because taehyung needs to know, too. he deserves to know just how much jimin wants this, wants him - that he's missed it, too. taehyung isn't shy about letting jimin know what it is that he wants, what he needs, either. with those big eyes, with that pleading in his voice, with every single thing about him - there's no way jimin could say no. he doesn't want to. instead, he's responding to taehyung's questions with a breathless sort of nod, his thumb rubbing against the skin at the side of taehyung's neck soothingly. "yes," is the initial response, followed by, "whatever you want, tae.. i want it, too."

Deep down Taehyung knows that Jimin won't turn him away. He's never turned away. No matter what it is that he wants on any given day--more sex, more burgers, more fun in the sun, more Netflix documentaries--Jimin always finds a way to make his dreams come true. It seems effortless on Jimin's part, but Taehyung knows just how much effort his boyfriend actually puts into making him happy. Which in turn just makes him that much wonderfully happier. He's so lucky to have someone in his life as caring and considerate as Jimin, and now is no exception--he acquiesces to Taehyung's requests without any hesitation, the soothing touch against his neck and the warm, breathy words making the pup feel as though he's floating on cloud nine.

Whatever he wants, Jimin wants too. It's the best thing he's heard in a long time (save for a couple minutes ago when Jimin confirmed he could still eat half the sugar cookies), and it leaves Taehyung beaming against Jimin's shoulder before pulling back so he can light up for the rest of his boyfriend too. "Thank you." The sincerity is still there, just as it's there in his lingering kiss, in his wandering touches, fingers pulling at the apron's strings secured around the older man's waist. Taehyung does away with the item quickly, taking care to place it on top of the counter so it won't get dirty. Then his focus shifts back to Jimin, his boyfriend looking so good leaning against the counter like that, Taehyung's eyes shifting to those hips that felt even nicer pressed against his own. And just like that Taehyung pounces, lowering himself enough to settle between Jimin's legs, lifting up the hem of his sweater. Just enough to get an eyeful of Jimin's stomach, toned yet soft, always so giving under Taehyung's touch. It's one of his favorite features. He doesn't waste time in mouthing across the warm skin, dragging his tongue into his navel, nibbling at his hipbone--needing to taste everything Jimin so he doesn't forget again.

no matter what it is that they're doing, it seems like taehyung always finds a way to warm jimin's heart. whether it's watching him talk about something he truly loves and is so passionate about or falling asleep on the couch after insisting on finishing this documentary even though it's really late because it's just so interesting or a time like this, when he can go from pleading for something so intimate to smiling, lighting up so genuinely a matter of seconds later, thanking jimin as if it isn't something that's set off a burning need inside of the older man as well. it just makes his heart swell, and he likely would have said something about it were it not for the way that taehyung captures him in another lingering kiss, his fingers starting to wander only to make jimin's heart swell even more when he's carefully removing the apron still secure around his waist and setting it to the side first thing, always so considerate even about the smallest things, even at a time like this. how could jimin not be completely, ridiculously in love with him?

taehyung isn't shy about things like this. that much is certain, always has been, and jimin is reminded of that fact all over again with the way that his eyes trail down to jimin's hips, the way he's quickly, easily lowering himself down to them a matter of moments later. it's been long enough, that combined with the way that taehyung was kissing him, with the anticipation of knowing just how much the pup wants from him is enough to have jimin starting to feel just as worked up. he's a little embarrassed, just the same way that he always is when taehyung is so up close and personal with the parts of himself that he's self conscious of - especially when it's been a while, when even jimin himself isn't sure if he gained weight or lost it without taehyung around - but it's hard to worry about details like that too much when taehyung's mouth is on his skin. the way that taehyung touches him, the way that he uses his tongue, how he nibbles near his hipbone - it's all so deliciously familiar. it coaxes a pleasured, somewhat shaky sigh from jimin's lips, has him reaching to curl fingers around taehyung's shoulder, to thumb lightly, affectionately at the skin just under the collar of his shirt because he can't help it, because he wants to touch, wants to feel taehyung when he's been missing him for so long.

Taehyung loves Jimin's tummy. He loves everything about it--how soft it is in the winter time when Jimin relaxes a bit on their nutritious meals, when holiday feasts keep them more than satisfied; how toned and attractive it gets once Jimin gets into a rhythm of working out, never too consistent, never needing to be as far as Taehyung's concerned; how cute it feels when he does things exactly like this, feeling the skin warm instantly underneath his mouth, slightly ticklish and so responsive. Taehyung could probably write odes to it--he definitely should one day--but right now he's much more focused on pulling more of those pleased sounds from Jimin. Making him feel good is just such a nice thing to do, and Taehyung wants to keep making Jimin feel good. It's been far too long since he's been able to do so. It's a drug, those noises, the affectionate little touch against his shoulder--and Taehyung's ready to lap every bit of it up in his path to get to where he wants.

Taehyung's tail wags in a sort of slow, excited anticipation as his lips trail lower and lower, eventually grazing over the front of Jimin's pants. Fingers move in favor of undoing buttons, zipper, wasting no time in tugging the denim down Jimin's thick, equally delicious thighs. Taehyung doesn't stop until they're all the way down, removing them with the same gentle consideration as the apron before eagerly settling in even closer. His own dick hangs heavy between his legs as he scoots right up between Jimin's thighs, nosing against the thin fabric of his underwear. If Jimin smelled great before, it's at least ten times better now that Taehyung's face is right up against his cock, nuzzling into the length of him and taking in deep, content breaths. It's as familiar as it is mouthwatering, the sensation deepening inside of him hard to explain even for someone as wordy as Taehyung. So instead he relies on instinct as his tongue dampens the white fabric with long, thorough licks, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just underneath the head of Jimin's cock. Even the faintest taste of his boyfriend through the cotton has him whining in need.

taehyung has always been a quick learner. always excitable, always eager to please, for as long as jimin has known him. it was the very same when he was just a young pup, when he wanted to do things just right, like helping jimin fold the laundry or set the table or figuring out exactly how much sugar he likes to mix into his coffee so that he can get it ready before jimin has the chance to shuffle out into the kitchen on lazier mornings. it's not any different with this, never really has been, taehyung always so eager, practically desperate for jimin to tell him, show him, teach him exactly what to do to make him feel good. it used to embarrass jimin much more, back when they first started doing this, when it hadn't fallen into such an easy rhythm yet. for all of the adorable, beautiful parts of taehyung that still rely more on instinct, that tap into the parts of his dna that are arguably more animal than human, jimin is eternally grateful for the pieces of him that are like this. how taehyung not only understands, but wants to engage in everything in all of the ways that anyone else would; the way that he cares about jimin so much.

perhaps it's even more fitting than he ever would have imagined before, because jimin has never been particularly good at separating these things. it isn't out of place in the slightest to feel his heart clench and swoop into his stomach at the thought, to feel all kinds of soft waves of the love, affection that he feels for taehyung rolling over him right alongside the simple physical pleasure. it really has been a long time, but taehyung settles into it just as well, and jimin lets him. he lets him do as he pleases, lets him drag his pants down and off, settles a little more firmly against the counter with a hitch and shake of his breath that follows the way it feels to have any part of taehyung pressed up this close and personal against him, even with the layer of fabric still separating them. it isn't difficult at all for everything that taehyung is doing, the anticipation of everything that they're going to do to coax jimin into full hardness, to have him biting down on his lower lip in order to swallow back a soft moan that threatens to spill over, cheeks flushing as he watches him. jimin continues to thumb affectionately over taehyung's skin, almost massaging him lightly with his fingers, a touch that's more absentminded than anything else the more taehyung coaxes him away from that lingering shy embarrassment that he never seems to quite get rid of (and especially not after its been so long) and closer to simply giving in to just how good it feels.

Taehyung really has always been eager to please, right from the very start. For as long as he can remember he's always liked making people happy, something in him brightening just from knowing he acted the right way in a certain situation. And if he didn't know how to act, than he most certainly would find it out, because acting the wrong way just wasn't an option. He had never felt that sensation more strongly than when Jimin scooped him up, when Taehyung realized that the young man with the kind eyes and the gentle disposition would be his forever home. Taehyung had stared up at him with those loving, curious puppy eyes, feeling in a heartbeat that he would do anything to please this person without fully understanding why. Of course, now Taehyung does. And over the years it's relaxed into an easier give and take, a true relationship where they both put each other's happiness first. Taehyung likes it that way, loves it that way, but he can't deny that there's something special about this.

Something he particularly loves about getting to Jimin like this, with his breath all soft and shaky, squirming slightly against the counter every time Taehyung nuzzles into him, catching his bottom lip in his teeth. Something about making Jimin feel good and having the other show it that satisfies so many things inside of the pup. Taehyung hums a pleased little sound at the way his boyfriend continues touching him, the affectionate little massage welcome on stiff muscles that probably shouldn't have curled up on the couch but did so anyway. Jimin always likes to keep that connection, some light touch, even when Taehyung's buried between his legs, even when he's inside of him--and he loves it. Makes his own heart swell even as he's getting Jimin hard from little more than pup foreplay. Taehyung takes that as his cute to hook his fingers in the last bit of Jimin's clothing, curling his underwear down his thighs so he can properly lap up the sides of his cock. Every few strokes has him whimpering out happy little sounds, like there could be no better place on the planet than right here. He's addicted to the taste of Jimin, the heavy warmth of him on his tongue as he leaves no inch untouched. "Did you miss this, too?" he asks, somehow still sounding genuine, sweet even, in between making out with Jimin's dick.

everything about it is genuine, and that's a big part of why it gets to jimin so much. why he always feels his heart clench just like this, why the affection never seems to stop growing in his chest, why he knows, without a doubt, just how completely and utterly in love with taehyung he is. why he knows that he's powerless to do anything about it, doesn't want to do much of anything besides fall into it any time he's given the chance, especially now. because he's never met anyone quite like taehyung in his entire life. he's never met someone so genuine, so sweet, someone who can be all of those things even at a time like this - and it does things to jimin that he can't even begin to explain.

somehow it feels much too quick and yet exactly right at the same time, just how much taehyung is getting to him. he never has to try too much, never has to work too hard to get jimin on the same page. but right now, it's been so long since they've been together at all, since he had taehyung close to him at all, let alone since they've had this kind of contact. it's been months since jimin felt anything close to this at all, his heart pounding that much harder, faster in his chest whenever taehyung pulls back the last bit of fabric protecting any of his modesty. his cheeks are still a little bit flushed, he can't help it, they're always like that, but he also can't keep it back anymore, the soft sound that follows the first drag of taehyung's tongue directly against the sensitive skin of his cock. it feels good, feels so good even though the sensations themselves are something like a tease, making his blood run hotter with every second. coupled with the way that taehyung looks like this, the pleased sounds that he keeps making, how sweet his words are even now. jimin is done for and he knows it, already fighting to keep his head from tipping back slightly, letting his own touch wander, fingers moving up to card through taehyung's slightly scruffy hair instead, gently pushing it back from his face. "mm," he makes a small sound of acknowledgement, an answer. "missed everything, taetae. of course i missed this."

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