[jimin/taehyung] ; serendipity

[starrystarrynight]

 

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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[starrystarrynight]

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.

[toughkookie]

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."