a/n: *if u don't want to read a load of bullshit then skip this a/n lmao*
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well hello there, it seems you have reached the final chapter (on reflection, not much actually happens in it lol)
it has dragged on since october(?), and now here we are😔😔 what a truly emotional moment for us all
tbh i tried really hard to make this a good story but i don't really plan stuff and winged most of it; i hope you didn't mind and it was still enjoyable for you😪
thanks for everyone who commented, u are so hilarious i want to marry u all. the things u wrote encouraged me to keep updating so thank u🥰
(though im pretty sure 75% of the comments were just incomprehensible aggressive swearing at yeonjun and beomgyu)
now this is over i don't have much to do with my life, so ill probably just have to do something productive instead
and finally, to end on a high note, i present to you some artwork i created:
edit!!: if you enjoyed this then I have a second taegyu story too, I hope you'll check it out^^
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—Beomgyu's bed might just have been the best place on earth.
Taehyun was enveloped in it; the duvet was thick - soft like a cloud. He pressed his cheek against one of the pillows, surrounded by hints of Beomgyu's aftershave and shampoo.
Digging his fingertips into the mattress, he inhaled, drawing in a long, exaggerated breath.
—Vanilla and testosterone...the kind of scents Taehyun wanted marked all over him.
This time, there had been no cushion border built down the middle of the bed - Beomgyu had made sure of it.
—The blonde was lying with his eyes open, resting his cheek on his elbow and staring at him.
"Are you awake, angel...?" He whispered, tracing the back of his index finger along Taehyun's cheek delicately.
"...What did you call me...?" Taehyun mumbled back - his grumpy voice half-muffled against the bedsheets.
Beomgyu grinned like an idiot, running his hand through his bed hair.
"I didn't say anything," He lied, shrugging innocently.
—It was late morning and as much as he liked watching Taehyun sleep, Beomgyu was getting hungry.
He lifted the corner of the duvet up to get out, but Taehyun opened his eyes and he immediately frowned as he noticed Beomgyu trying to leave him.
Reaching his hand out, he grabbed Beomgyu's arm, pulling it back so he couldn't go anywhere.
"...No." He mumbled in protest.
"'No'?" Beomgyu raised his eyebrows.
Despite his current lack of motivation to move, Taehyun began to shuffle over towards him.
He climbed on top of him, wrapping his arms around his front and burying his face against his shoulder.
"Stay here or I'll get cold," He grumbled.
"That's your excuse...?" Beomgyu snorted, lacing his fingers through Taehyun's soft hair. "Just tell me how bad you want me and maybe I'll stay..."
"Shut it, pisshead."
Beomgyu relaxed against his pillow and he exhaled, tugging on the duvet to make sure it was covering Taehyun's shoulders and keeping him warm.
"You're so bossy..." He sighed. "What happened to the submissive little Taehyun I had under my body last nigh—"
Taehyun immediately hit him as a huge scowl loomed over his face.
"...Say that again and I'll punch you in the dick."
Beomgyu bit his lip and he tilted the younger's chin up to peck his lips as an apology.
—He slipped his tongue inside Taehyun's mouth, and they touched - slowly, passionately but tasting delicious.
Beomgyu could feel Taehyun's drowsy body melting against his own; he was tired, and probably hungry too.
—As he finally broke the kiss, Beomgyu cupped his hands around his boyfriend's face, gazing into his eyes.
"I'll make you some breakfast," He said softly, kissing the tip of his nose. "What do you want, Hyun...?"
"Pancakes..." Taehyun replied lazily, rolling back to his side of the bed - Suddenly, with the promise of food on the horizon, he was more than happy to let Beomgyu get up and go.
The blonde did - standing up and stretching his arms out in the air.
He made his way over to the window, pulling open the curtains and admiring the new morning.
The sun was shining brightly...Everything felt so right now - it was hard to imagine all the heartache and distress of the night before had ever taken place at all.
For the very first time in Beomgyu's life, things were finally peaceful, calm and—
"Close the damn curtains, dipshit..." Taehyun whined loudly, covering his body entirely with the duvet to shelter himself from the outside world, and the perils of natural daylight.
Beomgyu looked over his shoulder at the Taehyun-shaped blanket blob on his mattress and he rolled his eyes in amusement.
"Our first morning as a real couple yet you still do nothing but complain..." He teased.
"'Couple'..." Taehyun repeated, popping his head back out from under the sheets to look at him. "S-Sounds embarrassing when you say it..."
Beomgyu started laughing to himself, moving away from the window towards his wardrobe to find some clothes to put on.
"What's so funny...?" Taehyun mumbled, eyes glaring into the back of Beomgyu's blonde idiot-head.
The latter turned back around to beam as he picked out a fresh shirt to put on.
"'dUde I'm not even gAy'." He replied in a mocking tone - sniggering like a child.
Taehyun's frown grew.
"...Excuse me?"
"That's what you said to me..." Beomgyu explained. "When we first met."
Taehyun rolled onto his side, feeling his cheeks burn as the memory returned to him.
"...Loser..."
Beomgyu wandered back towards him, towering over the bed and pulling the duvet down a little so he could admire Taehyun's face in its full flustered form.
"I love you, Taehyun." — He said gently.
The tips of Taehyun's ears flashed red and he turned over once more - this time so he was lying flat on his stomach with his blushing face hidden against the pillow.
He felt so strongly about Beomgyu that he wanted to confess back, but for some damned reason, that man was the only thing he ever became a shy mess for.
"M-Me too..." He eventually mumbled, as quietly as he could.
"Hm?" Beomgyu questioned. "What was that?"
"...loveyoutoo..."
"I can't seem to understand," Beomgyu shrugged, playing dumb.
Taehyun squeezed the pillow in frustration.
"...You know what I said...so t-take it or leave it."
Beomgyu couldn't stop grinning; he lifted the duvet up so he could slip back under the covers, returning next to Taehyun's side.
His legs wrapped around him and he hugged him right up against his chest.
He wanted to stay next to Taehyun all day...and all day tomorrow, as well...and then the day after that, and the day after that.
"...And here I was thinking you were going to make pancakes..." Taehyun suddenly interjected.
Beomgyu laughed a little, settling down in the position he was in to get as comfy as possible.
He didn't think there was anyone else out there in the world who suited him more.
Sure - Beomgyu thought - that boy was a brat...a short, smartmouth brat with a man bag and an attitude problem...But there was no doubt in his mind that Kang Taehyun was the absolute love of his fucking life.
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