Taehyung.

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

It's half past six in the morning. Jungkook bursts into the bedroom, kicking the door.

"It's coral, and I asked for peachy pink!" he cries, falling onto the bed. "My sister's wedding is in three weeks, and I look like a parrot! Taehyung, tell her we're not going!"

Taehyung sits up slowly. Over four years, he's learned to sleep through earthquakes named Jungkook. He silently reaches out and begins methodically stroking his husband between the shoulder blades.

"Coral is peachy pink," he mutters.

"You want me to embarrass myself!" Jungkook jumps up, ready to break into full-blown hysterics. "You don't love me!"

Taehyung sighs heavily and turns on the nightlight. Golden light fills the room.

• Come here.

"Tell me honestly, do you love me? What if you took me as your husband, as a friend, how should I know?" Jungkook persisted, but still crawled closer, burying his face in the older man's strong shoulder.

Taehyung grabs his chin with his free hand, forcing him to lift his head. He stares for a long moment into his reddened eyes, filled with genuine panic. Then he smiles softly, wiping a wet streak from his husband's cheek with his fingertip.

"Honey, we've been married for four years, do you still have doubts? If I had someone else, I would have died of boredom long ago. I would have run away myself within a week. And if you think you can fight with me now and run off to the club to complain to Jimin, you're wrong."