It's beautiful how even their hearts together agreed to release all the tractions and pick up the same rhythm as each other. Their intimacy persisted, transcending the realm of physical pleasures even as they approached the culmination of their connection. Somewhat feeling out of breath, due to all the physical load they had perceived and as well as abrupt heartbeats in question if it was real. The artist carefully laid himself on top of the brunet once they came back from the high of their climaxes. Picking up his tank top, and wiping them both clean, wearing and making the other wear some pieces of cloth. Jungkook reclaimed his intimacy, letting their bodies clasp together as he laid above Taehyung's frame, letting his head find a way into his neck until those gentle kisses met the warm skin of the brunet. Taehyung's slender fragile fingers were weaving into the raven locks of the artist as gently as Jungkook's lips on him. Their legs tangled together and chests against each other. The brunet laid in his shorts and unbuttoned shirt while the artist somewhat pulled on his shorts and jeans before cuddling together.

It was surreal, the earlier event, the intimacy and everything about the very moment so they didn't want the connection to break so soon. Taehyung was still a bit dazed out due to all that amount of alcohol in him and the event that had him sticking this close to the other. He was just gazing up at the white plain ceiling above him, having his hand running on Jungkook's back and another through his hair. The artist momentarily broke the connection, craving a glimpse of that beautifully dishevelled face. The young face glowed, adorned with a subtle rosy tint on the cheeks and nose, while heavy eyelids lazily gazed up at him. Jungkook had a lot to say but once his eyes fell on that alluring face, he forgot everything else. He just continued staring, leaning to kiss the corner of his soft lips. Once he backed away Taehyung touched his face with so much delicacy, his mellow fingertips felt so magical against the artist's face.

"Kookie…" His soft yet deep voice came out through those tender lips, a bit swollen after the unlimited amount of kisses they shared in the meantime.

"Baby…" Jungkook whispered back in an instant, taking his hand from his face to kiss.

"Is it right if I say this?" He asked, the artist seemed bewildered by the sudden question.

"Say anything you want, love, I'm listening." Jungkook encouraged, wanting to hear him up.

"Everything that's happening… It feels so surreal. Magical. Is it even real?"

"It is, love. No matter how much I try to live in this moment, I always wonder if it's even real. I want you to know what you mean to me, the reason I feel all of this. You're the magic that makes it magical." Jungkook whispered out of pure honesty, their noses rubbing against each other and causing the brunet to close his eyes.

"Kookie… I love you so much." Taehyung whispered with so much sincerity in his voice, sparkling eyes opening up to admire that face in front of him. Jungkook smiled widely, eyes crinkled and shiny as he looked down at the love of his life who suddenly became his 'everything'.

"I love you so much, my love, so much." Jungkook confessed without wasting any time, letting those lips kiss those hazel eyes one by one. Taehyung loved the shower of affection everytime the artist would show him, treating him with so much delicacy as if he was dealing with a fragile piece of clay, moulding and framing it to perfection. Taehyung would never get enough of him, would never get tired of tasting those lips and that's how he pulled the artist again for a kiss. Lips moulded together like puzzle pieces meant to be fit, moving in search of the taste of each other through the tip of their tongues, they showed each other again that there was no way back from how deeply they drowned into each other, there was no way back to the surfaces. They wanted to drown deeper than the depth.

But for then, they eventually pulled apart, the artist smiling down at the younger one with a mix of pride and love. Pride for having him so close and love for the fact that, in that moment, Taehyung belonged only to him.

"You need lemonade, love." Jungkook suggested, watching how the hangover was still on his head. The artist tried to sit back but Taehyung didn't let him move, caging his waist between his legs.

"Let me have your hangover." Taehyung whispered and the artist chuckled.

"One lemonade can't help you get over me. Don't worry." Jungkook said confidently, patting his cheeks but the brunet still didn't let go. Jungkook raised one eyebrow challengingly, and not only did he stand up but also lifted Taehyung along with him, the latter clinging to him like a baby koala. Jungkook laughed at how he only clung more, legs and arms curling around him tighter and Jungkook's hands were helping him lift up by his thighs. He let him be like this and carried him to the kitchen, making him sit on the counter but he still refused to pull away. Jungkook could only laugh along those whiny incoherent words falling through those lips, puckering up to steal more kisses as if he didn't have already had lots of them.

"And if you won't let go, I'll tickle." Jungkook warned, fingers moving on his waist to squeeze the sides and the brunet finally gave up.

Leaving the younger one to whine, Jungkook walked towards his fridge to get a lemon to slice and squeeze into a glass full of water. Strong yet essential to go down the other male's throat or else he wouldn't stop being insanely cute and Jungkook would end up not sending him home. The artist brought the glass of lemonade to the younger one's lips, encouraging him to sip slowly until he scrunched his nose at the displeasing sourness.

"Well you didn't make that face while drinking the champagne." Jungkook teased and the brunet pulled him to dig his face into his neck, the artist chuckling at his overloaded cute drunk behaviour. He took note of Taehyung's drunk behaviour that very day, which means ten times cuter than he naturally is. Jungkook knew Taehyung would return to his usual self soon. It was a temporary loss for the artist to let go of this clingy side, but he cherished the natural innocence and cuteness in Taehyung, even though there were moments when he could be surprisingly bold and stubborn. The artist was the only one who could see all sides of him, so raw and natural.

They stayed connected for a little while, Taehyung settled on the kitchen counter with Jungkook trapped between his legs, his face buried into the neck and arms curled around the muscular body. Jungkook played with his hair in a soothing manner, feeling the brunet getting back to his quiet form. They didn't want this to end but the honks of car horns told them otherwise. Jungkook quickly turned his head to check the time in the clock and he didn't realise how hours passed away and it still felt like not enough.

"Baby you gotta go." Jungkook informed, breaking him apart, who didn't want to leave.

The artist started to button up his shirt for him, his legs still bare that he swung freely.

"I don't want to." The other male whined softly.

"But you have to."

Watching this side of Taehyung—cute, clinging, and undeniably adorable—Jungkook found himself falling for him more and more. Those tactful eyes held an adorably powerful gaze that made the other male question himself for being a little mean. Jungkook let him sit on the counter, letting him act a little sulky while the artist walked over to carry his pants for him, the untouched bag laying on the table that he carried along with him. Taehyung just stared at his artist with a fixed gaze, watching his every action and the aftercare he did for him. The way he made him wear his pants, sliding them into his legs and making him stand on the floor to button up on the waist, fixing his shirt into it and Taehyung let himself be treated like a child. The artist then looked up at his face, fixing his dishevelled hair with his fingers, brushing them quickly and carefully. He then brought his bag and hung over his shoulder for him, checking his result afterwards like a mother sending her kid to school.

"We'll meet again tomorrow. Okay?" The artist assured and the brunet looked down, still not wanting to leave but he had no choice. Jungkook could only smile, pulling him closer to kiss those bread cheeks and forehead, the light laughter not leaving him after finding Taehyung's endearing act of sulking.

"I love you." Jungkook whispered to him one more time and the car honks grew louder this time.

"I love you more." Taehyung whispered lastly and Jungkook gave him space to leave by standing on the side.

Holding his bag, the brunet took steps forward, heading towards the door. He turned around, catching a glimpse of the artist staring at him with pure love in his eyes. He wasn't truly leaving, yet even a temporary separation felt cruel and harsh. They were addicted, drowned deeply into each other, and this was just the beginning.