New Vengeful Life - Taekook - The touch of newness

The touch of newness

"Morning without you is a dwindled dawn."

With the first shade of warm new morning apricity on his face and exposed shoulder, Jungkook shuffled and stirred. He felt little cold due to the winter morning wind and snuggled more and more into the tight embrace around himself with a pout. The apricity of winter morning in his skin making him feel peace along with the fresh smell of morning. He, as a habit, scrunched his nose, licking his lips and snuggled more into the warm embrace of his husband before he blinked sleepily and opened his eyes. He was little startled on seeing them in the same place from last night. He turned his head towards the window only to see the soft cool wind making the curtains dance in a rhythm and few blossom petals smoothly floating into their room with the air. The fire in the fire place had died down long back, the room had turned chilled. The only source of warmth being them and the heat of their body. Jungkook had no clear recollection of how he finally managed to fall asleep last night. He stirred and could feel his face and ears heat up with the recollection of past night. He didn't even know when due to heavy over powering emotions he had slept in Taehyung’s arms. Due to his nightmares and danger lurking around, someone sleeping next to him, should have been cause for alarm. But, after Taehyung came into his life, the definition of living had been something else for him. Taehyung's presence had become the only sense of comfort for him, his warmth and his touch being only reality. Everything else felt fake, anything without him felt uncomfortable. He was very nervous at first, but Taehyung had closed all the door for doubt, unease and awkwardness so quitetly and smoothly that he didnt even know when he got into the intimacy and when slipped into sleep space. He pulled away from Taehyung and propped his body up with his elbow as he took a glance at his man.

Kim Taehyung. Jungkook whispered the name as he looked at the sleeping man and smiled. Since he was the leader of the Haneul guards, Jungkook could not believe that he was someone who could let down his guard. However, this young man was totally at ease as he slept, as if being beside him was the safest place in the world. For him, sleeping Taehyung looked like a baby. Taehyung sleeping so peacefully and carefreely was something that filled his heart with happiness. As he continued to observe him, Jungkook felt himself gradually calming down from his heated face, and his complicated thoughts and emotions settled into a state of tranquillity that he had never experienced before. Some of red wedding candles had been blown off but some in some corners still wept silently, and time moved on. At this moment, the bridal chamber held no air of flaming affection, nor of romance, but a kind of neutral warmth and comfort. It was as if all the deep-seated hatred and inhuman cold-bloodedness had been tamed by the brightness of the love to become a mere wisp of smoke and flame.

Jungkook didn’t think about why he didn’t look away, and so naturally turned his body and propped his chin up with one hand so that he could assess the young man before him in detail. Taehyung slept peacefully, and his sleeping posture was very good, possibly due to good training when he was a child; even in his sleep, he exhibited an air of noble elegance. On top of that, this elegance was a few degrees less cold and detached than when he was awake, and had a kind of gentle grace. Jungkook's gaze slid down, following the line of Taehyung’s long, delicate, and perfectly straight eyelashes, skated across the line of his extremely straight nose, down his thin lips, his knife-cut jawline, and finally landed on his fair, jade-like collarbone. This man, his man, had truly been born exceptionally good-looking. The sunlight slanted into the room, adding a faint golden glow to his appearance, and causing him to look almost god-like in his beauty. During the night, Jungkook's remembered Taehyung taking of his snow-white inner clothes, exposing his skin, as white as porcelain and as lustrous as jade. Because his skin was mostly concealed under his clothes, there was an irresistible urge to reach out a hand and touch it. Jungkook regretted that he couldn't take the chance to expose that skin himself last night. Jungkook stared at his skin in a bit of a daze, his mind seemingly muddled, as his hand stretched out to touch. Where his hand made contact, the skin was smooth and firm, warm to the touch, like a first-rate bolt of silk; it was a truly comfortable feeling.

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