Jungkook let one hand curl into the blonde hair clumped at the nape of Taehyung's neck. The model's hands were drawing small circles on his hips, chests grazing just enough to make his heart sporadically pulse.

Taehyung chuckled softly into his mouth, their breaths mingling as Jungkook shifted slightly closer to the edge of the table. His thighs brushed Taehyung's hips, the elder standing between his legs.

Their voices, the sounds of their small gasps and encouraging words, were lost in the mechanic hum of the half storage room, half laundry.

They were supposed to be looking for anymore party supplies, the large party supplies box that was already in the living room seemingly not enough.

But with Jungkook propping himself up on the small side table sitting idle in the closet like room, legs swinging with a sharp gaze searching around the small space, Taehyung couldn't help mixing their bubbles of space.

"Tae," the younger spoke, lips reconnecting without a second to waste.

"What's up?" The model moved one hand up to hold his jaw and guide it to the side, deepening the kiss and letting them in closer.

"Pause." The photographer took long, full breaths as he resurfaced, eyes fluttering open as he dragged one hand around Taehyung neck to play with his shirt collar. "Tell me about your day."

"Really?" Taehyung frowned. "I want to kiss you, can't that wait?"

"You can still talk while I..." Jungkook smiled shyly before tugged him closer and letting his lips move along the model's cheek, down along his jaw to dip under onto the tan column of skin.

"Oh, okay, you're doing that." Taehyung shivered out a small appreciative mewl, head tipping to give him more room. "The modeling department was lively thanks to Jin Hyung's birthday. Everyone being in a good mood meant that the stress strain was low— Jungkook—"

The younger squeaked and hid his face in the broad shoulder before him. Taehyung grinned and rubbed his thigh, the muscle firm under his long fingers.

"Angel."

"M'sorry" The muffled, embarrassed cry warmed his skin. "Sorry, I won't do that."

The model's smile didn't waver as he pulled Jungkook's head back to meet his gaze. They were cast at his neck, though, cheeks flaming. Taehyung let his hand rest on the built thigh touching his side, the younger both relaxing and shifting with the touch.

"I just don't want to bother my stylist with having to cover up your amazing tracks," Taehyung chuckled softly, Jungkook groaning and hiding his face in his chest again. "She would also ask a billion questions being as nosy as she is."

"Oh god, I want to die." The photographer cried again and the model let out a stark laugh, raising his chin to catch the lips on his again.

Jungkook just felt incredible against his skin, against him, he loved how his hands rested on the small waist, how Jungkook always let him make the first move— rare occasions of his bravery in the intimacy pleasantly surprising the elder.

"I'm glad work was easy today." He mumbled, lips never leaving Taehyung's for too long.

"And I'm secretly grateful you ask me about it every day." The model caught Jungkook's bottom lips between his teeth, carefully nipping it and the younger whimpered softly.

"I-I'll always ask."

"Please do." Taehyung pecked his mouth, kissing around his face to draw out the adorable giggles from his even more adorable boyfriend. "What did you do today, beautiful?"

"Yoongi Hyung and I hung out earlier, figuring out some things for tonight and then Jimin and Hobi came during lunch to help out." Jungkook smiled brightly at the model watching him, tucking his hair behind his burning ear. "And a few hours later— bam, we are all here and almost done."

"Jin Hyung loves good surprises," Taehyung nodded. "We just need Hobi to keep him out of this place until we are ready tonight."

"That shouldn't be too hard." They laughed knowingly, Jungkook pulling Taehyung close enough to rest his cheek on his shoulder, tracing a dazed finger along his peeking collarbone. "They're probably going to be wondering where we are."

"Jimin probably knows what we are doing." The model smiled at Jungkook's noise of embarrassment. "I'm sure you've walked in on those two making out more times than you can count."

"You're not wrong." Jungkook huffed. "It makes me want to rip my eyes out."

"Oh, really?" Taehyung bundled him up in his arms, crushing their chests together and making him laugh breathily. "I like your eyes a little too much to let that happen, Koo."

"I—" the photographer bit back his stupid response, skin saturating in color as his thoughts spun. "I— uh— thanks? Thank you, I appreciate the... compliment."

"God, you're so damn cute." Taehyung swooped down to kiss him once more before helping him off the table. They found a small extra box of streamers, unopened, and rejoiced that the trip to the apartment's storage room wasn't entirely just for their together-time.

Jungkook swung Taehyung's hand back and forth as they left the room, smiling as he gazed at those pretty lips swollen like his. When they got to the living room, Yoongi was shuffling around the couch, fixing pillows and the coffee table, while Jimin was making a call in the kitchen.

"Hey, did you guys..." Yoongi scoffed when he noticed them, clearly seeing past the box of streamers in Taehyung's free hand. "Okay, don't say a word about it and just give that to me. Actually help now."

"Yeah, sorry, Hyung," Jungkook mumbled, taking the box and quickly opening it. He rushed to Yoongi's side to help with more decor as Taehyung laughed and wandered to where Jimin was on the other side of the room.

"—anything with lobster?" The dancer smiled absentmindedly at the model who curved around the counter and got a glass of water. Jimin raised a brow with a quick double take of his messier features, not questioning much while on the phone. "Perfect, some of that, too. Can I pick it up in three-four hours?"

"That quick?" Taehyung inconspicuously asked him, receiving a shrug. "Ask if they deliver."

"Do you guys deliver?" Jimin nodded along with whatever response he got and then shook his head at the model. "We can pick it up, don't worry, Tae."

The younger smiled and set his emptied glass on the counter, leaning down to rest his chin on his propped palm and watch the two others figure out how to twist and tape the streamers to the wall.

He looked back to the dancer talking animatedly with the restaurant owner.

After his and Jungkook's conversation a couple days ago, he had been unnerved around the dancer. Treading with caution to gauge how Jimin would take the news.

But like Jungkook, Jimin was wonderfully considerate and understanding as to how Taehyung functioned. Like how he couldn't change the past, Taehyung never wished for his genuine friendships to change upon being enlightened about it.

Jimin never changed his carefree attitude around the model, rather became more affectionate. Taehyung found himself enjoying the hugs or clingier sides of closeness the smaller male showed his love with.

"Food's set!" Jimin excitedly announced, putting his phone down. "Jungkook and I can pick it up later since it's in a busier place."

"Thank you," the model sighed, the older of the two was grinning at him when he was shattered out of his thoughts.

"What the hell did you guys do on your decor hunt?"

Jimin was just as nosy as his stylist, Taehyung figured.

"Kissed a little."

"A little." The dancer snorted and spun in his seat at the bar stool, gazing around the flat. "Your place is so nice, man. This is incredible. You have parties here often?"

"No, actually," Taehyung blinked, standing up straight. "This is the first. The four of us never do anything super big and usually just go out. Since there's you two joining, we went with the home party."

"Well," Jimin reached across the counter and tapped his shoulder. "Here's to more firsts."

The model chuckled and dipped his chin before the two left the kitchen to help with the rest of the surprise's set up.

Here's to firsts.

—

"You need coffee?" Jungkook flopped onto the couch next to Taehyung, sighing in awe as they sat in a celebratory decorated living space.

Balloons were scattered all over the floor, their mouths aching from blowing so many up, streamed were stretched from the corner to corner of the ceilings, 'happy birthday' pinned in bright letters to the wall.

Music was playing on the built-in speakers already, their time stamps holding a couple hours until he and Jimin would pick up food and Hoseok could then bring Jin home.

Jin's gift was sitting on the coffee table, wrapped and beautifully bagged. Although, not expensive, it was thoughtful. All of them unanimously agreed that was better.

"We are out of coffee grounds." Jimin groaned, falling onto one of the side seats. Yoongi was buried in his phone, wireless earbuds shoved into his ears as he did some work away from work.

"There's a coffee place just nearby." Jungkook perked up. "I can grab you guys some."

"Really?" Jimin gasped excitedly. "I can come—"

"No, you're tired. It's okay, Hyung." The youngest laughed, standing and looking down at Taehyung who reached up to hold the side of his shirt. "You want some?"

The model nodded. "Sorry I would come with, but..."

"I know." Jungkook shrugged. Taehyung had decided to dismiss the security personal for the night as the apartment had enough and he wasn't planning to go out. It also meant confining him and that he shouldn't go out and about. "Text me what you want."

"Sounds good," Taehyung jerked his chin towards Yoongi. "I'll let you know what Hyung wants, too. Thanks, Koo."

"M'kay and no problem." the photographer stretched before grabbing his phone and wallet, Jimin sinking in his seat while typing away on his phone as well. With both the others distracted, Jungkook quickly leaned down and pressed his lips to Taehyung's for a quick goodbye. The older laughed as he pulled away and sprinted for the door.

"I saw that!" Jimin called out, making him grin and throw on a dark jacket and mask at the front door. "I absolutely hate third wheeling."

"Now you know how it feels!" Jungkook giggled before pulling his mask up and shutting the front door behind him.

He skipped down the hall, taking the elevator in solitude— surprising for a Saturday night, but it was a quieter complex anyways.

Bowing his head respectfully to the staff at the front, Jungkook pushed past the revolving doors and headed out into the bitter cold to the coffee shop he'd seen on his countless trips to the model's home.

The expensive housing brought luxury to everyday parts of life as well. The coffee shop was a rather high end one, but it was visually pleasing.

Jungkook's phone buzzed with coffee order messages from Taehyung, both of which he mentally noted and hugged his jacket closer to his chilled body.

Breath fogging in front of him, the photographer kept to himself until he stepped into the warm, aroma doused shop. The smell hit his nose rather welcomingly, but it wasn't like the elevator, plenty of people occupying space around the floor. Chattering voices and clanging metal amongst the whirs of machines.

He headed for the counter, the lack of a line making him relax. He could get back quickly then. Ordering promptly, he joined the small crowd by the pickup counter, waiting for his order name 'JK' to be called.

A small tingle made his hands tense at his sides, not a tingle of cold from the repeatedly opening front door, but one of some secret power within humans. The ability to feel a presence, to feel when one's attention was attracted to you.

It itched at his calm, sparked a nervous flurry through his chest.

It was startling and nerve wracking even though it happened to Jungkook so often. He'd told Taehyung he could feel eyes on him, but it was more of paranoia. Just knowing he'd been more public about his life than ever before was getting to him.

Even so, he took a quick look around, sighing in relief as everyone inside the cafe seemed to be indulged with their own conversations or company.

"Get a grip, Kook," he mumbled to himself.

A barista called out his acronym and slid a holder tray of four drinks to his hands when he pushed passed the crowd to retrieve it. Jungkook thanked the woman before turning and carefully balancing the tray as he fixed his mask and headed for the door.

The door swung open before he could push it open and a body side-stepped in, apologizing swiftly for nearly colliding with him.

Jungkook froze for a moment, frowning behind his mask before seeing the person head to the register to order.

"What is wrong with you, Jeon?" He shoved the door open with his side and stepped out.

It struck him as odd, the familiarity the short eye contact had. Not because he'd felt that way before, but because he thought he'd seen that face somewhere before. Whatever face was hidden behind the mask, that is.

"You are so damn paranoid." He rolled his eyes and continued back to the lavish apartment where the eventful night awaited.

He just needed time to adjust to the slowly growing recognition he was facing. That was all.