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The best way to describe November is with honest lyricism and some stringy guitar.
Or, with modern poetry. A few feathery brushstrokes.
Or perhaps all of the above.
The point is, Taehyung thinks November is lovely.
“November is...red!”
He watches Kihyun draw thick, red squiggly lines on his sheet of paper. The older he gets, the more he resembles Taehyung. Skin a golden tan color, eyes large and luminous.
Taehyung will think he’s used to it, used to the tantalizing resemblance, but then he’ll see a new expression on his baby’s face that really isn’t new at all, mimicking the features of his own, and of Taehyung’s parents before him, and it takes his breath away. Making the father giddy and impressed with biology. Something about mitosis, something about chromosomes. He can’t remember it much. But it’s all there in his kid.
Sure Taehyung is biased, but Kihyun is quite literally the cutest kid on the block.
“Ooh, that’s a good color.”
“I like. Red.” Kihyun explains, tongue between his small teeth as he layers thick, waxy lines of crayon on top of each other.
“Are there other colors in November?”
“Mmm. Purple. And… and green!”
“Oooh you’re right.” Taehyung lowers his head so he’s level with his son. He stares at his work curiously. “Are you gonna use those colors too?”
He had asked his son to draw him November, whatever that meant to the three-year old. Kihyun had taken the request in stride, working on his monochrome piece diligently for the past ten minutes.
At Taehyung’s question, Kihyun hesitates, eyebrows furrowing and mouth hanging open. But then he’s smiling, having seemingly worked out a very complex logic. “Nope! Just red.”
“Okay baby, I love that.”
It’s Thursday, the only day where Taehyung has no class, no work. He’d enrolled at an art program at the community college in town, once he felt ready to leave Kihyun at a daycare. The transition had been spotty, but it’s been two years, both father and son finally well-adjusted to the change of tempo.
Thursday is the only full day they have, and despite his exhaustion Taehyung tries making their day together fulfilling as they catch up on their time apart.
The house is quiet except for their voices and the funky trot music coming from his speakers. With Soonshim sitting lazily besides them, head resting on her paws as her eyes and ears follow them around the house, the omega feels almost complete.
“Finish!”
Taehyung, now in the kitchen, asks his son to bring over his masterpiece.
“Oooooh!” He makes sure to flash his eyes, face animated as he takes in the marks. “That is so good.”
Kihyun squeals, waddling closer to hug his father around his legs. Taehyung lowers the heat on the stove before crouching to pick him up, groaning theatrically as he settles him in his arms.
“Baby, you’re heavy.”
“Nuh uh!”
Taehyung chuckles. “Are you done coloring?”
But before he can answer, Taehyung’s phone buzzes. A text from Yoongi.
From Yoongi
come outside ;)
Interesting.
“You wanna see Yoongi?”
“Yoongi!”
“Okay, c’mon. I think he’s outside.”
Kihyun wraps his short arms around his dad’s neck, peering around to face the front door excitedly.
When he opens the door, Yoongi is nowhere to be seen.
“Kooooooooookie!”
It’s Jungkook standing in their driveway. Seeing him without warning, makes Taehyung’s stomach flip, heart in his throat as he moves down the front steps.
“Jungkook.”
“Surprise!” He says smiling from ear to ear.
Kihyun wiggles in his arms, motioning to move into Jungkook’s, so Taehyung lets go, watching as Jungkook hugs him tightly.
They move inside momentarily, Taehyung staring rather baffled and lovestruck as Jungkook removes his shoes. Because the alpha had had to cancel last month’s visit, they hadn’t seen each other in six weeks.
“You look so good, Jungkook,” he gushes, ambushing him once Kihyun is set down. Jungkook has grown up impossibly well since starting college. Growing into his nose, muscles lean but apparent.
“And you.” He beams, holding him close as he nuzzles the crescent-shaped mark on Taehyung’s lower neck.
Taehyung can’t stop smiling. Joy and surprise and affection mixing wonderfully inside him.
“I’m making pajeon.” He murmurs, faces close as they breathe each other in. Kihyun is still running around giggling. Soonshim barking enthusiastically, adding to the chaos. “And soup is almost done.”
“Ah, so I came at a good time then?”
“Yeah.” He whispers, kissing him on the mouth before turning back to the kitchen. “And Kihyun naps after lunch…”
“Oh?”
The toddler in question is now dragging his toy cars around the living room with a piece of string, Jungkook’s arrival having catapulted him to new energy levels.
Taehyung stares at his mate, a heady set to his eyes. “Yup.”
They share a steady gaze, used to having to communicate telepathically in front of Kihyun. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly the arousal licks down Taehyung’s spine.
But six weeks is six weeks.
+
“Fuck— nngg—hhuh.”
Jungkook’s tongue inside Taehyung never fails to unravel him, fingers hooking and tongue exploring. He can feel it lapping, licking, scooping him up into Jungkook’s mouth, down his throat.
“Add another—please.”
In response, Jungkook moves his mouth away from his hole, biting softly at the skin of his inner thighs. “I’m here four days, Tae. No rush.”
“When will we get the house to ourselves again, huh? Where we gonna—ngh—fuck? In the car? C’mon.” He bucks his hips up, fucking himself onto his alpha’s fingers.
He hears Jungkook huff from far away, mind focused on angling himself just right.
But then Jungkook is holding him down, asking him to be still, to submit. Taehyung whimpers.
“We have an hour, babe.” He murmurs, voice low.
Taehyung’s skin pricks. “Okay, okay. Just. Need you…”
Their lips brush while Taehyung’s eyes are closed. He can taste himself on Jungkook and it has his skin flushing, air catching in his throat.
“You like that? Tasting yourself on me, hmm?”
Taehyung can’t respond, he doesn’t know how or why he loves it, slick accumulating between them. His sheets are already a mess. He nods.
Jungkook moves his hand over his omega’s dick, pumping slowly as he plays with Taehyung’s nipple, licking the brown nub between his teeth.
When he whines in pleasure, he can feel Jungkook’s cocky grin against his skin.
“Jungkook! I’ll finger myself you know I will.”
At that, Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. His mind supplies him with a number of visuals before he slips three fingers in easily. The slide punches the breath out of him, having gone so long without feeling it for himself.
“Missed you so much.”
“Mmmm.”
“Gonna mark you up okay?
“Yes, yes,” Taehyung moans as Jungkook pumps his hand. “Add another. Please.” He’s begging.
When he does, the stretch, the sloppy sound of the stretch, sends Taehyung off. Whimpering and gasping, even as Jungkook’s other hand moves down to rub circles along his thigh.
“You ready for me?”
Taehyung nods messily, heart thumping in his chest as Jungkook lines himself up, his own arousal dribbling out of his tip.
Upon sliding inside, they both gasp, instincts primal and hungry as they start moving in sync.
Taehyung can’t think of having it any other way, of life having happened any other way. Pain and obstacles included.
When Jungkook bites his mark, his moan is so loud he fears they might wake up the baby. But then Jungkook is licking the small beads of blood and the waves of pleasure pulse through him powerfully, their mating renewed, acknowledged and rejuvenated. Everything else leaves his mind.
It’s only Jungkook.
“God, you’re gorgeous Tae…” Jungkook groans, pulling his mate’s hips onto his lap and pistoning his hips at a better angle. Their pace slow and so, so deep.
“I—ah—see so many pairings on campus and sometimes I feel like a dick.” He lowers himself to nip at Taehyung’s other nipple, breathless. “I feel crazy mostly. I…”
Taehyung opens his eyes slowly, gazing back with wet lids and sweaty cheeks.
“...I don’t see what people can see in—in anyone else but you.”
At the crazed and open expression on Jungkook’s face, Taehyung loses it. He rises off his back to kiss him openly, mouths and tongues a mess and heart in his throat, in his mouth, fogging up his head. It’s all he feels with.
Love flows in and out of him, into Jungkook and back to Taehyung, and it’s such an open and freeing thing. Their bond is secure and healthy despite their time apart, because of it.
This November does not feel like last November, because the things from back then don’t hurt like they used to.
This November, Taehyung knows forgiveness. He knows pain and love.
And he knows hope.