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writetomyheart2015-10-09 11:15 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-10-09 11:15 pm
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[team sonic] full of bees
First words from Where to go from here.
Title from It's a Wonderful Life by Sparklehorse.
Wise isn't exactly a word that most people associate with Taehyung. That's not to say he's unintelligent, because that's the furthest thing from being the case. But, as Namjoon muses, his finger dancing over the keypad as the door clicks open and the overwhelming scent of an omega in the first flames of heat fills the room, only Taehyung would crawl into the refrigerator.
"Taehyung?" he calls, rounding the corner of the hallway, toeing off his shoes, dropping his bag onto the wood of the floor with a soft thud and peering into the kitchen, not that he doubts the message sitting in his inbox, Where are you? I got my heat early and I'm waiting in the fridge, but that's not guarantee that Taehyung is still in the refrigerator. But the scent is definitely stronger here, as Namjoon blinks, his vision going blurry for a moment as he grabs at the wall to steady himself, and a voice rings out through the kitchen,
"You're late," Taehyung complains, and he sounds slightly annoyed but even more out of breath, as the refrigerator door swings open slowly, revealing him sitting on the glass shelf, and Namjoon is just happy that it's solid glass and not flimsy plastic. Taehyung is sucking on a popsicle, his lips stained various shades of neon from the small pile of empty popsicle wrappers on the shelf beside him, but he doesn't look cold. On the contrary, he skin is flushed, his eyes slightly glazed and Namjoon feels a jolt of guilt, even though as Taehyung has messaged, his heat was early; neither of them had been expecting it for several days yet.
"I'm sorry," Namjoon says, reaching for Taehyung who tumbles out in a tangle of overheated arms and legs, so much skin on skin and Namjoon bites his tongue as the scent becomes even more potent, clouding his senses; he rakes his eyes over the kitchen trying to find something to focus on to steady himself, and he notices the small puddle on the glass, threatening to drip over the edge.
"It's a good thing Seokjin isn't here to see this," he laughs, as Taehyung frowns up at him, wrapping his arms around Namjoon's neck as he hoists him up and totes him off to the bedroom. "I can only imagine him complaining about getting slick on the vegetables."
Title from It's a Wonderful Life by Sparklehorse.
Wise isn't exactly a word that most people associate with Taehyung. That's not to say he's unintelligent, because that's the furthest thing from being the case. But, as Namjoon muses, his finger dancing over the keypad as the door clicks open and the overwhelming scent of an omega in the first flames of heat fills the room, only Taehyung would crawl into the refrigerator.
"Taehyung?" he calls, rounding the corner of the hallway, toeing off his shoes, dropping his bag onto the wood of the floor with a soft thud and peering into the kitchen, not that he doubts the message sitting in his inbox, Where are you? I got my heat early and I'm waiting in the fridge, but that's not guarantee that Taehyung is still in the refrigerator. But the scent is definitely stronger here, as Namjoon blinks, his vision going blurry for a moment as he grabs at the wall to steady himself, and a voice rings out through the kitchen,
"You're late," Taehyung complains, and he sounds slightly annoyed but even more out of breath, as the refrigerator door swings open slowly, revealing him sitting on the glass shelf, and Namjoon is just happy that it's solid glass and not flimsy plastic. Taehyung is sucking on a popsicle, his lips stained various shades of neon from the small pile of empty popsicle wrappers on the shelf beside him, but he doesn't look cold. On the contrary, he skin is flushed, his eyes slightly glazed and Namjoon feels a jolt of guilt, even though as Taehyung has messaged, his heat was early; neither of them had been expecting it for several days yet.
"I'm sorry," Namjoon says, reaching for Taehyung who tumbles out in a tangle of overheated arms and legs, so much skin on skin and Namjoon bites his tongue as the scent becomes even more potent, clouding his senses; he rakes his eyes over the kitchen trying to find something to focus on to steady himself, and he notices the small puddle on the glass, threatening to drip over the edge.
"It's a good thing Seokjin isn't here to see this," he laughs, as Taehyung frowns up at him, wrapping his arms around Namjoon's neck as he hoists him up and totes him off to the bedroom. "I can only imagine him complaining about getting slick on the vegetables."