you were the song stuck in my head, every song i've ever loved // 429w

taehyung was playing another album despite the fact jungkook told him to stop after the last one, the telltale sounds of the record being switched coming from behind him. a smile crept onto jungkook’s face as a familiar song began to play.

taehyung had fell in love with the record player jungkook brought with him when he moved in and with the quality of music they played. he had fallen in love with the way it felt when he would dance along to whatever record he played, the way the record would look as he watched it spin. jungkook was really only too happy to indulge taehyung, buying him more and more records as the months went on.

jungkookie, dance with me!

it was something jungkook could never get used to, spinning around the room with taehyung in something that vaguely resembled dancing, the feeling of taehyung’s hands clutching his. the melody of taehyung’s laughter was the song jungkook liked best. he would harmonise easily with a melody of his own, a wide grin splitting across his face easily.

their apartment was small but whenever taehyung would leap around it, the space seemed to expand just for him. jungkook could only stare on in awe as the elder did strange movements, odd screeching sounds leaving his mouth, waking the neighbours at the late hours of the night.

the more jungkook would think about it, the more he realised their insignificance on the earth. no one else had time to care for the way taehyung’s voice would crack when he got too emotional singing along to old r&b songs, the way his eyes would sparkle brightly whenever he pulled jungkook into whatever world he was currently living in.

yet, jungkook knew how much he meant to taehyung, how much taehyung meant to him. they weren’t insignificant in each other’s eyes, kisses and touches shared between them to remind each other when they dared to forget.

how are you feeling, jungkookie?

tired as hell. you’re exhausting.

you love it.

i do.

a kiss pressed to a cheek, a pinky linked around his own and jungkook could feel his fatigue slipping away. he would pull taehyung closer until personal space was non-existent and he tangled his hand into taehyung’s hair.

taehyung would complain about his hair getting messed up again with an eyeroll and jungkook’s snickering would make everything okay again. everything was okay, despite the fact neither had the jobs they wanted, everything was okay, despite the fact they were almost alone in the world.

we’re okay, right?

we’re okay.

why am i such taekook trash. hey hey. fxdedtulips, this is for you because i said i wouldn't hurt them this time (not as fluffy as i intended but at least nothing too bad happens to them this time...)