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“Yes, Jimin, I have everything under control. I'm baking the last batch of cupcakes right now, and tomorrow at 8 sharp, Jungkook will come pick up some of the boxes to help me deliver them.”
Jimin huffed on the other end of the phone. “Are you sure, Tae? I can ask Namjoon-hyung to postpone our departure by one day…”
“Absolutely not,” Taehyung scoffed. “I know you're worried, but I'll be fine. A little more faith in your best friend, hm?”
“I believe in you like no one else, babe,” Jimin said and chuckled. “But it's a lot of work, so I'd feel more at ease if I were there with you.”
Taehyung sighed and shook his head in amusement. “Focus on you and hyung, please. This is your first Christmas since your wedding, and I would hate myself if I made you change your plans.”
“It wouldn’t be your fault since I’m offering…”
“Jimin. I'm serious. I can handle it.”
Taehyung couldn't see his friend, but he knew he probably had at least 10 other reasons in mind to come and help him with baking and packing instead of packing his bags for Busan.
“Alright. You won.” Jimin didn't sound happy, but Taehyung was already doing his victory dance in the kitchen.
“Great. Now that we’ve established that I’m a responsible adult who knows what I’m doing and how to mind my own business…”
“I never claimed otherwise…”
“Let me tell you this: thank you, Jimin, for being in my life and I hope your first Christmas as a married couple will be unforgettable.”
The sniffle on the other end alerted Taehyung, but after a moment, Jimin blurted out, “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung. It's not even Christmas yet, and you've already made me cry.”
“And that's why you love me, Park Jimin,” Taehyung teased him.
“Yeah, I do. Merry Christmas and say hi to Jin-hyung from me, okay?”
“Mhm, I will.”
They bid their goodbyes, and Jimin hung up. Taehyung, still emotional and amused by his conversation with his friend, set the phone on the kitchen counter and went to the oven once more.
The time before various occasions—whether it was Christmas, Valentine's Day, or White Day—were always the craziest, but it wasn't something Taehyung couldn't handle after three years in this business. Sure, it was easier having Jimin and Jungkook, his faithful and loyal friends and employees, by his side, but they deserved to rest. He already felt bad enough that he asked Jungkook to help deliver the baked goods, which meant he'd arrive in Gwangju later than his boyfriends, Hoseok and Yoongi.
And yes, while Taehyung was quite stressed about handling baking, packing and delivering without Jimin, he was sure he was able to handle it without any problems.
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Taehyung was unable to handle the baking, packing, and preparing deliveries without any problems, as he discovered a few hours later.
“How did this happen?”
He checked all the lists of baked goods he had to prepare, along with their addresses, and then counted all the boxes and printed labels. Everything matched.
Almost.
Because he was missing about half the labels to put on the boxes.
“Okay, calm down, Tae, you got this.”
He took a few deep breaths. Then he headed to Seokjin's office, where the printer was, to make the rest of the labels. He wasn't even counting on his ridiculously rich and handsome CEO boyfriend's printer having color ink, but at least he'd have labels with his logo. He'd stick them on boxes for his regular customers, hoping they wouldn't notice since they'd been ordering his baked goods for months. He'd give the better ones to new customers so they wouldn't form an opinion of him on their first order. That sounded reasonable.
He opened the office laptop and entered the laptop password (taejinmarried043012). He then logged into his Google Drive, where he had saved a file with his company logo. He opened it, clicked print, and waited patiently as the printer loaded the paper and began printing.
But nothing of the sort happened.
“Why isn’t this thing printing?”
Taehyung sat in front of his laptop, his logo open, furiously clicking "print," but it didn't even move. It just made strange noises, as if it were about to get up, transform into a Transformer, and leave the apartment to conquer the world. Resigned, he walked over to the HP printer and clicked various buttons, then checked if the toner was in. Then he pulled out the paper and reinserted it, then pulled it out again, turned it upside down, and reinserted it.
But the printer didn't even move.
Taehyung was on the verge of a breakdown when he felt his phone ring in his pocket. He tried to control his emotions and the tears welling up before reaching into his pants and answering the call.
“Hello?”
'Hi, love. I wanted to check up on you. How's baking?”
Taehyung looked at the printer with hatred, then muttered, “Terrible.”
“Oh no, what happened?” Seokjin's worried voice wasn't helping him at all. But he promised himself that no matter what, he wouldn't cry. He wouldn't let the stupid printer beat him.
"Somehow I miscalculated the labels at the printer a few days ago, and I don't have enough to stick them on the boxes. And they have to be on the boxes, baby! People need to know my name and my brand!"
Seokjin hummed in understanding. “I guess you tried using the printer at home?”
“Yes, and it's fucking useless.” Taehyung sent another glare at the printer. “I could go and print them at the print shop, but I have another batch of cookies to prepare.”
“Maybe Jimin could help you?” Seokjin suggested, but Taehyung didn't even want to hear about it.
“I literally told him this morning that I had everything under control so he and Joon-hyung could go to Busan today. And no, I won't ask Jungkook either because he's busy buying gifts.”
“Okay, then send the label template to me and I will print them in the office.”
“Really? You could do that for me?”
Seokjin chuckled softly. “Of course. Anything for you, love. Send me the file and describe what size you want it printed in, okay?”
“Yes, I will do that right away. Thank you, baby.”
Taehyung hung up without waiting for Seokjin's response. He sat down at his laptop and, with a few quick clicks, sent a message to his work email address requesting that he print his coveted labels. He then closed the laptop and returned to the kitchen, where he began preparing cookies for one of his favorite customers.
A few minutes later, he looked at his phone and noticed that Seokjin had replied to his email. He opened it, read it once, then again, surprised by the sudden tone in which his beloved replied. Was he mad at him? On the phone, he sounded more amused by Taehyung's dilemmas, but the message's content suggested otherwise...
Without a second thought, Taehyung opened his Gmail account to reply. He leaned against the kitchen counter, unable to concentrate on baking when Seokjin was acting so unusual. Luckily for him, the reply came quickly.
“Professional, my ass.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes and was about to put his phone away when another idea struck him. Since Seokjin was so willing to print whatever Taehyung wanted, he decided to tease him just a little. He opened another project on his hard drive, saved it, and attached it to another email. This time, the content he wrote was equally serious and professional—no emojis, no pet names.
Right after that, he silenced his phone and put it aside to fully focus on what he had to do that day, even if the urge to check if Seokjin had replied was tempting.
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A few hours later, Taehyung was done baking and wrapping all the baked goods. Some of them were missing labels, which he'd been waiting for Seokjin to bring with him. It was the last of the work before Christmas for both of them, and Taehyung couldn't wait for it to be over.
He had almost finished cleaning the kitchen when he heard a familiar beep and the door opening. Usually, he would have dropped everything and greeted Seokjin in the hallway, but this time he decided to wait. He didn't have to wait long, as his beloved fiancé set foot in the kitchen 87 seconds later (not that Taehyung was counting).
“Hi, love,” Seokjin greeted him, placing his hands on his hips and kissing behind his ear. “How was the rest of your day?”
“Fine, I guess,” Taehyung said and shrugged, trying to play nonchalant.
Seokjin huffed with laughter and left the kitchen. Taehyung was still busy sweeping the floor when he returned to the room, this time holding a stack of labels he needed to put on the packages and…
“Wedding invitation, huh?”
Taehyung shifted his gaze to his face, and he didn't miss the way Seokjin was smirking. He didn't say a word, though, instead going back to what he'd been doing before Seokjin got home. Or rather, pretending to, because the kitchen was already sparkling clean and Taehyung didn't have to sweep the same spot of floor again. Seokjin must have realized this too, because he grabbed the broom and Taehyung let him take it.
“Talk to me, Tae,” he said and stepped closer to him. “Was that a joke, or do you really want to get married this spring?”
“A little bit of both?” Taehyung replied. “I was bored the other day and I was designing the invitations, so I put in a random date. You were replying to my emails so seriously today, so I wanted to make fun of you. It's not a big deal, hyung.”
Seokjin hummed, then placed one hand on Taehyung's hip and the other cupped his cheek.
“I was just being silly.”
Taehyung pouted. “I know. It's just that this day was too stressful, so I overreacted. I'm sorry, please ignore this invitation, okay?”
“Only if that's what you want.” Seokjin kissed his forehead. “I would marry you tomorrow if that's what you want. Just say the word.”
“I'd like to be your fiancé for a little while longer,” Taehyung confessed and smiled.
“Good.”
“But I still want to get married in the spring. Maybe not this upcoming one, but the next one…”
Seokjin laughed, and Taehyung joined in. This was why he loved him so much: because even after a day full of stress, tears over a burnt batch of cookies, and exhaustion, Seokjin still managed to make everything better. So Taehyung leaned closer and kissed him.
But as was often the case with them, one gentle kiss quickly turned into another, much more needy one.
“Can the labels wait until later?” Seokjin purred against his lips, before kissing him along his neck. “I promise I’ll put them on myself if you come with me to the bedroom right now.”
“Fuck, yes, okay, let's do that,” Taehyung gasped as Seokjin bit the skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
He grabbed Seokjin's hand and pulled him along, giggling as he did so, unable to wait until they were both naked in bed.
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Taehyung knew that if he wanted to, he probably wouldn't have to work at all. Or if he asked, Seokjin would find him a place to open his own bakery, but he liked baking in his own home too much. Despite having a fiancé who was a CEO and never complained about lack of money, Taehyung didn't take advantage of it much.
But he certainly loved getting some princess treatment in bed. Which is why he lay on the bed with his legs spread, with Seokjin between them. He was fucking him deep with his three fingers, making Taehyung whine and beg. It was their sweet ritual; Seokjin loved watching Taehyung fall apart under his touch, and Taehyung liked to have Seokjin's deep inside him.
“Fuck, there, oh, just like that,” Taehyung mumbled when Seokjin finally found his prostate. He arched his back and closed his eyes, enjoying the way those long fingers caressed his hole. “Mhm, baby, I'm ready.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, come on. I need you.”
Seokjin pulled his fingers out, and Taehyung hissed at the loss. He watched as Seokjin took the bottle to squeeze more lube onto his hardness, and not even a minute later he moved back between Taehyung's thighs to slide into his empty hole.
“God, you're so tight,” Seokjin whined against his ear and kissed him there, making Taehyung purr. “So hot and tight around me, fuck.”
Taehyung moaned, and relaxed a little, and that earned him a mouthwatering and a little bit sloppy kiss from Seokjin.
He loved this, he loved Seokjin, and he loved his stupidly big cock.
Taehyung was moaning mess, writhing on the bed, and begging Seokjin not to stop. He wanted him to be faster and harder, exactly how he liked the most. And Seokjin was happy to oblige, and hammered into his lover, making him scream his name loud and proud.
“Fuck, baby, harder, please, harder, oh…”
Taehyung was at the brink of climax, he could actually taste his orgasm already, and–
Brrrrpppprrrrrp.
A loud noise coming from outside made them stop. Taehyung was so close, he wanted to cry, but then he heard it again. This annoying brrrpppprpp from God knows where. He took a glance at Seokjin, who looked confused just like him. Taehyung tangled his fingers in his hair and crashed their lips together in another kiss, so it could distract them both. He could tell that both of them were close, just a few thrusts, and Seokjin's fingers around Taehyung's neglected, pink cock, and that would be it.
But no.
Brrrrpppprrrrrp.
“Oh for fucks sake,” Taehyung cursed and pushed Seokjin gently to get him to slide out of him.
Once he did, Taehyung practically jumped out of bed, not caring that he was naked, and followed the sound that was coming from… Seokjin's office?
“Oh no.”
Taehyung pulled the handle, and when the door opened, he saw the office in ruins. A multitude of sheets of paper with his company logo on them, each printed in black and white, littered the floor. He glanced at the printer, which was still spitting out pages, and he probably would have burst into tears if Seokjin hadn't appeared right next to him.
“Well, at least you have enough to spare now,” he said, amused, before walking over to the printer and unplugging it. He walked across the floor of papers and approached Taehyung, who was still staring at the mess in the room.
“I'm never giving Jimin a day off again,” Taehyung murmured, which made Seokjin cackle.
“We'll clean up here later. I still want to make you come, my love.”
“How can you be horny at a time like this?”
Seokjin looked him up and down, then placed his hand on his bare buttock and squeezed it. Taehyung squealed and smacked him right across his chest, but after a moment, they both giggled. Right after that, Seokjin picked Taehyung up and carried him back to the bedroom, where he fucked him not once, but twice, disregarding all the pastries, labels, and cursed printers.