・cell 001 。

@❈｡ k. taehyung He’s so lovely when he sleeps, and Yoongi can’t stop the adoration that is seeping through him as he eyes the other. His voice is a luscious croon that hits Yoongi’s ears just right, and those lips, Lord, he hasn’t found a better reason for prison than one Kim Taehyung. His lips move in tandem with the other’s, crouching over him to run his tongue along the plush plume of his lower lip, teeth scraping, pulling as he, himself, pulls away from him. He detaches with a grin, and situates himself just so, just right enough to hover over Taehyung, and look down at him. “What does my birthday boy want?” Yoongi muses, tracing his finger down the side of his jaw, loving the way the muscles tense under his touch.

@❈｡ m. yoongi The clouds were rosy- mounds of cotton candy...endless happiness as far as the eye could see. A hushed, pleasing voice reverberated throughout the back of his mind, pleading for him to wake up, but Taehyung saw no need to remove himself from paradise, but he wasn't sure he had a choice. His eyelids fluttered open, a yawn spilling past roseate tiers as he felt the most gentle of touches tug him back into consciousness. "Mm...good morning, baby-" Taehyung croaked out, voice an octave deeper than normal due to his slumber. His arms instinctively reached upwards, looping around Yoongi's neck to tug him down so that Taehyung could receive his morning kiss. "Mm..happy birthday to me." He whispers, pulling away from the lip embrace to get a view of his lover.

@❈｡ k. taehyung It’s early, *early* into the morning when his eyes snap awake, searching the ceiling, gaze shifting to the metal door, with the plexiglass coverinng. It takes strength that his sleepy body somehow musters, as he slips from the bed, and holds himself so he doesn’t drop down. Yoongi slips into the bed below his, peeling up the thin blankets to slip beside his birthday boy. His arm twines around Taehyung’s waist, and he whispers into his ear; “Mornin’, happy birthday,” While his fingers run slow circles against his belly. He’s so soft unfer the callouses of Yoongi’s palm, and Yoongi can practically feel the burn of his self inflicted tattoo that’s right over his heart, of Taehyung’s name, as it beats for his celebration. “Wake up for me?” Yoongi’s lips press against the underside of Taehyung’s ear, along his neck, trying to wake him up sweetly.