“I can’t believe you’re living out my dream, Jungkook. It’s not even fair!” Jimin whined while hitting Jungkook’s arm as they walked to their next class.
Jungkook just rolled his eyes, “Trust me, it’s the last thing I want to do, but my photography advisor says it’s a golden
“And not to mention, you’ll get to see all the beautiful and talented idols.” Jimin added, a little quieter.
Jungkook stopped in his tracks. His eyebrows furrowed
“That’s the worst part. I can’t stand them. I just need to go in, do my job and leave,” he snapped.
Jimin smiled softly, “I know, I know. Which is why I said it’s unfair. I’d do anything to just see some of them, especially Kim Taehyung. Ugh.”
“I’m sure he’ll be there since he just had a successful comeback, everyone says he’s going to win the ddaesang this year. Literally everyone’s obsessed with him!”
Jungkook shot him a sideways glance, “Except me.”
“And I don’t plan on seeing him more than I have to,” Jungkook replied, getting annoyed.
“But please, we’ve been friends all these years and we’ve always shown each
“It’s worse enough as it is, seeing idols’ pictures plastered on every billboard and every bus stop, why would I voluntarily watch any of them,” Jungkook said.
“How about this? If I see him, I’ll sneak a close up picture of him or something, for you?”
Jimin’s eyes lit up as he smiled, “I knew you had a heart somewhere in there Jungkook-ah.”
Jimin smirked and whispered under his breath, “We’ll see how well you can focus once you see him in person.”
“Oh nothing, we’re getting late to class,” as he began jogging away from the confused younger.
Jungkook groaned. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough, he wanted to get this over with. It was just a step towards his career, nothing else.
“Why are we friends again?” Jungkook mumbled as he sat cross legged on his bed, watching Jimin rummage through his closet.
The other boy poked his head out momentarily to reply with a cheerful smile, “One, because I’m your roommate so you have no choice. Two, because I have a
He held up a glittery black top.
“What the—? Where did you even get that? It’s not from MY closet,” Jungkook shouted.
Jimin burst into a fit of laughter, “I know it’s from mine. I just think you
Jungkook got up and gently started pushing Jimin out of his room.
“For the millionth time, Min, I have an all black staff uniform, photographers are asked to blend in to the background as much as possible, not stand out.”
“No! I’ll have these huge noise cancelling head phones on so it would get messed up anyways.”
“That sucks. You’re telling me you won’t be able to hear his voice? When he’s performing? Accepting his award?”
“Fine, fine. I don’t care if you hear him or not, but you better, YOU BETTER, get me his autograph, else we’re not friends anymore,” Jimin squinted.
“And just so I know you actually got it, and didn’t just buy a fake off the internet, I’m giving you my personal photocard of Taehyung, from his latest album. You have to get this signed. No excuses.”
He handed the card over and left.
He’d seen Taehyung before, of course, on posters, in advertisements, but he had never paid much attention nor dwelled on the image, but now with the
Not only was his face classically handsome, but his expressions and hooded eyes gave him a charismatic persona. He was what a photographer would call “the perfect subject.”
Not much work
Jungkook scoffed, putting the card on his desk next to all the other equipment he’d be bringing to the event tomorrow evening.
Such a shame he’s an idol.
Jungkook rested his chin on the window as the taxi cab brought him to the event venue. He took in the dark, unforgiving clouds overhead, like the perfect winter storm was brewing. He hoped he’d be done and out of there before the weather got too bad.
As they approached the
Jungkook scrunched up his face in disgust. He had argued with his advisor
“Only a fool would turn this down.”
Once inside the empty stadium, he marveled at the grandeur of it. The seats were still empty but the flashing lights, the resounding music
He gagged at the thought.
He didn’t recognize most of them, thankfully.
Jungkook reached into his jacket pocket, withdrawing the photocard Jimin had given him, he read the name again.
Jungkook blew out a puff of air in indifference, crossing his arms. Why did this guy have to be so dramatic and show up late on purpose, just for the attention?
It’s like these people lived off of it.
If Jungkook had thought he was just photogenic, seeing him in person was a different experience altogether. Unlike the photocard, Taehyung had messy blonde hair. He had
Jungkook let out a breath, shaking his head, instead trying to focus the lens on the approaching idol.
However, the idol still had his eyes on the crowd, waving to his eager fans, finally he
Great, Jungkook thought, rolling his eyes. Now he’d have to compete with the hundreds of other cameras and phones aimed in the direction of the idol.
He fiddled with his tripod for a bit, as the hosts
He sweeped over the audience and paused on Taehyung, who was looking directly at him.
Jungkook quickly moved the camera away, why did his
As he took some shots of the scene in front of him, his curiosity returned, had the idol accidentally made eye contact? Had \he\ done something wrong?
With the camera still angled forward, Jungkook pretended to stretch, not so subtly.
He wasn’t sure what the expression on Taehyung’s face had been. He almost wished he had recorded it so he could go back and re-view it.
Why did he care so much? It was just a dumb idol. They were all emotionless at the end of the day. Puppets, he thought.
And yet he felt goosebumps all over his limbs, subconsciously aware of the other’s gaze on him.
Taehyung hated attending these functions. There was no point, he thought. Awards only pitted artists against each other, even though, he believed everyone was talented in their own ways.
The more success and praise you obtained, the less the other idols and singers liked you.
So, albeit with a little reluctance, he had come.
They believed he was only successful because of his looks. Yet others would try to get his number to date him.
A young man, not much older than himself. He seemed to be a photographer or part of the video crew based on how he was dressed, but unlike the other staff that bustled around, searching for the best shots. This man hadn’t moved from his spot.
Not only was he undeniably cute, but the facial expression on his face was surprising. Was it, indifference? Nonchalance? Almost a disdain.
When he panned over Taehyung, they widened, and Taehyung noticed how large they were. The transition from irritation to shock was comical.
Taehyung kept a steady
He clearly didn’t want to want to be there either. Taehyung smiled to himself, as he headed backstage to get ready for his performance.
Not like he /wanted/ to see Taehyung, more that he wanted to see if the other was still looking at him.
Who cares? He figured as he turned around to pan the familiar set of seats.
He wasn’t sure why his heart dropped a little, when he saw the name appear on stage and the spotlight turn on to reveal Taehyung, dressed for his performance.
His eyes weren’t able
That’s when Taehyung looked straight
‘Snap out of it,’ he reminded himself, ‘it’s his job to pull you in.’
But when he looked up again, the stage had gone dark indicating the performance was over.
He liked to think it was because of his performance, after all he had really outdone himself this time. As the hosts
Suddenly, he turned around aiming the camera directly at Taehyung, which
He kept the camera focused on Taehyung on stage as he accepted the award, gold just like outfit. He was saying something now, which caused members of the audience to cover their
Jungkook didn’t even need to hear to know it was probably some elaborate sob story and that these viewers ate it up. Pathetic, he thought.
As Taehyung made it back to his seat, Jungkook noticed the announcers saying something into the microphone with
Jungkook did not have to
As soon as the announcement was made about the storm Taehyung had messaged his driver to wait for him, he had something to do.
“H-hey.” Taehyung called out.
“Hey man,” Jungkook replied, still turned.
“I-I just wanted—“ Taehyung began again after a beat of silence.
Then it went dark.
“Are you fvcking kidding me?” Jungkook shouted.
Taehyung couldn’t see him, but it sounded like he’d gotten up and was trying to push
“Hey, it’s okay, we’ll be fine.” Taehyung said.
“No we won’t!” Jungkook was screaming now. “But you know who will be? Those idols! They’re probably being escorted home in nice, warm private cars. While us staff
Taehyung froze, glad he hadn’t introduced himself just yet.
“Y-yeah, exactly,” he said instead.
"It's okay. You're upset right now. We'll be out of here soon. Shh."
Jungkook let the stranger's warmth envelope his freezing frame.
Taehyung smiled endearingly, the words of the other didn't phase him at all. If anything, it made him more curious.
Taehyung took off his gold coat and draped it over
"Hey, man. Listen, I'm really sorry for just bursting out into a rant like that. I've just been annoyed all night."
Taehyung froze again, "Y-you think he's /insanely/ handsome?"
"Yeah, who doesn't? My friend gushed over him every day, but I
Taehyung was glad it was dark, because he was blushing. Hard. "A-and how exactly did he manipulate you?"
"I'm not sure. I think he noticed me staring at him too long and he looked back. And you know the
"A-and why don't you hate him?"
"I dunno." Junkook's voice had risen now, words punctuated by hiccups. "He is wicked talented I guess, and unlike the other idols,
"A genuine smile huh? What do you mean?" Taehyung was enjoying this a lot.
"The kind that makes even an annoyed person like me feel fuzzy inside. Ugh! Look at how pathetic I sound right now."
Jungkook let go of Taehyung's arm
"Okay, okay. Is it okay if I hug you-uh?"
"J-Jungkook." He was shivering now. "Yes please, I'm f-freezing."
Taehyung brought the other closer, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's back. "Is this good, Jungkook?"
He stumbled back with shock. A lot of thoughts raced through his head then, why hadn’t Taehyung said anything to stop him, why hadn’t he
“Come on, let me drive you home.”
“Fine, I’ll wait with you.”
Taehyung leaned against a railing, despite the frigid cold, the gold suit jacket Jungkook had discarded, now draped over his arm.
“You can drop me home.”
Taehyung smiled again, before leading them to his car.
As he slowly reversed out to begin his careful maneuver to the road, Jungkook’s eyes remained opened under his hood.
He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Taehyung hum.
“Oh I’m so sorry, Jungkook. Did I wake you up?”
His voice dripped, sweet and heavy, like honey.
“N-no, not at all.”
They went back to silence.
He cleared his throat, “Th-thank you, T-Taehyung. For dropping me off.”
His voice was shaking, from the cold & nervousness.
“A-also, I’m r-really sorry about all the stuff I said back there. I didn’t mean—“
Taehyung let out an airy laugh, “Don’t apologize Jungkook. You were just
“Yeah but—“ Jungkook started, before Taehyung cut him off again.
“And for the record, I completely agree with
Jungkook wished he could say he
“But you had those huge headphones on, so you probably didn’t. I announced my
Jungkook’s breath had stilled, he was now turned towards Taehyung, fully attentive.
“I was just a shy boy from Daegu that liked to sing. I
“I haven’t lived
Jungkook now felt significantly worse, hearing Taehyung’s words. Now it made sense why his performance had been so electrifying and why the audience was in tears when he’d gone up to accept his awards. Why he’d shown up
“Taehyung, you will. You’ll do all of that and more.”
He tried to comfort him. “And I don’t hate you. Like at all.”
“Mm,” Taehyung smirked. “I know, you called me /insanely/ hot remember.”
Jungkook’s face turned beet red all of a sudden
Jungkook wasn’t sure how, but he was even redder now. “You, wha—“
“I’m just messing with you. I
Was Taehyung pouting? Jungkook would be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat.
Jungkook also wasn’t sure how long he’d been admiring Taehyung’s side profile. How could anyone have such perfect bone structure?
Jungkook spun to look outside before nodding gingerly.
“Th-thank you. Again.”
Taehyung just nodded, “It was great to you meet you Jungkook. Have a good night.”
“The weather is getting much worse, would you like to stay over until it gets better?”
Taehyung let out a
“No! Please, you can’t go home like this, I won’t be able to sleep...”
Jungkook what? He was sure something had possessed him.
“Please Taehyung! I’ll give you my room to sleep in, also my roommate makes
Taehyung smiled widely now.
“How can I say no to warm pajamas?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
Jungkook’s knees were shaking. He had just invited Kim Taehyung for a sleepover and he’d accepted.
He looked around slowly, taking in the sight of superhero posters, comic books, strings of Polaroids, all kinds of camera lenses, and so
“Hey!” Jungkook ran over and snatched it back, “That’s um that’s my um, that’s my roommate’s.”
The word made Jungkook smile too. In the light of his room now, he could finally take in the sight of Taehyung. His golden
He’d luckily washed his favorite pair of pajamas. He handed them to
A few minutes later, Taehyung stepped out of the bathroom wearing the other’s woolen plaid pajamas. Even in his bare face, no longer adorned by jewelry, Jungkook couldn’t help but stare.
He made his bed ready for Taehyung.
Jungkook was sure his face was still a little pink from when he’d been blushing earlier. So he decided to change the subject.
“So why exactly did you come in to the staff elevator behind me?”
But before Taehyung could even answer Jungkook’s stomach grumbled. Loud.
Jungkook threw a pillow at him, laughing. “Shut up, us staff don’t get fed at these stupid events, unlike you guys. I haven’t eaten all day. AND I’M NOT A BULLY.”
“Okay relax, relax. Do you have ramen?”
When Jungkook emerged in another pair of comfy PJs and hair sopping wet he couldn’t believe Kim Taehyung, was standing over his
As Jungkook sat down he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the other. He hasn’t really been in a serious relationship before nor had he really considered it, but seeing Taehyung pout to himself as he searched the cabinets for a
Taehyung took a seat adjacent.
“Your roommate must be a heavy sleeper.”
Jungkook laughed, now completely comfortable in
“He is. Also this ramen is really really good. Why didn’t you take any for yourself?”
“Not sure if my elite body can handle broke college student food.”
Jungkook got up with his chopsticks and force fed Taehyung a bite.
“Ah! Loser, you burned my mouth.”
“Maybe because I thought you were cute? Didn’t I say that already?”
“And also because you looked just as bored as me and I wanted to have a normal conversation with you.”
“Like I said it’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t fangirling/boying over me.”
“Wait till you meet my roommate.”
“I’ll be gone by the morning cutie.”
“Oh so you’re a hit it and quit type of guy?”
Jungkook mulled over it. “Yeah you can have it.”
Jungkook finished up the
“Do you need me to tuck you in too Princess?”
“Oof Jungkook, don’t get me hot and bothered by these nicknames so late at night.” Taehyung winced.
“Can’t tell if you prefer being degraded or praised.” Jungkook chuckled.
“You know what? I take back what I said. I hate you with a passion.”
“You have my cooties from our hug in the elevator.” Taehyung said.
Jungkook shut off his lights and headed to the couch to sleep. A wide, goofy smile on his face.
“AH JUNGKOOK! Why did you let me get drunk last night? I’m hallucinating right now! I see Kim Taehyung in your bed in your pajamas.”
“And I’m a baby giraffe. You know how I know I’m hallucinating because he’s even holding Mr Penguiy, you’ve never even let me hold him, so it must be my eyes playing tricks on me.”
Jungkook couldn’t stop laughing.
“And now he’s talking to me, my imagination has gotten out of hand. I’m going downstairs to Yoongi hyung and Hoseok hyung’s dorm, they always make me the best hangover cure.” He quickly ran out of the room and a few minutes later they
“He’s cute.” Taehyung yawned. “Does he always wake you up by jumping on top of you?”
“Why are you jealous?”
“No, he should be jealous of me. Apparently I must be a little special If you let me sleep with Mr Penguiy.”
“Jungkook, please allow me. Seeing as my presence and status as an idol has been nothing but a nuisance in
Jungkook stared open mouthed. Why was he so considerate? “Fine, I’ll go wash your clothes.”
“Aw, you’re so cute.” Tae cooed, spinning around while tying an apron around himself, once again accentuating his small waist.
The truth was, in just the little time they’d known each other, Jungkook had begun to like Tae. His smile.
Wait, he’ll be gone soon. He ran back to the living room, where Taehyung had already layed out
As they sat next to each other digging in, a million thoughts ran through Jungkook’s head. He didn’t want this to be the first and last time he hung out with Taehyung.
Taehyung finished chewing, thinking the question over. “I honestly haven’t thought of that. I don’t really have any friends here, so I guess I’ll just be by myself” He pouted.
He’s doing it on purpose, Jungkook thought.
“Well we have winter break off of college coming up in a few days, you’re more than welcome to stay with me and Jiminie until then and then we can hang out together?”
“Ah! Really?” Taehyung exclaimed.
“We’ll see,” Jungkook smiled. He already did. More than he even realized.
That’s when two things happened, simultaneously. One, Jungkook felt Taehyung scoot closer and wrap
“For the millionth time, Jimin we are NOT in a simulation and you’re NOT hungover. I swear if you guys are pranking—“ both boys stood frozen in the door frame taking in the sight of Taehyung, the Kim Taehyung, dressed in Jungkook’s pajamas, wearing the kitchen
“See! I told you I wasn’t lying.” Jimin shouted. “How did Jungkook find an actor to look just like Taehyung?”
A flustered Jungkook and Taehyung quickly stood up.
“Jeon Jungkook, care to explain what’s going on?” Yoongi said.
The four unsure how to proceed.
“S-so, you’re telling me /the/ Taehyung is sitting next to me,” Jimin kept saying.
He liked the friendly banter, the teasing, he liked seeing the side
Jungkook cleared his throat, Yoongi coughed.
“I guess I should head home now.”
Taehyung stated, prompting a loud “No!” from all three of them.
“The roads are still bad, it snowed a lot last night.”
“I want to ask you so many things!” Jimin
“How about we go sledding?” Yoongi suggested. So that’s how the four found themselves bundled up, with Taehyung fitting perfectly into Jungkook’s winter clothes.
Taehyung enjoyed every single moment of it. So this is the life and these are the types of friends he’d
Since they didn’t own actual sleds, the boys got creative, Jimin and Yoongi got onto an upturned cardboard box, which worked fine
Taehyung stared at Jungkook as the other argued with Jimin and Yoongi about who’d won the last
That’s when Taehyung felt something hit him. He looked up, the three boys had thrown a snowball.
Since this was Taehyung’s first time playing, his weak fort got destroyed almost immediately so he decided to help by defending Jungkook’s.
“No!” Taehyung screamed, launching himself in the direction of the fort, slipping on the ice in the process. The other three approached a laughing Taehyung on the ground.
“Yeah I’m fine, I twist my ankle all the time.”
“No! We hurt /the/ Taehyung.” Jimin wailed.
Taehyung kept laughing, “Guys it happens all the time during my choreo, I’m used to it, I just need to keep it elevated & warm.”
“I could have walked you know, just needed support.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook scoffed, “Who asked you to get your ankle
Jimin and Yoongi hung back giving each other knowing looks. They hadn’t known Taehyung personally, but they did know Jungkook and this was a new side to him. It was pleasantly surprising.
Jungkook spun around, still holding Taehyung. The quick motion caused Taehyung to raise his arms and hook them around Jungkook’s neck for stability, sending
“N-no! I’m gonna go take care of Taehyung’s injury. We’ll see how he feels later.”
“Why are you stuttering Jungkookie?” Jimin didn’t miss the chance.
“And why is your face so red?” Yoongi added, smirking now.
He looked down at the idol who’s strands of blonde hair peeked out from under his hat, his eyes gone wide and mouth
“Woah, I didn’t know you were so strong, I would have messed with you less.” Taehyung said.
Jungkook smiled, “Tae, you did not have to do that, seriously. Now take off your over clothes and I’ll go bring the heating pad and pillows for your foot.”
Taehyung just nodded.
Jungkook returned with the materials to find Taehyung hadn’t moved.
As expected the other turned a bright hue of pink, not only at the nickname but at the prospect of having to undress the most attractive man he’d ever seen.
He got to work slowly. Meticulously
“Oh you’re wearing the pajamas underneath.” He said out loud, not meaning to.
“Yeah? Why do you sound disappointed?” Tae bit his lips to stop his smile.
“See I knew I was irresistible! Even to you.”
But as he approached Taehyung’s head to remove the hat, he felt the other’s slender fingers wrap around his wrists, snapping him forward so he
“You AND I both know that’s not true. The truth is you find me just as hot as I find you, but you’re too stuck up to
Taehyung’s laughing brought him back to reality and he got up to wrap the heating pad around the other’s ankle.
“I love messing with you. You turn into an embarrassed
Jungkook pinched Taehyung’s leg, getting the other to quickly stop laughing and wince in pain.
“I can’t believe I agreed to be friends with you Kim. I can’t stand you. At all.”
“And I can’t stand. At all. So if you could please
“You’re so corny.” Jungkook smiled, as he sat by his feet & took them gently. He’d never been this whipped for anyone.
Taehyung had played him so many times now, purposely making him flustered, but Jungkook was enjoying every minute of it.
Taehyung had fallen asleep now after Jungkook had fed him warm soup and medicine. When he stepped back out into the living room, he saw Jimin sitting on the couch, waiting for him.
“Dude what the heck is going on? I’ve been your friend for years, and
When he put it that way, it did sound a bit strange. Jungkook sat down next to him, taking a deep sigh.
“Honestly Jimin. I have no idea why I did what I did. I think originally it was because I felt guilty for cussing him out in the elevator
Jimin threw a couch cushion at him, “You dumbo, you cussed him out!! In FRONT of him!”
“I know, I know. Anyways, since then he’s literally only proved by belief about idols wrong. He’s really different from what I thought and”
“Ha! I told you! No one can resist him.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Jungkook was back to his annoyed self, “It’s not like I’m confessing my undying love for him.”
Jungkook’s jaw hardened, “Jimin. He’s an idol, at the end of the day. And pigs will fly before I ever even think about dating an idol.”
Jungkook started, “Yeah well as I’m sure you’re already aware as a fan, he’s on hiatus so I’m treating him like a
“We both know you’re lying to yourself, Jungkook. It won’t be long before you realize it, and when you do I don’t want you to run away from it just because Taehyung is an idol. This could be a really good thing
Jungkook looked down at his lap. Jimin was right, Jungkook was stubborn.
“I need time. We’ve only just met, plus who even
Jimin went over to hug his friend, “Of course you can Jungkookie. I want you to be happy and you just look really happy with him. That’s all.”
Jungkook smiled up at his friend, “So do you want to watch
“Tae, huh? Already at the nickname level?”
He laughed watching Jungkook’s shy smile.
“No I’m going to leave you two alone, plus I’m an awkward blubbering mess around him anyway, Yoongi hyung and I might go out later tonight.”
He turned to leave, leaving Jungkook smiling.
One he had suppressed in the corners of his mind.
“Jungkook?” Taehyung’s voice called out, bring him out of his headspace.
“Coming!” Jungkook said back, as he headed into the room. Jimin was right, he was going to give them a chance.
Jungkook and Taehyung had spent a lazy afternoon snuggled in the blankets reading comic books and watching anime’s. Jungkook was pleasantly surprised to realize Taehyung was just as invested in the storylines and the characters as he was and cried with him at the sad endings.
“So you can keep reading, I’m going to start editing the footage I got yesterday and preparing it for submission.”
“Can I please watch it with you?”
And again how could Jungkook possibly say no. So he slid
As the footage started, both men noticed very quickly that Jungkook had filmed Taehyung the most, even when others idol groups had
Taehyung tried not to smile. Jungkook meanwhile was panicking, he hadn’t realized how his own fascination upon
“Wow, I look really good. Don’t I?” Taehyung said, Jungkook feeling each word fall against his ear since they were so close.
That’s when the camera shook, the footage becoming blurry and unfocused and Jungkook facepalmed himself.
“Nothing special? It seems to me like you just panicked there? You sure it had nothing to do with me? Purposely making eye contact with you?”
“I’m sorry Jungkook, did I cross a line?”
“No, not all, Taehyung. It’s not you. I’m just mad at myself. This footage was supposed to be
Taehyung noticed the look of disappointment in Jungkook’s eyes. The tough, crass image the other often portrayed replaced
“Hey, you’re not a bad videographer at all. You were just uncomfortable in that environment and it’s hard to do your best when you are in a place where you don’t want to be.”
Jungkook nodded, looking away, partially to absorb the wise words of the other and
“But what am I supposed to include in my portfolio now? What do I tell my advisor?”
Taehyung reached out to rub Jungkook’s back, the action reminiscent of
“Since I feel partially responsible for distracting you—ow!” Taehyung laughed as Jungkook fake punched him. “How about I take you on a trip abroad? And you film the best footage you can there?”
“Abroad? As in a different country?”
“Yeah! Travel vlogs are really popular these days and I’m sure you’ll be able to get amazing footage. Plus we’ll have a ton of fun!”
Jungkook nodded, “You’d really take me?”
His eyes shone with eagerness.
Jungkook grinned and surprised both himself and Taehyung by hugging him. “Thank you! I’m so excited.”
Woah, Taehyung had not expected that, but he liked it.
“Let me go home, make the plans, and pack and I’ll come get you for the flight next weekend?”
“Perfect! I’ll be done by classes by then too. Do I have to do anything?”
“No you big baby. Just pack a suitcase of clothes and be ready Saturday morning. I’ll take care of everything. You can invite Jimin and Yoongi too if you want, if they’re not busy—“
“No I’m sure they are.”
Jungkook grabbed a pillow and hit Tae with it.
“You’re the one that suggested it, loser.”
“Ahh! Okay okay, you’re right. I couldn’t watch you sulk anymore. I hope you’re feeling better.”
“Much better, thank you! I better start preparing my equipment, oh maybe I’ll buy a new lens too.”
Taehyung nodded, reciprocating the smile. He looked forward to it too. Plus there’s nothing he liked more than being the reason behind that bright smile.
Jimin sat arms crossed, eyes squinted on Jungkook’s bed, watching the other pack haphazardly, throwing his clothes into his duffel bag.
“Min, you’ve been glaring at me for atleast an hour now, say something?”
“As I watch you trying to decide between your gray & black sweats
“First of all, the what life? Second, stop saying all expense paid it makes me sound like a sugar baby, he offered it and I agreed, and I’m not trying to impress him, I just don’t wanna look poor in front
Jimin shook his head and dragged Jungkook out of the room by his wrist, throwing his snow boots and wallet at him.
“I’m taking you shopping. If you’re living a fan fiction, might as well do it right I guess. We’re going to make you look so good, Taehyung won’t be able
Jungkook stopped in his tracks. He wasn’t angry at the thought. It was something that had crossed his mind more times than he’d liked to admit.
“Shut up Min.”
“Answer the question!”
Jungkook shook his head, there was no point.
“Don’t empty out my wallet please.”
“No promises. Plus the kiss will be worth every penny.”
Jungkook tugged nervously at the bottom of shirt. For the day of the flight Jimin had picked out a peach colored button up and black skinny jeans and Jungkook had even let him gel his hair.
He looked good. Really good. Or so he thought until Taehyung rolled up to pick him up.
Jungkook had gotten used to Taehyung’s flirty jokes, so he just nodded and replied, “Not too bad yourself.”
“What? Like actually?”
“Yessir. I booked us one of those private resorts that sits on top of the water, you get to land via boardwalk. The waters will be crystal clear & the weather’s supposed to be beautiful, you’ll get some great shots.
“So is there maybe a reason why they’re a heart of rose petals on the bed, and a congratulatory wine and chocolate for us?” Jungkook smirked.
Taehyung looked embarassed, “I’m sorry. There was a discount for couples who
Jungkook just fell back on the bed, marveling at how soft and bouncy it was.
Taehyung threw off
“Wouldn’t it be nice to be like this everyday?” Taehyung almost whispered.
“Without care, without someone dictating every
Jungkook propped himself on his elbow as he turned to look at Taehyung, who was still lying down, eyes now closed.
He studied the long eyelashes, the perfect nose, the arch of his eyebrows
Taehyung’s eyes flew open, “Are you staring at me Jungkook?”
Jungkook looked away
Taehyung playfully inched closer, bringing his mouth dangerously close to Jungkook’s cheek, so much so that as he spoke his lips lightly brushed his skin.
“Baby, if you want something from me just let me know. It’s my job to make sure
With a spout of confidence that seemed to spring from nowhere, Jungkook shoved Taehyung away, this time climbing on to his lap, straddling his chest.
“Trust me Kim, when I want something from you, you’ll know. Because I won’t ask for it.”
“Okay, sorry. I went a bit far just now. Just stop me when I do. Now let’s get some rest, we have tourism to do tomorrow.”
Jungkook sat dazed. A bit too far?
And how was he supposed to sleep with a thumping heart.
The next morning they awoke to the sound of knocking on their door, scrambling off their respective sides of the huge king bed.
“Hi! I’m a staff of the resort here to tell you about the benefits of the honeymoon package.”
Taehyung shot an apologetic look towards Jungkook.
“If you have any questions, do not hesitate to call the front desk, and enjoy your stay! Congrats!”
Jungkook scoffed, “Are you kidding? We get all those privileges? I’d literally kiss you for a full body massage if I
Taehyung looked down, smiling to himself. He wondered if Jungkook was just joking.
“Alright, lets go around the island, you get the videos you need, we’ll come back and get that free “date night” dinner. And then tomorrow morning we’ll
“Sounds good to me.” Jungkook said, he ignored how his breathing quickened as the words date and couples left Taehyung’s mouth.
They had two days of this trip, and he was
He grabbed his camera bag & turned to Taehyung, “Let’s get filming!”
And so their day was spent walking on warm sandy beaches, resting under large green palm leaves, and swimming through the bluest waters.
Jungkook got more than sufficient footage, of the beautiful landscape, the wild life, the art and the beauty. As they finished off by
Throughout the day, Jungkook had been filming Taehyung in moments when he looked happiest.
As they headed back to the resort, stomachs grumbling Jungkook
Taehyung giggled, “Of course cutie, guess we gotta dress the part too.”
They headed off in opposite directions to change. In reality, neither had been on a date so they were
He turned around
A multitude of rings adorned his fingers & a single dangling earring
“Gorgeous.” He whispered watching Taehyung’s cheeks color lightly at the compliment.
“Am I going deaf or did Mr Jeon i-hate-all-idols Jungkook
Jungkook walked toward him and hooked their arms together, feeling butterflies, were they called, fluttering in his stomach.
“Well, tonight you’re my date and a real gentleman always flatters his date.”
Taehyung nodded, “Hmm, maybe if you
They sat across from each other at a booth that had an all glass window overlooking the ocean below. The lights were dim and Taehyung and Jungkook awkwardly smiled at each other past the little candles between them.
With the excessive giggling, eyelash batting, and subtle touches Taehyung became irritated.
“Excuse me miss,” he hissed, “My /husband/ and I are quite hungry since we’ve had a long exhausting day, would you please hurry with the order?”
The waitress straighted up and nodded with a curt smile. Jungkook noted the
Was he /jealous/? Jungkook loved the idea of it.
“Sweetheart, could you also get us a bottle of your best champagne?”
“Of course, cutie.”
That was it, Taehyung got up, angry, hands balled into
“No one calls my husband a cutie but me.”
The girl just threw her head back, “Oh please. You guys aren’t married, where are your wedding rings?”
As much as Jungkook was enjoying watching Taehyung defend him, he didn’t want to create a scene so he calmly pulled Taehyung
“How dare you accuse my husband and I of not being married on our own honeymoon? I was just trying to be nice but it seems your manager should know how her staff shamelessly flirt with
The girl seemed to get the message as she finished hitting down their order and ran back to the kitchen. Taehyung got off Jungkook’s lap and sat back in his seat with a huff.
“Hey...you okay?” Jungkook asked.
The truth was, Taehyung wasn’t sure why he’d reacted
“I-I guess that’s how anyone on a real date would have gotten mad.”
Jungkook smiled at the other fondly, “Were you jealous Taehyungie?”
“Yeah. If you were my real husband, I would have knocked that girl out. Why’d you call her sweetheart by the way?”
Jungkook chuckled, “If you were my real husband, Kim Taehyung, and we were on a real date I
Taehyung’s mouth opened in shock and Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized the words he’d just said.
And for the second time since meeting him, Taehyung wanted to just reach over grab him
“You never did tell me, why you hate idols so much? And whether I changed your mind about them?”
Taehyung hoped the
“Tae, maybe one day I’ll be able to tell you, but I can’t yet. I’m not ready, and right now you’re
Taehyung nodded, although his thoughts felt cloudier than ever. He was sure Jungkook had grown to like him, even a little, over the time they’d spent together, so his heart couldn’t help but break a little at the
He shuddered at the thought, deciding to ignore the idea for now.
In another life, Taehyung thought, their date would have ended differently. They’d probably be swinging gently in each other’s arms, swaying to music that only they could hear.
“Well. I wasn’t exactly born with a silver spoon, so I know how life is like for the less
Jungkook stopped walking turning to look at Taehyung under the light of the bright moon above them. A look of admiration flickered in his eyes.
Jungkook gulped, it scared him how much he had grown to like Taehyung. And with the answer he’d just gotten, he was now more sure than ever, that
“C-can I kiss you?”
Taehyung stepped closer, bringing the other close by wrapping his arms around his neck.
“Last night you said if you’d
And Jungkook did, he took his time with the kiss, felt every inch of Taehyung’s lips, enjoyed the sweet taste of his mouth, palms lingering on his waist, then his hips.
Taehyung broke away first and Jungkook
“Taehyung?” He whispered out.
“I’m sorry Jungkook. I just want to know how you feel about me before we continue, because I really like you. No, that’s not true. I think I love you, & if you don’t feel the same about me, if you still hate
Jungkook’s hands dropped at the sudden confession. He had gotten so swept away in the moment
“I-I’m sorry Taehyung. I’m not sure, right now.”
And so the two got into bed that night, silent and hurting and fell asleep without another word.
The next morning Taehyung woke up to the sight of Jungkook inches away on his own pillow, still fast asleep. He watched the early sunshine fall across the soft contours of his face. And as recollections of last night came forward, he felt nothing but deep regret.
So when Jungkook woke up, scrambling to sit up, and say something, Taehyung said it first,
“Taehyung, I’m so sorry for hurting you, I want to
“Hey. Shh. We don’t have to talk about this or what happened last night. Let’s pretend it was just a dream and take all the time you
“Remember you said you’d kiss me for a body massage. Well you did, so now let’s not be late, even peasants deserve pampering.”
Jungkook laughed, grateful that Tae had chosen to lighten the mood with old jokes. Although now they were laced with pain.
“Jungkook are you okay?” Taehyung asked with a look of concern.
And Jungkook was not, in fact, okay.
Coming to the massage and now the sauna together was not a good idea because Jungkook couldn’t tear his eyes away from Taehyung’s long golden legs, which were covered with
/Get it together, Jungkook/ he scolded himself. But he did have to commend his self restraint
But not in this case, in this case his own sense of respect and care towards Taehyung, who he still had relatively only met recently, surprised him immensely.
Taehyung nodded in understanding. If only that was possible.
A few weeks had passed since Jungkook and Taehyung had returned from their trip. Jungkook had busied
Except for the fact that both men couldn’t get each other out of their minds.
So one Saturday, Jimin could no longer bear to see a moping Jungkook sulking around their dorm.
“Listen. Life’s too short to purposely hurt yourself.”
“No, you’re too short.”
“Stop insulting me as a way of deflecting. Talk to me I promise I’ll help. I’ve put up with your annoying self for years.”
Jungkook signed, it was true
“So you’re telling me you got to kiss /the/ Kim Taehyung?”
“That’s all you got out of all of this?” Jungkook shook his head.
“What level of dumb are you to reject HIM?”
“Jungkook, but you very well know, he’s nothing like /him/, he could never be. And at some point you need to forgive him and move on, especially now that nothing can
So Jungkook did. He prepared a basket of gifts.
And when Taehyung opened the door to a nervous looking Jungkook the next day, holding a basket as large as him, he
Jungkook gulped at the word.
“T-Tae, I missed y-you.”
They stood in the doorway, hugging before Taehyung pulled Jungkook inside, showing him his very average looking house and leading him to his sofa.
“Tae. I want to talk to you. There’s something I need to tell you.”
Taehyung swung around, his bright smile fading into a serious expression as he watched Jungkook pull a torn photograph out of his wallet.
“Do you know him?”
He nodded at Jungkook.
“He’s my father. Well, was my father.”
Taehyung looked at Jungkook, half expecting him to crack a smile and proclaim he was joking, but there was no such thing. The other simply sat cross legged on the floor, leaning his head back against the sofa, as Taehyung stood frozen, listening.
“My mom and he were childhood
Then he decided to audition for a boy group, and because singing was his passion and both could use the
It hadn’t been planned but they were still very happy.
My mom was no longer allowed to bring me to meet him in the studio, because if paparazzi caught a glimpse of us, it’d ruin his
And then one day my mom came home, with a bruise on her eye, like she had been hit, and I didn’t need to know who it was from, because I already knew it was the person she’d sacrificed her life for.
So we both broke off all contact with him, I returned to my life, empty and saddened, and a few years later when we heard of the crash, neither of us shed a tear.”
“So that’s how I grew up resenting idols because he
But then I realized you’re nothing like him at all. You’re caring, you’re humble, you’re the greatest
Taehyung was the one crying now, “Baby, Jungkookie. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, he didn’t
Jungkook leaned over and hugged Taehyung, so tightly he wasn’t even sure how they were breathing, but they both had serene smiles on their faces.
“I love you, so much, Taehyung. Sorry it
Jimin cleared his throat then coughed loudly until Taehyung and Jungkook finally untangled themselves and caught their breaths.
“Literally never thought I’d say this but, you guys are gross.”
The duo laughed and looked at each other. In casual baggy hoodies and messy hair,
“Sorry Jimin.” Taehyung meekly replied. “We didn’t see you come in.”
Jimin placed a hand over his heart, “It’s okay, king, I was talking to
Jungkook glared at his roommate, “Is there a reason you interrupted?”
“Yes. Since as of today it’s officially been a year since you two are together, I want my credit. I pushed you to go to the award show, I helped you shop, I pushed you out
“Jimin literally what are you talking about? Taehyung practically lives with us. You still need an autograph?”
“That also doesn’t
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “Wait...”
Jimin nodded, blushing a little.
“In conclusion, I’m mad.”
Taehyung got up to
Jimin looked like he was just about to faint. Jungkook took this as his cue to
“Put me down, peasant!” Taehyung laughed. Even though they both knew how much he enjoyed being carried by Jungkook.
Jungkook placed Taehyung on his bed, getting in with him and
Taehyung flicked his chin, “It would have been longer if you weren’t so emotionally constipated.”
Jungkook laughed, brushing their noses together. “I think we’ve made up for that. Remember the night we met in the car you told
“Call each other goofy nicknames, raise a family together, yes I do.” Taehyung finished, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck.
“I can’t wait for all of that. I know we’re still young, but still.”
Taehyung leaned over to kiss
“A private performance of the song I sang the night of the awards since you weren’t blessed by my angelic voice.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes but this was true.
Jungkook’s eyes widened, then he smirked.
“Mr Penguiy is too innocent to witness that.”
Taehyung climbed on top of Jungkook, “I was thinking about what Jimin said. He’s right we should
Jungkook grabbed Tae’s neck and brought him down for another kiss.
“That sounds good to me, princess.”
“I love you Kookie.”
“I love you more, Tae.”