Taehyung sits at his desk, his fingers hovering over his keyboard.
But he isn't working.
Not really.
His mind keeps drifting.
Back to last night.
Back to Jungkook's hand in his.
It had been warm. Steady. Natural.
And the strangest part?
Taehyung hadn't minded.
He had thought he would.
That it would feel... unnatural. Forced.
But it hadn't.
And now he doesn't know what to do with that.
A knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts.
"Come in," he says, sitting up.
The door opens, and Jungkook steps inside, a takeout bag in hand.
"Brought food," Jungkook announces, grinning.
Taehyung raises a brow. "Did I ask for food?"
Jungkook scoffs, dropping the bag onto the desk. "Hyung, if I waited for you to ask, you'd starve."
Taehyung exhales. "I was working."
Jungkook plops into the chair across from him. "No, you were brooding."
Taehyung frowns. "I don't brood."
Jungkook smirks. "Hyung, you invented brooding."
Taehyung sighs, opening the takeout bag. "What did you bring?"
Jungkook leans forward. "Your favorite. kimchi jjigae, less spicy."
Taehyung glances at him.
Jungkook winks. "I pay attention."
Taehyung shakes his head but starts eating anyway.
For a few moments, they eat in silence.
Then Jungkook says, "So. Last night was nice."
Taehyung nods. "It was."
Jungkook watches him. "And?"
Taehyung sets his spoon down. "And what?"
Jungkook sighs. "Hyung, I need more than one-word answers."
Taehyung leans back. "It was... interesting."
Jungkook raises a brow. "Interesting?"
Taehyung exhales. "I didn't expect to... not dislike it."
Jungkook stares at him. "Hyung. That is the worst way to say you had a good time."
Taehyung shrugs. "It's the truth."
Jungkook shakes his head, laughing. "God, you're impossible."
Taehyung tilts his head. "And yet, you're still here."
Jungkook stops.
Because Taehyung is right.
He's still here.
And he doesn't plan on leaving.
Jungkook exhales. "Yeah. I am."
Taehyung looks at him for a long moment.
And though he doesn't say anything there's something in his eyes.
Something unreadable.
Something Jungkook wants to understand.
.
.
.
.
They're sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background.
But Jungkook isn't watching.
He's watching Taehyung.
Taehyung, who is staring at the screen with that same unreadable expression.
Jungkook shifts closer. "Hyung."
Taehyung hums, not looking away.
Jungkook hesitates. "Do you...." He swallows. "Do you feel anything different? About us?"
Taehyung finally turns to him.
His brows furrow slightly, as if he's genuinely considering the question.
Then, after a long pause, he says...
"I don't know."
Jungkook's heart sinks.
But before he can pull away
Taehyung adds, "But I want to know."
Jungkook stills.
Because that... That is new.
Taehyung has never wanted to understand emotions before.
And now, he does.
Jungkook exhales.
Then, carefully, he reaches out and takes Taehyung's hand in his.
Taehyung doesn't flinch.
Doesn't pull away.
Instead, he looks down at their hands.
And after a moment
He tightens his grip.
Jungkook's heart stutters.
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