on a gloomy sunday afternoon, taehyung was startled awake by the loud shrill of the doorbell.

he struggled to get up from the bed and ended up limping to the entrance of his dorm room, throwing the door open roughly but consequently grunting when he realized he exerted too much force with his arm.

"good morning," a chirpy voice says, causing taehyung to lift his head up from his bruised wrist.

"jungkook?" the lavender-haired male cocked his head to the side, half-bewildered and half-confused at jungkook's early presence on his doorstep.

"how are you feeling?" jungkook asked.

"i'm getting better, i guess," taehyung mumbled. "nevermind that, why are you here?" he added, using the doorframe to support his weight due to his left leg still being in the process of healing.

"ah, well, i wanted to c-check up on you?" jungkook answered in more of a questioning manner whilst rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. he further indicated his point by raising the large grocery bag in his hand which contained a variety of food.

"hold on," taehyung paused, noticing how messed up jungkook's hair was as the younger began to shrink under taehyung's hard gaze. "why do you look like you just went through a war?"

"well," jungkook slowly trailed off.

("damn you, jackson! this is for hurting taehyung!" jungkook shouted in fury, punching the air right out of jackson's lungs. "do you enjoy hurting the ones weaker than you? you lowlife bastard, i should've never became friends with you!" he continued, watching jackson clutch his stomach in pain on the ground.)

"it's a long story," jungkook simply said, his response not quite satisfying taehyung. "anyways, are you going to let me in or..."

taehyung ran a hand down his face and sighed. it's not like i can tell him to leave, can i?

"whatever, come in," taehyung muttered, opening the door wider for the younger to enter.

jungkook grinned and gladly entered, shaking off his shoes and placing the heavy bag onto the kitchen table.

"your place is neat," jungkook commented, glancing at the cozy interior in awe.

"thanks," taehyung murmured, heading over to help jungkook take the groceries out of the bag. his eyes widened in panic when he spotted a variety of canned soup and a few boxes of sushi, along with other different kinds of snacks. "oh shit, how much was all of this? i'll pay you back."

jungkook laughed seeing the elder's alarmed state. "it's fine, tae. you don't need to pay anything back to me. it was my own decision to buy these and come up to your place, so don't worry about it."

"but— "

"just let me take care of you for today, yeah? think of it as my way of apologizing for letting jackson, y-y'know," jungkook states.

"but you already apologized— "

jungkook cuts him off once again and shook his head. "no, just saying one word isn't enough to atone for what he did to you, tae. you deserve better."

taehyung blushed at the younger's sincere words and decided to give up on his protest and let jungkook do what he wanted. "fine," he grumbled with a pout.

jungkook's heart fluttered at the sight of taehyung's pink cheeks and adorable pout. "why are you so cute?" he unconsciously spoke out, causing taehyung to redden even more.

with a rushed "i'll be in my room!", taehyung into his bedroom and closed the door behind him, collapsing against it as he felt his face burn up uncontrollably.

jungkook softly chuckled at the older male's actions and then diverted his attention to the stove and the canned soup in his hand. "let's do this," he told himself, desperate to make taehyung feel better.

a quarter of an hour later or so, taehyung was comfortably sprawled across his bed, tapping away at his phone and debating whether or not to text jimin about jungkook's presence at his house, when he heard a couple of knocks on his bedroom door.

"come in," he exclaimed, putting his phone away and sitting up carefully so that he doesn't hurt himself.

jungkook, with one hand cautiously holding a steaming bowl of soup and the other twisting open the doorknob, entered the room and kneeled next to taehyung's bed with his arm raised so that the soup was directly in front of taehyung's face.

"um—"

"soup for your highness!" jungkook dramatically announced, causing taehyung to stifle a laugh but ultimately failed and ended up bursting out in laughter at the younger's ridiculous posture.

"what are you doing, kookie?" taehyung managed to get out in between his short laughs.

you called me that again.

jungkook felt his chest tighten at the sight of taehyung laughing so genuinely, which rarely ever happened. "all jokes aside, come on," jungkook soon said whilst standing back up properly. he raised a spoonful of soup up to his lips and proceeded to blow on it before moving it towards taehyung's mouth.

taehyung shyly beamed and took the spoon into his mouth, eyes enlarging at how good it tasted. "you can cook?" he questioned after a while.

"well, kind of," jungkook replied while he was in the process of cooling down another spoonful fo soup for the violet-haired boy.

no, i actually don't cook. but i practiced how to cook just for you.

within minutes, taehyung had finished the soup and flopped back onto his bed with a happy sigh. jungkook caught the gleeful older male and places the empty bowl on the desk in the corner of taehyung's room before walking back to his bed where he saw taehyung gradually falling asleep.

"hey kookie," taehyung slurred tiredly, throwing the warm blanket over his torso.

"hm?"

"thank you," he finished and let the drowsiness overtake him.

jungkook smiled down at the sleeping figure below him and felt his heart race. what are you doing to me, kim taehyung?

quietly, he bent down until he was right in front of taehyung's lulled face and gently placed his lips against the other's forehead. "sleep tight, tae."

both of them failed to notice the screen of taehyung's phone lighting up on the table with the notification of a new text message:

unknown number

i've finally found you, taehyung.