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parkthatjiminshi home sweet home with my joonie🤩🤩

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jjungkookie I'm with you too bitch
parkthatjiminshi @jjungkookie oh were you? sorry I forgot with you hiding in your messages the whole time
jjungkookie @parkthatjiminshi IM ONE ROOM AWAY FROM YOU DONT MAKE ME COME ATTACK YOU

bookmonnie when I actually like how I look in this picture🥰
parkthatjiminshi @bookmonnie are you kidding me tAKE THAT BACK🥺🥺 you look amazing in every picture I've ever taken
jjungkookie @parkthatjiminshi *cough* mohawk *cough*
bookmonnie @jjungkookie bun I love you but I will not hesitate to kill you

yu_gyeom FINALLY drinks on me, I'm dragging you all out for food to celebrate
parkthatjiminshi @yu_gyeom FREE DRINKS?? YES SIR

jacksongwang852g7✔️ hope your travels were safe and take care :))
   parkthatjiminshi @jacksonwang852g7 yes and you got it🤩🤩

sunshinehobi✔️ good to hear!! also couple goals🥺💛
   parkthatjiminshi @sunshinehobi I will faint if you keep doing this I—

lm____ltm welcome back mickey
   chim95chim @lm____ltm mickey??
lm____ltm everyone calls him minie so why not call him mickey???

Jungkook scrolled through the comments with childish giggle tickling his throat, back hunched to match the curve of his game chair as he slumped in his seat, feet kicked up onto the large desk of his room. He was careful not to risk touching any equipment and computer setup he had, nor knock over his countless stack of filing books at the corner of the desk.

Jimin was just across the hall in his own room, unpacking and taking his sweet time with Namjoon's help— though he was sure Namjoon was helping him in other ways here and there.

Being back home made things feel normal, made it feel quieter and safer.

He was just missing Taehyung. He hadn't been able to talk to the elder since morning when they were in the car, and he'd strayed from the news for obvious reasons, although having seen the official statement BigHit released over the threats.

And over him.

It hurt him a little, seeing Taehyung confirm a platonically acquainted relationship with Jungkook. Surely the photographer wasn't crazy and Taehyung felt something, anything, more than that.

Maybe it was Jungkook who was stupid. Yes, Taehyung dealt with attraction in his face nearly every second of his day and Jungkook's attraction to him was possibly the same as others in the model's eyes.

But would someone who thought indifferently about him continuously talk to him? Take out every free moment of his day to ensure he was doing alright?

Jungkook was torn by his conflicting thoughts and shut his phone. The sun was beginning to fall, the bright midday blue dimming with filters coating the sky. Yugyeom was taking them out for drinks later in the night so Jungkook could use all the rest he could get.

Slumped further in his chair and pulling his hood over his fluffy hair, the photographer closed his eyes and mindlessly hummed, a dainty smile tickling his lips as memories of the night before washed into the black void of his mind.

Taehyung was beautiful. He had said it already but seeing a celebrity on camera was so different than in person. It was like the camera shrouded them in professionalism and cloaked the raw emotion of their eyes from the world.

He was a photographer and it made him feel almost... guilty that he ever did such a thing.

The heavy air left his nose as he opened his eyes and saw the colorful led lights around his monitors flashing like always.

Then his phone began to vibrate on the table and he was quick and snatching it up.

Upon seeing the screen, Jungkook was ripping his legs down off the desk and sprinting to the standing mirror by his door. He checked his appearance, cheeks already flushed in embarrassment before he sat on his bed instead.

Then he pressed the accept button of the video call.

Within the few moments it took to connect, he couldn't breath and then his face shot up to the corner, view being filled by the one and only model prince of South Korea.

"Hey," the deep voice made his skin burn and hand reach up to cover an ear— a strange nervous habit of his. "Is it a bad time?"

"N-No," he pursed his lips at the stutter and winced internally. So much for professionalism. "Hi, Taehyung."

"You're nervous, aww," the model teased and Jungkook rolled his eyes to cloud the deepening of color in his cheeks. He was giving tomatoes a run for their money. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?"

"No," he whispered rather quickly and Taehyung chuckled, the sigh of admiration leaving the younger's mouth at the sound. "Just... never thought I'd be video calling you."

"I get to see your handsome face," the mode said bluntly and Jungkook distracted himself by taking in the background of Taehyung's surroundings. There was a large set up of speakers and keyboards, screens and... other people in the room. "We are working on some things together. And don't worry, I'm far enough away with earbuds so they can't hear us."

"Why are you calling when you're busy?" Jungkook frowned, the soft curve on Taehyung's face making him pull the collar of his hoodie up to hide his stupid smile. "And no being sneaky with screenshots."

Taehyung pouted and Jungkook thought his heart was going to explode then and there. "But you're so pretty all flustered like that. You'd be so amazing in front of a camera." Taehyung leaned against the wall, effortlessly accentuating his neck and Jungkook shuddered. "Just wanted to talk to you since I didn't get a chance since the morning."

"Well, we got back safe, I slept for a bit, played some games, did some editing and now... talking to you." The words were rushing out of his mouth, trying to the distract the way Taehyung's compliments sounded too good to be true. "Now that you know, you should get back to work."

"Oh, don't be like that," the model chided. "This is my break, I've been doing fittings all afternoon."

Jungkook's nose scrunched in disgust and Taehyung laughed at the sight. "Fittings sound miserable. You just try on a million things and get measurements, don't you?"

"Hmm," Taehyung hummed in agreement. "Tomorrow, I think you'll love the result of it though."

"Tomorrow...? Oh, the gala!" He remembered from the statement he had read earlier. "Are you excited for that?"

"No, it's just boring socializing and painfully big smiles the whole time." Taehyung frowned. "The drinks are good, though."

"What are you wearing?" Jungkook entertained the conversation, although he was never one to choose a giant social event as his method of evening fun.

"Wouldn't be a surprise if I told you," Taehyung murmured with a grin and the photographer's brows raised. "You'll have to find out like everyone else."

"No hints?" The model shook his head and Jungkook sighed, flopping back to land his head into the cushion of his pillows, phone above him.

He saw Taehyung's eyes widen as he hid a quiet cough, gaze averting to some place off the camera— only making Jungkook frown in confusion.

"Angel," Taehyung returned his eyes to him and the name sizzled Jungkook's mind without wasting a second. "Can I be blunt?"

"Will it make me go crazy?" He mumbled, not thinking the elder had heard.

"Probably."

He slammed a hand over his mouth, much to Taehyung's amusement, the photographer turning his face to hide it in his sleeve. "Pretend I didn't say that." His voice squeaked in utter dread for what he was to say. "but then don't say what you wanted to either. I need to be in my right mind tonight."

"Why's that? You have plans?"

"Probably getting drunk later." The photographer chuckled and Taehyung scoffed at him, feigning jealousy. "A friend of ours invited us out."

"Have fun, Jungkook," Taehyung's smile was sad that time. "Just stay safe and send me lots of drunk texts."

"Taehyung!"

The burst of laughter on the other side of the screen made Jungkook freeze in surprise. He saw heads turn in the background, too, Taehyung quieting in a moment and not even realizing the impact of his action.

"What?" He asked with a large smile on his face. His lips boxing around the edges, eyes crinkled from his cheeks rising as his mood elevated into the clouds. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just... haven't seen you so happy in so long." Jungkook whispered. He was a photographer, so he kept plenty of tabs on the big shots to stay inspired. With that came a great deal of knowledge about the celebrities, like Taehyung, too. He knew fans hadn't seen the man smile, laugh— show happiness past his camera grin— in months.

Was he really the cause of seeing that again?

"You make me happy," when Taehyung didn't bother hiding the smile or fixing his appearance in hopes of returning to his known state, tears rose to Jungkook's eyes.

Being the cause of someone else's happiness was something he had always seen with his friends, between Jimin and Namjoon, when Mingyu teased Yugyeom half drunk.

And it was the most honorable thing for Jungkook to be the cause of happiness for the most broken man he had met.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" The model's smile slowly fell and Jungkook's eyes shot wide, body shooting up from its fallen position to stare down at the screen.

"No! No! Smile again!" He said in a hushed manner, as if scolding himself for making it go away.

Taehyung was cooing at his adorableness, the smile prompt and appearing again. It was like a spell of stone cold facades had broken, thanks to the younger, and he was able to smile freely again.

"Goodness," Taehyung sighed in content. "I need to bubble wrap you and get you shipped back to me. You're so cute, my heart's going to explode."

"You're making my heart explode." Jungkook complained. As if seeing Taehyung smile wasn't enough, the most sought after model was calling him cute. He slowly simmered down from the high of a racing heart. "How was your day?"

"Today? Great, now." Taehyung purposefully evaded the comment, but Jungkook sent him a look that made his smile fall. "Actually needed to talk to you about something."

"Go on."

"We had a meeting today, addressing the whole situation..." Taehyung paused, as if preparing for an impact. "I asked management to keep tabs on you. Just to make sure you don't get in harm's way and I made them promise me your face will stay unrevealed."

His mouth fell open in a mix of emotion.

Keep tabs on him? Like watch his every move?

Jungkook wasn't like Taehyung, who was used to it after years in the industry. He was used to being able to go wherever he wanted, meet anyone of his choice, even post without second guessing himself.

He'd already given that all up by deciding to be acquainted with Taehyung.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung had paled to a fearful state, voice quiet with emotions quite opposite to that of moments prior. "Say something, please."

"It's okay," he finally whispered. "Just keep my face out of the media and it's okay."

The color came back to Taehyung's face, shoulders relaxing and Jungkook was suddenly understanding how tense the elder had been.

Jungkook was new to being in the spotlight after years of hiding behind a camera, but that didn't make him naive.

And it didn't make him willing enough to let Bogum get to hid head and hurt Taehyung, the beautiful soul he could make happy.