Usually, Jungkook awoke from the harsh, blinding, and almost unwelcoming brightness of the morning sun, blinds and door open as the smell of food entered his room. Don't get him wrong, he liked the scent. But what he didn't like was that the door was open and the light of the outside world let itself in.

You have Jin to thank for all that.

Imagine waking up in your room smelling like food, your door wide open along with your blinds, along with some 80's rock music playing in the living room.

Yeah. Not really a scenario most people would envy Jungkook for.

But this time was different. He was tucked into his bed all snug, his air conditioner on full blast, the blinds actually closed for once, and his clothes...not the ones he wore yesterday.

Holy guacamole, I forgot about last night!

He sits up immediately, wracking his brains as to why he was all cuddled up in a bundle of blankets in his room, being awoken very comfortably and normally for once, when the last thing he remembered from last night was tripping on his goddamn shoe lace and blacking out. And most probably faceplanting onto the stone.

But if he fell, why are there no bruises or evidence? Why is his face not sore from the plunge?

Maybe it was just a dream.

He sighs in relief, swinging his legs over his bed, getting ready to start his day, making sure to begin with good vibes, on contrast to how it ended last night. Or, how it ended in his dream.

He checks his clothes.

A white t-shirt and grey jogging pants. Yeah. These are his. He smiles even wider to himself, heaving an even heavier sigh of relief.

But he chokes on air as his eyes land on a particular piece of clothing on his clothing rack.

A maroon hoodie.

He walks over to it, holding the fabric in his fingers as he begged the gods that it didn't belong to who he thought it belonged to.

But as he sniffs the familiar manly yet soft cologne of someone he knew all to well, his knees go shaky. His breath hitches, and his fingers freeze. It's like time stopped.

It's not a dream. He mouths to himself in disbelief? Horror? Shock? Mayhaps a combination of all three? He didn't even know. Thoughts were running through his head, irrational ones, senseless ones, useless ones, but the one thing that tugged on his leftover two brain cells that seemed to be frying as I sit here in my bathroom taking a shit, was Taehyung.

Oh my god.

I hurt Taehyung.

He feels tears brimming in his eyes, tears of hurt, tears of confusion. Taehyung confessed, didn't he? So why was it like he was rejecting Jungkook?

Pushing away all his feelings, he put on the hoodie, immediately bringing his hands that were engulfed in sweater paws to his nose, inhaling the scent he loved so much.

I need my Taehyungie.

He rushed out his room, slipping on a pair of Vans instead, as he quickly closes the door behind him and runs out.

He's met with the smell of bacon and chocolate chip pancakes, his favorite.

"Jungkookie! Goodmorning! I made you breakfast-"

"I'm sorry hyung, but I need to find Taehyung!" he says quickly, taking his phone into his pocket. Jin sighs.

"He left fifteen minutes ago, Kook. He watched over you the entire night, said that you blacked out after nearly faceplanting into the sidewalk. What happened?"

Jungkook shakes his brown haired head. "No time, hyung! Did he use his car?"

Jin shakes his head as well. "No. Yoongi and Jimin came by and said they needed to borrow it since they were going shopping for some home decorations. But that's not my poin-"

"Bye!" the maknae quickly says, dashing out the apartment as fast as he could. Jin grunts in disapproval, making sure to remind himself to double check later on what happened to the brown haired boy.

Meanwhile, the latter furrows his eyebrows, looking around, looking for the certain grey haired boy he never noticed had fallen head over heels in him.

His heart thumping against his ribcage, he rushes towards the route to Taehyung's apartment. It was only a ten minute walk, but a five minute run in Jungkook's case. Thank god for all the times Jimin forced him to go to gym with him.

He ran and ran, legs never stopping and heart never slowing down. His breath got shorter, quicker, to match his pace. The people and the town seemed to flash by in his eyes, as he ran all the way to the place he left last night.

He left something undone and he had to finish it.

Sighing in relief when he sees the apartment building as he turns a corner, he slows down to a consistent jog, eventually becoming a slow, tired walk.

He walks into the building, tired form just a tiny bit sweaty as he takes deep breaths. He also stops by a water dispenser in the building with paper cups beside it to refresh his thirst.

Biting his lip in anxiety, he steps into the elevator, heart in his hand. Now that he thought about it, he didn't fix something to say. What was he going to tell Taehyung? How was he going to say it? Was it going to sound natural? Or was it going to sound forced? Was it going to make Taehyung forgive him? Or was it going to make him mad and slam the door on his face?

Suddenly, he feels tears slip out his eyes as he reached the third floor, trying to hold back his emotions. Nothing was working.

Quietly sobbing, he knocks on Taehyung's door, just praying for the best to happen.

He gulps as the rich mahogany moves inward, and his eyes meet a certain grey haired male's own. He chokes on a sob.

"T-Taehyungie..."

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"T-Taehyungie..."

The latter was surprised to see the younger boy, but he didn't let that distract him from the way he spoke.

He sounded so fragile, like a delicate porcelain china doll that would split into pieces at the slightest touch. He looked soft, features striking the older male with such impression that he could stare at him for ages.

And he didn't turn a blind eye on his maroon sweater that he rid Jungkook of the previous night, because he thought the younger wouldn't want it on him after what happened.

"K-Koo...what are you doing here? Did Jin bring you? D-Did-..."

He goes silent as the boy gently pushes him back, closing the door behind them.

Before he could say anything, he feels a soft pair of lips on his own, softly asking, softly begging for him to respond. His eyes went wide, and he place his hands on his waist, pulling away.

"Jungkook...what...what are you doing?" he whispers, orbs staring at the younger's own, watching the galaxies swirl around them like fishes.

"Showing you h-how much you mean to me, Taehyungie."

The latter's eyes widen, but when Jungkook attaches their lips together again, he responds. He responds to the soft movement, the kiss not being sensual, but passionate. Their eyes were shut closed as if they didn't want to face the harsh reality that would hit them like a meteor.

Taehyung's arms were wrapped securely around the younger's petite waist, and Jungkook's hands on his neck, gently rubbing it as he kissed the older male deeper.

As they pulled away from the kiss, noses touching and breaths mingling, they meet eachother's gazes.

"Koo...what was that for?" Taehyung pants, out of breath.

"F-For...last night." he gulps, looking down shyly. "I'm s-sorry for m-my irrationality, Taehyungie. I-I was scared. M-maybe because I've n-never h-had a g-genuine relationship b-before."

Tears brim at his eyes, some cascading down his pink cheeks as soft sobs leave his pouty lips.

"I-I...I was s-so afraid t-to love and b-be loved. B-Because I've always had a one s-sided relationship so I t-thought y-you didn't l-love me for w-who I a-am and-"

His words are suddenly cut off when Taehyung grabs his neck softly as he attaches their lips again.

The older puts so much emotion into the intimate moment. His lips move so desperately against Jungkook's, that it squeezes tears put of the younger.

"My baby Koo." he cooes, wiping away the liquid, caressing his cheek with his hand. "I've loved you for so long, and I'm so happy I finally get to show you all my feelings. If you'd give me a chance, I will treat you like a prince, a puppy, a cute adorable little person who deserves everything in this world."

The two giggle, wrapped in eachother's arms as they show each other just how much affection they feel.

"Sooo...does this mean we're boyfriends now?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Nah. We aren't. We just said all that because we were pretending. Of course we are! What else?"

The two erupt into laughter, their smiles making the other's heart beat faster in his chest. When the mirth dies down, the younger nudges their noses against eachother as his arms gently squeeze around his neck.

"My Taehyungie." he says softly, staring into his brown eyes. The older smiles fondly, placing a soft peck on his lips.

"My Jungkookie." he says back.

And no matter what their past was, what hell they've gone through, the terrible people they met they'd never have it any other way.