Perplexing Simplicities

episode ㊽

"What do you think about making a mural here? Jungkook?"

Jungkook snaps his head to the wall, caught in the act of eating Taehyung alive with his eyes and yelps quietly, "What?"

Taehyung laughs nervously and nudges him, pointing at the wall. Jungkook almost jumps out of his skin.

"Jungkook are you okay? Did I do something?" Taehyung sounds genuinely concerned now and Jungkook finally finds the courage to look at him.

Standing alone and full of life in front of me, he tore me back to the man I was before: Heart flutters, light touches and whispered feelings

Jungkook flinches and glances back to the wall. "How about a mural?"

Taehyung closes his eyes and opens them again. "Kook, what's wrong?"

Jungkook shrinks away from him and forces a smile. "It's seriously nothing, just didn't get good sleep. Are we painting or?"

Taehyung nods slowly, a critical look on his face. "Yeah, okay. You can talk to me—?"

"Yep." Jungkook flashes a tight-lipped smile. "I know."

Taehyung nods and finally seems to let it go.

Together they come up with a base plan for the design and color scheme of the wall, both trying to ignore the way Jungkook keeps flinching or getting lost in Taehyung's eyes and once more Jungkook is sent to the paint store.

The entire time, he's thinking about the letter.

All the way up until he returns and sees Taehyung reading a newspaper at the counter. A newspaper that looks all too familiar.

He almost drops the paint in the middle of the street, stuck, frozen, staring until the nicest asshole of a driver pulls up and starts swearing at him to get out of the fucking road.

He stumbles through the doorway as Taehyung sits up, his eyes never leaving the paper in Tae's hands.

"What was that about?"

Jungkook's mouth falls gently open. The paper is open to that section. That fucking section that has ruined his life. Probably in a good way but he hasn't been thinking straight for like a day and a half so it's kind of hard for him to acknowledge that part.

"Can you..." Jungkook shakes himself out of his stupor scratching his head. "Can you get some... tarps? Or something?"

Taehyung nods, slides off the stool cautiously and disappears upstairs.

The minute he's out of site, Jungkook drops all the paint and snatches the paper off the counter. He skims it quickly to verify that it is what he thinks it is and it is so he practically runs outside and dumps it in the trash can behind the café before sprinting back inside.

Taehyung returns and gives him a questioning look because he's breathing much heavier than he should be.

"Jungkook?"

He looks up, mock-startled.
"Yeah?"

Taehyung frowns at him and then glances around and Jungkook's heart stops for a split second until Taehyung shakes his head. "Never mind, nothing."

Jungkook purses his lips guiltily and starts cracking open paint.

Taehyung watches him and sometimes comes up behind him pointing at a certain spot, or helping with the background scenery.

Jungkook stops to watch him every once in a while too, snippets of Taehyung's voice playing in his head.

What lay before me was nothing but love