"Its only been one month and you really invited me to your apartment for our next date?" Jungkook asked, voice filled with concern as he stepped inside the small apartment on the eleventh floor.
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"I just felt bad on cancelling our plans last minute because I had a stupid headache." He hears Taehyung sigh in frustration. "I'm fine now though. How about you get comfortable on the couch? I'll bring something to drink."
"You do know I don't really need all this hospitality right?" Jungkook laughs, noticing the nervous state of Taehyung. Maybe it was his first time having someone over after he shifted to this apartment? The place still lacked stuff.
"Yeah but I'd like to offer it anyway." The boy returns to the couch, making Jungkook smile as he accepts the offered drink.
"But in any case, I think the mask was still not required."
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"I think it was."
"Headaches aren't contagious, Taehyung."
"Oh, right." The male pulled off the mask at last, his back leaning against the kitchen counter. "I'm sorry. This whole inviting a new guy at the new apartment thing really made me paranoid since last night."
"Hey," Jungkook spoke as he stood up. He walked towards Taehyung and held his arm gently. "Let's just relax, alright? I want to get to know what you do in your free time at home. You don't need to go all out of the way to make me comfortable." He said, pulling the male to the couch as the two sit on it.
From there, the two were quick to get engaged in a long conversation. Midway, Jungkook asks Taehyung about his drawing which further ends with the two sprawled out on the carpet with various sheets and shading/coloring equipment scattered around the floor.
"You really get lost when you're drawing?"
"Do I?" Taehyung asked, too lost in his drawing to even notice Jungkook's stare on him.
"Have you liked it since the beginning?"
"I did, yeah." Taehyung nodded. "But midway, it got bad around, I suppose ninth grade. We had this art competition and there were so many better artists there, I ended up taking it as a competition. So I went on an art hiatus for many years."
"Wow. Don't mind me but that was the worst thing to do."
"Of course. I agree-" Suddenly, his voice dabbled when he looked aside, noticing how intensely Jungkook listened to his story. As if it were a test, and he had to answer some comprehension questions regarding it.
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"W-would you like something to eat?" Taehyung asked out of the blue as he stood up, already on his way to the kitchen.
"Are you okay?"
"Okay? Who's not okay? Me not okay? Pft come on."
"I assume it's a no then?"
"It's a yes, Jungkook. I'm okay."
"Well what's your definition of 'okay'?"
"Being, not hurt? Not in pain? Being okay is okay."
"Yes but you just went all panicky right now and when you're okay, you don't panic. So are you okay?"
"I did not panic, Jungkook."
"Then why did you stutter?"
"I-I don't know, slip of tongue?"
"See? You did it again?"
"That was a slip of tongue."
"Then what about before?"
"Ugh." By now, Taehyung was red. His fists were clenched and his eyebrows were furrowed like in those situations where someone would start teasing and just won't stop because of how your helpless state gives them pure bliss/joy/immense satisfaction.
"Just shut up, for God's sake."
"I'm sorry." Jungkook apologized, clearly not sorry. "But are you oka-"
"Jeon Jungkook!!"
Atleast now, with Taehyung chasing Jungkook around the apartment with a spatula in hand, Jungkook felt at ease knowing that the performance anxiety of the beginning stage of seeing someone was finally gone between them.
