In a world of knockouts and ink, pro boxing champ Jeon Jungkook and tattoo artist Kim Taehyung, both revered by fans across genders, share a tumultuous history. Fueled by a mutual belief in each other's egoistic nature, their disdain runs deep. Jung...
Taehyung stirred in his sleep when the sunlight peeping through the blinds hit hard on his face. He knew he had slept for long and wanted to sleep more. But the brightness gave him an idea that it was about afternoon, and he had to wake up. The moment he opened his eyes, they fell on a post-it stuck on the bottle on the bedside table.
"Hey, I have to run to the gym as it's past 8. You were sleeping peacefully, so I couldn't wake you up. I've ordered brunch; please reheat it. I'll see you in the evening. We didn't have time to talk about what we are going to do today. You slept on the way. So will you please take me on a date in the evening, Taehyung?"
The note instantly brought a smile to Taehyung's face. It reminded him of the 16-year-old boy who would steal glances at him during family playdates. Even though they had started on the wrong note, Taehyung could feel that Jungkook was trying—trying to mold himself, trying to include him, trying to soothe him. He was not surprised to find himself in Jungkook's room. He knew that the boxer would never invade his privacy.
Taehyung had to plan. He had to take the boy out for a date. Jungkook had asked him, no, requested him. He never knew why he had butterflies in his stomach. He pushed that to the back of his head and started browsing places to go.
By the time Jungkook's training was over, Taehyung had crafted a plan. He texted Jungkook, "Meet me at Plaza de la Catedral at 5. Wear something casual. -T"
As Jungkook approached the plaza, he spotted Taehyung waiting with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ready for an adventure?" Taehyung asked, his voice low and inviting.
Intrigued, Jungkook nodded. "What do you have in mind?"
"Follow me," Taehyung said, leading him through the bustling streets, their hands brushing occasionally, sending electric sparks between them. They arrived at a vibrant market square filled with colorful stalls and lively music. "First, we're going to make a bouquet. But there's a catch—we can't buy an already made one. We have to use our creativity."
Jungkook's eyes lit up with excitement. "Challenge accepted."
They scoured the market, collecting various items like ribbons, paper, and even small trinkets to create their unique bouquets. Every touch, every glance was charged with a tension that made Taehyung's heart race. They laughed and teased each other, the chemistry between them undeniable.
Once their bouquets were complete, they exchanged them. Taehyung's eyes widened when he found a Carolina allspice, his birth flower, nestled among the other elements. "You remembered," Taehyung whispered, his cheeks flushing slightly.
Jungkook's smile was shy, a blush creeping up his own cheeks. "Of course I did."
Afterward, Taehyung led Jungkook to a secluded spot overlooking the city. "Next, we're going to watch the sunset and draw our surroundings."
They settled in, the sky ablaze with hues of orange and pink. As they began sketching, the conversation flowed naturally, memories of their past resurfacing. A street performer nearby started busking, adding a romantic musical backdrop to their evening.
Jungkook extended his hand to Taehyung. "Dance with me?"
Taehyung hesitated, his heart pounding, but the look in Jungkook's eyes melted his reservations. They danced slowly, Jungkook's breath warm against Taehyung's face and neck. Taehyung felt a chord struck deep within him, a connection to the past that he thought had faded. Jungkook's hands roamed Taehyung's back, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together as they swayed to the music.
Jungkook's touch grew more daring. Taehyung shivered at the sensation, feeling a mix of excitement and vulnerability. Jungkook's lips found Taehyung's neck, pressing soft, lingering kiss that made Taehyung's breath hitch.
"Jungkook," Taehyung whispered, his mind troubled and his voice trembling with desire.
Jungkook pulled back slightly, looking into Taehyung's eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and filled with concern.
Taehyung nodded, his hands gripping Jungkook's shoulders. "It's okay," he breathed, moving away from each other.
Silence grew between them. Jungkook was not looking him in the eye, and that pained Taehyung. They had been having a good time, one of the best times in so long. They focused on their paintings, unable to break the silence. When they were ready to share their paintings, Jungkook was excited to show his, but Taehyung hesitated. "I didn't draw something good," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook didn't push him, sensing the vulnerability. He cursed himself for making things awkward. They walked back in silence, the night air cool and filled with unspoken words.
When Taehyung reached the doorstep of his room, he turned to Jungkook, stood on his toes, and planted a kiss on his cheek. His lips lingered for a few seconds before he detached, saying, "See you tomorrow, Jungkook." He didn't notice that Jungkook stood frozen, unable to decipher his heart that fluttered.
Inside his room, Taehyung looked at the painting he drew, his heartbeat skipping. It was that bunny face, the same one imprinted in his heart. The same one standing outside his door.
————————————————————————— Author's note
Ahem, ahem! I'm sorry to have not come back with any updates on this. But are we sensing here a backstory again. Maybe🥶 Anyway we have 5 more dates to go!
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