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His hand stayed there for a second longer. His forehead pressed to mine, not a kiss-but close. Close enough that I could feel the words he didn't say.
And still, somehow, I understood every one of them.
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Thursday
That night, the jacuzzi became our private universe.
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Candles glowed along the patio ledge.
Jin oppa had picked them out-'Mood lighting,' he'd insisted. Tae queued up a playlist of classical string covers of pop songs, laughing at his own dramatic taste.
We sank into the water, muscles relaxing, wine in hand, voices soft.
"Okay," Oppa said eventually, eyes closed, head resting against Joon's shoulder.
"Confession time. I cried when I saw the finished master bath."
"I knew it," Tae said. "You were whispering to the gold showerhead."
"I was affirming her worth," Jin oppa sniffed.
"I talk to my gaming chair like that," Jungkook offered, and laughter rippled through the bubbles.
Later, Yoongi shifted closer to Hobi.
His voice was too low to catch, but Hobi's reaction-eyes shining, cheeks flushed-spoke volumes.
Yoongi's hand disappeared below the water, fingers likely finding Hobi's.
The way Hobi leaned into his side, heart forward, spoke of growing trust.
Not quite a kiss. Not yet.
But there was a sweetness there, something waiting.
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Friday
We sprawled in the family room that night, limbs overlapping, voices melting into each other like a favorite song on repeat.
Takeout containers littered the table. Wacha slept on my stomach.
Yeontan climbed into Jin oppa's lap and stayed despite his protests.
Tae and Joon bickered over what movie to watch until Jin settled it by pressing play on a documentary about ancient ruins.
Jungkook lay beside me, his head near mine, our hands close but not quite touching.
"Tell me again how you built the game room?" he asked.
"Tae insisted the LED lights match the music tempo," I murmured. "For 'vibes,' apparently."
"Damn right," Tae called out from across the room.
"I already know what I'm gonna do with it,"
Jungkook said, softer now. "Streaming setup. Soundproofing. A display for my trophies..."