He glanced up—just once—and met Jungkook’s gaze.
And he smiled.
Soft. Innocent.
Like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
Jungkook nearly combusted.
Yoongi leaned closer, sipping his wine. “So. That’s your neighbor.”
“I’m gonna lose my mind,” Jungkook muttered.
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The party had fizzled down to velvet murmurs and the scent of roses.
Guests were slowly leaving, heels clicking on marble, whispers of goodbyes floating in the air like the last flickers of a chandelier.
Mrs. Jeon was gracefully bidding farewell at the front door, Mr. Jeon beside her, nodding warmly to every guest.
Inside, Jungkook stood by the living room archway, collar loosened, expression tight, lips twitching every time someone complimented Taehyung again.
And just when he thought the nightmare was over—
He heard it.
“Mrs. Jeon,” Taehyung’s soft voice came from behind, like a feather landing on silk.
“We were thinking to help you with the cleanup.”
Jimin was by his side, already lifting an empty glass from a tray. “It’s the least we can do. Your home is so beautiful.”
Jungkook blinked hard.
Help?
Did they just—
Offer to clean?
Mrs. Jeon turned, visibly surprised—but delighted.
“Oh, darling, no,” she laughed lightly. “That’s incredibly sweet of you both, but the staff will take care of it.”
Taehyung smiled. “Still, you hosted us so warmly. We wanted to show a little gratitude.”
Mrs. Jeon placed a hand over her chest, touched. “You’re both raised like royalty.”
Mr. Jeon chuckled from beside her, “What charming boys. Truly a breath of fresh air.”
Jungkook gripped the edge of the couch harder.
Mrs. Jeon gently motioned them toward the sofa. “Come sit, both of you. Just for a moment.”
Taehyung and Jimin obeyed gracefully, sitting with perfect posture, hands in their laps like they belonged in a palace.
Mrs. Jeon poured them both warm herbal tea herself—something she never did for anyone but the elderly—and sat across from them, curious.
“So,” she began sweetly, “what are your plans now that you’ve moved here? Where will you be continuing your studies?”
Taehyung smiled, “We just got transferred to Saint Ciel University.”
Jimin added, “We will start this week. It’s… different, but exciting.”
Jungkook choked on his own spit from across the room.
Mrs. Jeon blinked. “Saint Ciel?”
Mr. Jeon looked surprised. “Isn’t that where Jungkook studies?”
Yoongi, lounging nearby with a wine glass, smirked into his sleeve.
“Yes,” Mrs. Jeon said slowly, looking amused. “What a coincidence.”
“I wouldn’t call it that,” Jungkook muttered through his teeth.
Taehyung didn’t even look at him. Just sipped his tea quietly.
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