PRISONERS [Taekook]

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"Doctor... Park? Yeah, Park Ji-something."

Donghyuk's eyes lit up with a little glint of excitement, and he smiles cutely. Taehyung's heart warms up at the sight of the boy smiling. He's so strong.

"Park Jimin? Ah, I envy you so much! You're lucky, he's so nice." Donghyuk whines, jumping a little in his spot.

"Is he?" Taehyung says, not really because he wants to know but because he feels good seeing the boy so happy about something.

He cups his own face with his hand and places his elbow on his table, listening to the boy's pleasant chirping and his adorable whining, despite the lingering blue and purple marks he can clearly see littering his otherwise unblemished skin.

"Even if he's not my counselor, when he heard about what happened, he immediately came to talk to me. He asked me if I was okay, how I was holding up, he even accepted to hug me when I asked him. Oh, and not to mention..."

Donghyuk leans forward in a secretive manner, urging Taehyung closer and lowering the volume of his voice.

"...He's really, really good-looking, if you swing that way of course."

Then he straightens up, giggling adorably as he does, and starts attacking his food leaving Taehyung quite intrigued about the man in question.
Deciding that he'll pay a visit to this Park Jimin after lunch, his eyes glaze over to a table at the center of the cafeteria, the people sitting there basically monopolizing the atmosphere in the room. He is especially focused on the dark brown head sitting in the middle, seeming especially pensive by the way he worries his bottom lip while staring at his plate - or rather through it. His long eyelashes slowly bat as he blinks, and his thick eyebrows are furrowed in thought.

Despite his desire to take away the crown he holds so dearly on his head, Taehyung can't deny that fuck, Jeon Jungkook looks really good.