It was a week or so later, that Jungkook actually got around to treating Jinwoo to a drink or two at a bar close to BigHit.
It was around six in the evening, and Jungkook was texting Jinwoo as he stroked Taehyung's hair. Taehyung had been busy recently, going off somewhere in the morning and not returning until quite late at night, and he always seemed tired down to his very bones, and either subdued or uncharacteristically cranky when he got back home. Jungkook had asked him about where he'd been off to the first night, but Taehyung didn't reply and dragged Jungkook to bed to bury his head in his chest and melt against his body, all the obvious tension of a long, tiring day draining away from him. Jungkook didn't say anything and let him sleep. The next night Taehyung shook his head dismissively and muttered "work" before lying down and resting his head in Jungkook's lap, letting him stroke his hair like he was doing right now. And so the week passed like that, with Jungkook forgetting about it in the morning when he woke up to soft, sleepy kisses, and not pressing it at night, when Taehyung returned with an exhausted sway as he walked. Yesterday Jungkook asked about it again and Taehyung whispered that it was hell week at work before his eyes slipped shut and he dozed off curled in Jungkook's lap.
Jungkook had long since suspected that Taehyung actually did have a permanent job, or at least was doing something that led to him being a millionaire, and having the luxury of time and money to play games at the casino, and paying for a month long trip for two on a whim. He didn't play as many games as Jungkook, and usually didn't actively try to win very much, so Jungkook had thought it was strange he had the money to splurge on spoiling Jungkook. But he'd never really pried into it, as Taehyung hadn't ever said much about it, and it wasn't that important to him anyway. If Taehyung wanted to tell him about it, he would.
So he guessed the honeymoon period was over, and Taehyung, being a more functioning, respectable member of society than Jungkook, had work to go to, and couldn't just play games all day everyday and take Jungkook on trips all the time. Jungkook was okay with that, but he couldn't help but worry, when shadows started to form in rings beneath Taehyung's eyes, and they hadn't talked properly in a week. He hoped Taehyung was taking proper care of himself, and he was worried about whatever job was stressing Taehyung out this much, but he didn't want to nag, as Taehyung always seemed too tired to carry a full conversation at night, and in the morning, he regained his bright, cheery self, and Jungkook didn't want to dampen his spirits and spoil the precious mood by bringing it up. He'd decided to ask Taehyung about this properly after "hell week at work" was over. Today Taehyung got back around an hour ago, and all he'd done was lie with his head in Jungkook's lap, sleeping quietly.
J: 630 work for you?
Me: yeah sure
Me: i'll be there soon
J: Sweet
"Babe?" Jungkook smoothed Taehyung's hair down and glanced down at him as Taehyung opened one eye, gaze liquid and relaxed.
"Mm?"
"I'm going out for a bit. Go lie in bed, it's cold here." Jungkook nudged at Taehyung who lifted his head so Jungkook could get up from the couch. Taehyung hummed his assent, curling in on himself and not making any move to get off and go to bed. Jungkook sighed, crouching down to kiss his temple, frowning as Taehyung continued to lie there with his eyes shut, seeming determined to just fall back asleep right then and there.
Jungkook tried again. "I'm serious, you'll catch a cold."
"You should be the one worrying about that. It's November now. Well into winter. Make sure you wear something warm before you leave." Taehyung murmured lazily, syllables slurring together with drowsiness and Jungkook smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead and getting up to go.
~
"Man I," Jinwoo paused to hiccup, setting his fifth glass down on the bar counter with a firm thud. "I don't know about you, but I'm tipsy as hell. I need to go for a walk or some shit- clear my head so I don't pass out."
"That sounds amazing." Jungkook groaned, rubbing his temple with the heel of his hand and getting up from the barstool, staggering a little. They made their way out of the bar, walking in silence for a few minutes, taking in gulps of fresh, crisply cool night air to sweep away the alcohol's haze. Jungkook had more than a few regrets regarding the amount of drinks they'd downed between them, and he was definitely feeling this shit tomorrow morning, but he wasn't in the state of mind to really be bothered worrying about that. They'd been drinking for a good couple hours now, and he wasn't really sure what time it was.
"So, like I said, I feel like I can't even-" Jungkook spoke up, breaking the silence abruptly, sluggish brain clicking into place suddenly, allowing thought to process again.
"Wait, is this continuing from-?"
"Huh? Oh, I was-"
"What we were talking about at the bar?"
"W- yeah."
"Okay, carry on."
Jungkook let a giggle slip out at the sudden crash of an attempt at conversation, and tried again. "Yeah, so, as I was saying, I feel like I can't even ask him about it. Like, I'm scared that if I mention 'work', he'll be in a bad mood and we'll end up in that awkward stalemate until he crawls back in bed to cuddle. And like? I'm so not used to that? I'm not used to having to worry about putting him in a bad mood? I've never really seen him in a bad mood- well, before this week. I feel like I have to tiptoe around him? Like, I just need to keep my mouth shut and keep my fingers busy playing with his hair until he falls asleep, and that's my role, and the night ends like that. Which is fine, but-"
"But it's not fine, is it?" Jinwoo sang, loud voice ringing out in the street, slipping through the trees lining the footpath. Jinwoo shot him a look and a knowing, wry grin, and Jungkook groaned in a heartfelt way, letting his head drop forward and drag his body into a slump, limbs heavy and uncoordinated.
"No, it's not fucking fine, ugh. " Jungkook complained with an exasperated edge to his irritated tone, breaking into a helpless, resigned grin as Jinwoo snorted and burst out laughing, stumbling a little. "What am I, his massage therapist? I mean, of course I don't mind stroking his hair, I love it actually, but come on, with the amount of startlingly enlightening communication that goes on it's like he thinks of me as a portable heater rather than a boyfriend at night. I care about him, and I know he's tired and shit, but if this keeps up I'm gonna go crazy."
"Ah fuck, this is why I don't like relationships. Sorry mate, I got nothing to help with." Jinwoo drawled, still grinning carelessly and Jungkook sighed, shrugging a little.
"Just needed to get it out. Sorry for the drama. Shit, I think Taehyung's all I've been talking about for the past half an hour or so." Jungkook groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair and shaking it out a little. Maybe he was drunk. He couldn't really tell, but the pavement looked a little curly to his vision slipping and sliding out of focus. Yeah, maybe.
"Nah, you talked about cards, and how a friend taught you a game he learnt back home, Red Five I think it was, and Taehyung taught you Texas Hold 'Em, and you talked about how Taehyung was the one who told you that BigHit was actually an illegal gambling house, and how Taehyung told you all about the rest of the big seven, and how Taehyung suggested to go skydiving on your first date, and how you and Taehyung argue over morning or night showers and how Taehyung- oh wait. Yeah, all you talked about was Taehyung." Jinwoo spoke thoughtfully and Jungkook groaned again, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand. Why was he like this?
"I am so sorry." Jungkook muttered and Jinwoo gave an easy laugh, shaking his head.
"No, no, it's pretty interesting hearing about the inner workings and everything, actually. It's nice hearing about him, because he doesn't really talk to me anymore. If it's any consolation, you only started talking about him after like, your fourth shot." Jinwoo shrugged, eyes flashing slightly and Jungkook stiffened at the mention, sobering up a little.
"Oh yeah, I noticed that. I thought you were friends? He gets really weird about it when I mention you. What happened?" Jungkook asked curiously, and Jinwoo sighed, shoulders rolling forward a little, scratching at the back of his neck.
"I have no idea. He stopped talking to me like... well, months ago, really. Around the time I first found out you two were dating. I feel like he doesn't really want you to talk to me, or associate much with me." Jinwoo shot Jungkook a questioning look, eyebrow arched as he spoke, a dryly amused smile resting on his lips, and Jungkook frowned at his words, tugging his coat closer around him and shoving his hands in his pockets as a chilled wind swept through the dark streets, rushing down his spine and streaming through his hair. Shit, it really was getting colder and colder nowadays.
"What the fuck? Why?"
"No clue. Maybe he thinks I'm one of those problematic bad boys that'll corrupt his precious lover." Jinwoo grinned jeeringly and Jungkook snorted. "But if your boyfriend doesn't want you to talk to me, are you sure it's okay to be out with me like this?"
"That's fucking stupid. He's just being stupid, don't worry about him." Jungkook replied firmly and Jinwoo laughed, shrugging lightly.
"If you say so. Tell him I said hi, when you go home."
~
Jungkook opened his bedroom door to see Taehyung sitting upright in bed, the room doused in blue-grey shadow, the only light being the small but harsh white glow of Taehyung's phone screen. Taehyung locked his phone with a soft click, and glanced up at him as Jungkook made his way over, the only light to see by being the soft, misty moonlight creeping into the room through the windowpanes where the curtains hadn't quite covered.
"You reek of alcohol. You must be pretty drunk. Where did you go?" Taehyung asked quietly, pushing back the covers and getting up, padding softly across the room towards him, cupping Jungkook's cold, stinging cheeks in his warm hands and kissing him lightly, briefly. Jungkook caught Taehyung's wrist in his hand to hold it lightly in place before it could drop away, and stared at Taehyung's beautiful, emotionless face ever so faintly touched by the scarce moonlight drifting about the room. Jungkook couldn't read his eyes, shining like expressionless, smooth glass.
"...I just went drinking with a friend." Jungkook replied slowly, evenly, deciding against telling him that the friend was Jinwoo. Taehyung stared at him for a second more, before kissing him again, longer and sweeter, sliding his warm palms over Jungkook's jaw to his throat, still cold from the outside chill, resting his hands on his neck and letting his warmth bleed into his skin. Jungkook sighed against his lips, relaxing into Taehyung's warm fingers and thought to himself that not speaking about Jinwoo was the right choice, so that Taehyung would touch and kiss him like this, without any of the undeniable strain that seemed to appear at the mention of Jinwoo.
But it was chilling to think about. At what point had Jungkook begun to need to hide things from Taehyung? And why? Had they changed?
Taehyung turned, climbing back into bed and curling up comfortably as Jungkook undid his coat and stripped, too tired to care about showering or brushing his teeth to rid himself of the clinging remnants of alcohol.
"What time is it? It must be pretty late, and you're still awake. Sorry, did you wait up?" Jungkook murmured, peeling his shirt off and joining Taehyung on the warm, welcoming bed, waiting for him to shift over and make space before settling down.
"Not particularly. I got a message from work, so I woke up and checked it." Taehyung replied absently, picking up his phone, checking his lock screen and reaching over to place it on the bedside table, face down. Jungkook felt his features draw tight in a worried frown, and he hesitantly touched Taehyung's arm.
"Work... again?" Jungkook spoke carefully, wondering what kind of work would send Taehyung a message this late at night. Taehyung lay down beside him and Jungkook curled an arm around him, tugging his warm body close instinctively, even as unease and concern stilled his fingers and tightened his lips. "Taehyung, about your work-"
"Not now." Taehyung murmured quietly, but there was an edge to his voice that staved off Jungkook's yet to be spoken words, extinguishing his desire to speak, to ask, in less than a second. Jungkook swallowed uncomfortably, but didn't say anything, staying still as Taehyung pressed himself against his body, breathing evening out in no time.
~
Jungkook opened his eyes drowsily, wincing as his cramped arm muscles immediately made their presence known to his slowly wakening conscious. Fuck, his head was throbbing slightly from last night. He'd shifted onto his back at some point, and Taehyung's head rested beside his, slow, steady breaths brushing over his ear. His warm body was pressed up against Jungkook's side, curled fingers resting on his chest. Jungkook turned his head, pressing his nose into Taehyung's soft hair and closing his eyes, breathing him in for a few still, calm moments, feeling the weak, wintry sunlight creep over his skin, before pushing himself up, extracting his arm from beneath Taehyung's sleeping form. He watched Taehyung's gorgeous sleeping face for a few moments, feeling the ache at the base of his skull subside as he gazed at his beautiful boyfriend. He reached out and brushed the hair that had fallen over his closed eyes back. He let his touch linger, let his knuckles brush ever so gently over his forehead, over his shut eyelids and watching them flutter reflexively, over his cheek and resting against his soft lips.
Taehyung looked so tired. The corners of his lips seemed to be tugged downwards, a slight set to his mouth suggesting tension even as he slept, and shadows pooled beneath his eyes. And he still looked like an angel.
"You're so beautiful even when you're tired and stressed out. What are you doing, Taehyung? You're working so much you're losing weight. I don't want you to tire yourself out." Jungkook spoke softly to Taehyung's unresponsive form, running gentle fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his head. He smiled to himself as Taehyung breathed out slowly, the tiny crease between his eyebrows relaxing as Jungkook rubbed his fingertips in small circles against his scalp. He was so... breathtaking. Lovely. Jungkook's chest tightened as he spoke again, whispering the soft words as if they were a secret shared just between the two of them. "You mean so much to me. Please... take proper care of yourself."
Jungkook sighed, stroking his cheek with a light thumb, leaning down to kiss the corner of his lips, twitching in surprise when Taehyung turned his head so their lips met. Jungkook pulled back, gazing down at Taehyung who had opened those bright, pretty eyes, a small, reserved smile dancing on his lips. Jungkook didn't know if Taehyung had heard what he said, the smile secretive and personal.
"When did you wake up?" Jungkook murmured, letting Taehyung grasp his hand and entwine their fingers. Taehyung blinked slowly, sleepily, pressing soft kisses to Jungkook's fingertips.
"Just now." Taehyung yawned, letting go of Jungkook's hand to stretch, his husky voice cracking a little from sleep as he let out a satisfied groan. Jungkook watched his body twisting, his shirt riding up to show smooth skin stretching taut over lean muscle, and couldn't help but reach out to touch. He ran his fingertips down Taehyung's side and brushing them over the softer skin of his lower stomach, watching the muscles jump and flutter beneath his touch. Taehyung lifted his head to glance at him, eyebrow raised, lips stretched to one side in a lazy smirk, before sitting up, lightly, softly grabbing his wandering hand and holding it in place, hooded gaze flirty and teasing. Jungkook sat back and grinned appreciatively as Taehyung ran a hand through his own hair, tipping his head back and baring his long neck in that overly sensual way that both of them knew drove Jungkook crazy, before crawling over to Jungkook on his hands and knees. Jungkook swore reflectively, watching Taehyung tilt his head to the side, suggestive, subtle smile curving his lips and darkening his eyes before he stopped, sliding his warm palms up over Jungkook's chest to rest on his shoulders, bringing his body in close, leaning forward as if to kiss him and Jungkook closed his eyes, drunk and entranced by Taehyung's every movement.
Then he felt the hands tighten on his shoulders and shove him backwards forcefully, so that he fell straight off the bed, dragging half the blanket down with him in an ungainly mess. He surfaced from the cage of blanket to scowl at Taehyung who was snickering at his demise, flashing him a charming smile before flinging his arms out and flopping down on the bed, spread-eagled.
"Ah yes, all this space to myself. I can finally sleep comfortably." Taehyung declared happily, letting out a blissful sigh, body sinking into the bed, lips curling in a content smile. Jungkook rolled his eyes and got up as Taehyung curled into himself, pressing his face into the pillow, and regarded his relaxed, lazy smile for a few seconds. He snorted and climbed back onto the bed, grabbing Taehyung's shoulder and flipping him over on to his back forcefully. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, lips pursing a little at the disturbance, and Jungkook swooped down for a kiss, pressing Taehyung into the mattress, caging him in with his body in one smooth movement, pinning his wrists down on either side of his head.
"As if I'll let you do that." Jungkook whispered against Taehyung's lips, trailing feather light kisses down his cheek and jaw and sucking wetly at his neck until a dull red mark appeared beneath the warm skin. Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance as he obviously felt the hickey forming, but Jungkook grinned as he didn't miss how his breath hitched, and how he tipped his head back slightly.
"Seriously? If you leave a hickey that far up my neck it'll be impossible to cover it." Taehyung's voice started off as a grumble but melted into a low, sultry moan as Jungkook rolled his body against his, grinding his hips down, slow and teasing.
"Wear a turtleneck or a scarf or something. You look so-" Jungkook paused to slide his tongue past those soft, parted lips, swallowing Taehyung's deliciously low, throaty moans as he grinded down harder. He gave a low groan himself as Taehyung arched his back to press his chest against Jungkook's, the dizzying heat of his body making his mouth water, his nerves set aflame as always. "-so hot, in turtlenecks."
"I look hot in- ah- in everything." Taehyung gasped, letting out a breathless whimper as Jungkook bit down on his soft, wet lip and tugged, expression twisting into a frown that was ineffectual considering his half closed, glazed over eyes. He wriggled his wrists free and shoved Jungkook off, rolling off the bed impressively quickly, despite the darkened, desperately hungry look in his eyes as he gazed back at Jungkook lying there. It made Jungkook smirk.
"What's wrong, babe? Come back to bed." Jungkook murmured silkily, letting his voice take on an over exaggeratedly velvety, smooth tone as he lifted up the blankets invitingly, trying his hardest not to laugh as Taehyung swore.
"Why are you so horny first thing in the morning?" Taehyung griped and Jungkook glanced over at the clock on the bedside table.
"It's already eleven and we haven't fucked yet. Actually, we haven't for a whole week and a bit, you know. I'm getting a little frustrated here." Jungkook replied innocently, matter of factly, and Taehyung swore passionately again, throwing Jungkook a flat, unimpressed stare as if his dick wasn't straining against his boxers, in plain view.
"Well yeah, but didn't you drink heaps last night? Get up and go puke or something, or at least brush your teeth before you touch me again." Taehyung sniffed and strode off to the bathroom, and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at his imperious tone, knowing Taehyung didn't give a shit, but was just being difficult because he wanted to be. He ran a hand through his hair, lazily pushing himself off the bed, following at a more lax pace.
"Picky." Jungkook muttered, just loud enough for Taehyung to hear, practically hearing the rolling eyes. He grinned at Taehyung through the mirror as he walked over to the sink beside him, brushing his teeth obediently like Taehyung told him to. But as domestic as the scene was of them, having just woken up, brushing their teeth side by side with messy hair and wrinkled bed clothes, it was no fun, and so Jungkook inched closer to Taehyung, slipping his hand down the front of his boxers and rubbing his palm over Taehyung's stiff cock. Taehyung almost choked on his toothbrush, toothpaste foaming a bit at the corners of his mouth, and he slit Jungkook a glare. Jungkook shrugged, responding by gripping it tight and dragging his fist up and down the length, keeping his eyes ahead of him, blankly gazing at his own reflection in the mirror as he twisted his fingers, watching Taehyung suffer through his peripheral vision, sniggering inside. He now knew why Taehyung always liked to torture him by doing stupid shit like this. Usually in public. Taehyung fell forward and gripped the edge of the sink hard, veins streaking up his tensed arm, eyes screwed shut, as Jungkook trailed his nails over the sensitive skin, and boy, was he thoroughly enjoying himself at seeing Taehyung trying to hold himself together. He pressed his thumb into the slit, feeling precome stick to his fingers and Taehyung did choke on his toothbrush this time, coughing explosively and spitting out the toothpaste in his mouth. Jungkook withdrew his hand before he got smacked, and tried not to laugh too hard, rinsing his mouth out as Taehyung struggled to steady his breathing beside him.
"I swear to God, you-" Taehyung cut himself off as he stared, dark eyes wide as Jungkook licked the clear substance off his fingers, groaning softly.
"Take a shower with me?" Jungkook asked lightly, watching the fire dance in Taehyung's eyes as he sighed as if greatly put upon by Jungkook's words and turned to rinse his mouth. He yanked off his shirt, tugging his boxers down and kicking them away over the cold tiled floor. Jungkook took a much needed moment to appreciate the sight of Taehyung's naked body, never tiring of letting his eyes roam over every inch of his smooth, perfect skin, tracing the shadows falling just right over subtle dips and curves of muscle, as if he hadn't already burnt the image to memory.
"Stop staring at my body like you haven't seen it before and get in here." Taehyung drawled over his shoulder, stepping into the shower and turning on the water.
Jungkook tried, in all honesty, to focus just on washing himself and showering properly, but all seemly, proper thoughts were swirling down the drain along with the soap suds when he turned and watched the water running down Taehyung's body, streams of it racing down his skin, the heat giving it an ever so slightly pink tinge. The sight was needless to say, arousing as fuck, but when Taehyung turned to face him, wet hair falling over his half closed eyes, water dripping down over his lips and off his chin, Jungkook felt the excitement boiling in his lower stomach morph into a slower, aching, burning throb, and the entire atmosphere seemed to have changed as Taehyung let Jungkook back him into the tiled wall, flinching only a little bit at his back hitting the cold surface, gazing up at Jungkook beneath wet lashes. Jungkook ran his hands down Taehyung's sides, revelling in the feel of his warm, slippery skin against his, and rolled his hips slow. Taehyung's eyes fluttered, but didn't shut completely even as his mouth fell open, heady, focused stare fixed on Jungkook's eyes inches away from his. Jungkook didn't understand why, but he kept his movements agonisingly slow, not breaking eye contact for a second. Taehyung didn't take any of his usual initiative, letting Jungkook set the pace, hands resting on his upper arms, expression unreadable asides from the obvious pleasure. A breathless, cracked moan that sounded like music to Jungkook's ears escaped his lips as Jungkook slipped his hand between his thighs and stroked the soft skin, and his knees shook a little. Taehyung slipped against the wall and almost slid down, before Jungkook caught him and held him steady, only loosening his grip when he was sure Taehyung regained his balance.
"Careful." Jungkook murmured quietly, the worry and concern that had flared up in immediate response to the thought that Taehyung might slip and hurt himself, draining away as Taehyung stared at him wordlessly.
It seemed almost unreal, how beautiful he looked like that, water running in rivulets from his soft hair, lashes heavy from the clinging droplets, lips slack but eyes focused, gazing so fixedly at Jungkook that his heart ached a little. He leant forward, sealing his lips against Taehyung's, eyes slipping shut as he kissed him slowly, each movement unhurried and precise, not sure if the hot water cascading down his back or the heat from Taehyung's body was warmer. He tasted mint and the sweetness of Taehyung's mouth on his tongue... as well as a tiny hint of salt.
Taehyung's lips were trembling a little, and he broke off the kiss to rest his head against Jungkook's shoulder, pressing his face into Jungkook's skin as Jungkook reached down between their bodies and wrapped a hand around both of their dicks, stroking them slowly, turning his head to pepper light kisses down Taehyung's neck. He closed his eyes, hearing the tiny moans and gasps strengthen in volume and obscenity, listening to the desperate, keening edge of Taehyung's voice gradually grow until Taehyung's arms were wrapping tight around him, nails digging into his back, body shaking ever so slightly. Jungkook breathed in his warm, familiar smell, identifiable even under the scents of shampoo and body wash, and quickened the pace of his hand, jerking them off to completion, tension rushing out of his body all at once as his come landed on Taehyung's chest and mingled with the water sliding down. Taehyung came a few pumps of his fist later, an airy, high pitched moan tumbling out of his lips, body pressed as close as it could be to Jungkook.
Taehyung seemed reluctant to let go, heavy, rapid breathing fanning over Jungkook's skin, and Jungkook closed his eyes, his racing heartbeat dulling back down to its normal speed, trying his best to support both his and Taehyung's spent bodies, against the slippery tiles.
That had been so tiring, and Jungkook had no idea why. Not in the physical sense, no, he'd barely broken a sweat, but...
Taehyung's body was still pressed tightly against his even as he pulled away to kiss Jungkook's nose, his cheek and closed eyelids, touch light and fleeting, far from substantial. Jungkook washed the come off both their bodies, Taehyung seeming all of a sudden too drained to do anything other than stand there and stare unfathomably at him.
As they dried themselves off, Jungkook glanced at Taehyung and saw with a sharp spike of shock, that Taehyung's pretty eyes were rimmed with red.
"Taehyung? Taehyung." Jungkook gasped, reaching out to grab his chin, tilting his head towards himself. Taehyung blinked, eyebrows lifting a little, reddened eyes widening slightly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah? Why... why wouldn't I be?" Taehyung replied, tilting his head to the side a little, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and Jungkook faltered a bit, at the seemingly genuine incomprehension painted over his features.
"Your eyes are kinda red. You look like you've been crying." Jungkook spoke lightly, hesitantly, searching the depths of Taehyung's eyes that widened further, and he looked a little frozen before he broke into an easy smile, the light returning to his gaze.
"Really? Well, my eyes were stinging before. Must have been... water or something. Water or shampoo might've gotten in my eyes." Taehyung replied brightly, pressing a quick kiss to Jungkook's cheek and smiling a little wider. "I'm fine."
Jungkook watched him towel off his hair and exit the bathroom, motionless as Taehyung got dressed, every movement so natural and relaxed, but Jungkook's chest felt blocked, suffocating with a burning ache. He knew Taehyung had been crying in the shower just then, against his shoulder no less. But he didn't want to tell Jungkook that it happened, let alone why. Jungkook just didn't know how to go about broaching this subject, confused and taken aback as he was, as he watched Taehyung walk over to the bedside table and check his phone. But they'd have to have this conversation some time.
"Jungkook? I gotta go to work now. Just got called in." Taehyung spoke from across the room and Jungkook smiled, waving at him.
"Don't come back too late."
~
Notes:
Um yeah things to know about me and my writing:
I do know where I'm going, I just don't usually end up there
I confuse myself at parts of my own writing and start improvising
This chapter was not meant to turn out like this
I am not good at proofreading late at night so this entire chapter probably makes no sense
I cannot live without writing angst
Sorry guys :)
Thanks for reading!