Meeting
•a situation when two or more people meet, by chance or arrangement.

synonyms: encounter, contact, introduction, appointment, assignation, rendezvous, tweet up; literary: tryst

"he intrigued her on their first meeting"

Jungkook

The wind tousles my hair to and fro, my cheeks pink and stinging from the harsh cool air of autumn. I swing my shopping bag in my hand as I make my way down the street towards our house. My mum told me to get a few things from the store to cook a nice dinner for Juwon and his son.

I can't help but ponder on what Taehyung will be like. If he's anything like his father, I doubt he will be of any interest to me.

I unlatch the familiar white wooden gate leading up to the porch, trotting up the steps that groan under my weight with age. I fish for my keys and unlock the crimson door, light pouring in from the hallway.

The sound of Soojin and Juwon chatting resonates from the lounge as I pass by to get to the kitchen. I plant the bag of shopping on the table and then rush upstairs to my room, flopping onto my bed. I get out my phone from my pocket and begin texting Jimin and Yoongi on a group chat. They begin being all lovey dovey and I feel a bit like a third wheel so decide to scroll through instagram instead.

Suddenly, I hear the creak of the gate outside through the window and the harsh knocking of the front door.

"Jungkook, can you get that please?" I hear my mother shout and groan.

Why can't she get it? I'm upstairs and she's downstairs! What am I, a slave?

Practically dragging myself off the bed, I shuffle out of my room and slump down the stairs like a zombie. Who even is it?

I reach for the keys on their hook and retrieve them, slotting them into the keyhole and twisting it. I hear the familiar click and swing open the door. The cold air hits my skin. However, it doesn't cool me down from the sudden rush of heat that surges throughout my body at the figure in front of me.

A tall tanned brunette with hazel eyes locks his gaze onto mine. His bangs are rustled from the wind, slightly covering his mesmerising eyes with their long dark eyelashes. His lips tug into a sly smile as he looks me up and down. I become conscious of my appearance; tight ripped black jeans and a baggy white shirt, almost see-through. Casual compared to his brown trench coat and blue dress shirt.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Your stepbrother, sweet thing"

My breath stifles. He's Taehyung.

I stand there in shock, my mouth going dry. He carries on staring, quirking an eyebrow after some time.

"Are you gonna let me in?" He chuckles, the deep tone going straight through me. He has one of those voices that is soft and soothing; one that could send you to sleep.

Snapped back to reality, I hold the door open for Taehyung as he steps inside, kicking off his smart boots and peeling off his coat as I shut the door.

"I'll take that" I grab hold of his coat and he nods, offering a sweet smile. I just scurry away and hang his coat up on a hook under the stairs.

"Taehyung, is that you?" I hear Juwon shout from the lounge.

"Yeah, dad" Taehyung replies. I watch as he enters the lounge, shooting me a wink as he disappears. What the fuck.

"Jungkook-ah! Come in here and be sociable!" My mother calls out before hearing her introducing herself to the surprisingly good-looking guy somehow related to Juwon. I huff and enter the room.

Soojin and Juwon are sat on one couch, Taehyung on the other. I go to sit on the armchair but see a cluster of boxes on it. Halloween decorations. I scan the room and notice that the only available seat is next to Taehyung on the rather small leather couch. I watch him trying to hide his smirk as I make my way over and perch onto the leather.

As he leans back, I get to take in all of his features. His dark eyes and brown hair resembles his father's. However, his soft plump lips, smooth tanned skin, perfect nose and sharp jaw line must come from his mother. Whoever she is, she must be very beautiful.

I decide that I may as well make myself comfortable since I'm stuck here for a while. I lean back into the seat and feel his shoulder against mine, his body heat radiating onto my own.

"So, Taehyung. You're 18 fairly soon. Are you planning on going to university?" My mum asks, trying to be friendly and make a good impression.

"Yes, I'm hopefully going to be attending a university in Seoul to study law" Taehyung answers, smiling warmly. He isn't what I expected. I thought he would get on my nerves, but surprisingly, he doesn't have any of those traits that I perhaps find in his father.

"Do you think you'll want to go to university?"

It takes me a few moments to realise that he is asking me, his head tilted and eyes staring deeply into mine.

"O-oh umm... Maybe. I'm not sure yet" I mumble. Something about him makes me struggle for words to say. My head turns into a jumble of letters and my body feels weak all over.

He simply nods and grins at me, his teeth showing and eyes creasing. It looks so genuine and kind. My mother jumps up from the couch and releases a sigh.

"I need to start cooking dinner. Jungkook, how about you show Taehyung your room and get to know each other, yeah?" She shoots me a cold glance so that I have to obey before disappearing into the kitchen, Juwon trailing shortly behind.

I rise from the couch and Taehyung does the same. I make my way into the hallway and up the stairs without saying a word. He follows close behind as I retreat to my room and hold the door for him. He mutters a quick 'thanks' before I bellyflop onto my bed, arms and legs sprawled across the blanket. I hear him laughing and the familiar creak of the chair at my desk.

I sit up and face him as he spins in the chair, eyes suddenly lighting up.

"You like Ironman? Same! I have a limited edition action figure with a gold plated belt and stand that I got from a convention!" He beams, looking the most excitable I've ever seen him. I can't help but smile at his enthusiasm and shared passion of Ironman.

I frown when he reaches for my most precious figure.
"Don't touch that!" I snap. He turns to face me and slowly draws back his hand.

"You're very blunt. Has no one taught you about manners?"

"My dad got it for me" I grumble, shooting him a glare. His expression softens and he stands up from my chair and sits down next to me on the bed. He doesn't say anything for a while, just stares at his feet.

"I'm sorry" he sighs, finally breaking the silence and looking into my eyes again. I avoid his gaze.

"For what?" I query, confused at his sudden apology. We've only just met and he's acting like this.

"We've just suddenly came into your life uninvited. You probably wish we weren't here and my dad never met your mum..."

I can't help but notice the hurt in Taehyung's eyes and the heavy weight of guilt in my chest.

"No, that's not the case! I didn't mean to give off that impression. I'm happy for them... I think it'll just take some getting used to" I reply and offer a smile. He returns it and places a hand on my knee.

"I'm glad" he relaxes and his smile merges into a smirk. "How about we get to know each other a little more..."

I feel his grip on my knee move to my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

"S-so umm... What do you like to do in your spare time?" I ask to distract myself from his hand stroking my leg.

"Play video games, watch tv, play the saxophone and... other stuff" he winks at me and I feel my cheeks burn up. What's happening? His hand tightens around my thigh and he licks his pink plump lips.

"Oh... cool. What video games do you like to play?" I ignore his comment and actions, changing the subject. He releases a small laugh under his breath and removes his hand from my leg. I look down at my now bare leg and feel a strange tight feeling in my chest.

Emptiness.

Suddenly gaining my attention, I feel a tight grip on the bottom of my chin. I'm forced to look to my left by the hand belonging to the now smirking male next to me. He leans closer; so close that I can feel his warm breath against my cheek and I'm rather certain he can hear my heart pounding.

I can see small green pigments in his irises, only visible when being so close. It looks almost mystical, like that of something fictional or perhaps a painting; a masterpiece. Getting lost in a world of hazel and emerald, I'm only just aware of his lips brushing my cheek and moving up to my ear. His unoccupied hand, the other one still holding onto my chin, places itself on my side as he leans even closer and breathes into my ear.

"I like to play many things..."

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