14

Jungkook hesitated. A secret? They were not on secret sharing terms.

'No' was dancing on the tip of the tongue but was choked to silence by curiosity before he could utter the short word. An arm sneaked around his waist, firm grip digging into his skin and eradicating the slight space between their bodies.

Clammy skin pressed against his own in the crevices between damp fabric. The bitter scent of gin clung to Taehyung's skin, mingled with sweat and something Jungkook hoped wasn't sick.

Taehyung began to sway slowly, momentary balance lost. The floorboards creaked loudly in the silence, the steady shifting of weight beneath them rhythmic and jarring.

He released a shaky breath. "Okay so... So no one knows this yet... I mean, not Jimin..." He mumbled. "My- I..." Taehyung paused and shifted, fingers clutching desperately into the thin fabric of Jungkook's shirt. "Fuck this I love yo-" He interrupted himself with a loud sneeze and stumbled back to hold the wall.

Jungkook stared back at him blankly as he sniffled and regained his balance.

"I love your ass, that's it, forget it,"

Jungkook rolled his eyes and held out a hand to guide him back to his bedroom.

His head twisted to avoid possible eye contact, Taehyung whispered hoarsely. "I need another drink,"

"No, you've had too much already, you need to sleep it off,"

Taehyung scrunched his nose and slid down to the floor, collapsing in on himself.

Jungkook sighed. "Taehyung, come on,"

He shook his head slowly and sunk down further. After a few seconds of stillness Jungkook crouched down to his level. His heart twisted at the sight of his glistening waterline, a tear hovering on his lower lashes threatening to slip down to his cheek, face otherwise blank and dejected with unfocused eyes and lips parted.

"Taehyung..."

"It's my nan," He whispered lowly, stare fixed on the small piece of flooring that separated them. The distance was a relief but intimidating, the space only a foot yet it felt as though a wall stood between them.

Jungkook gnawed on his lower lip, watching as the other man's trembled.

"She... She has dementia," He continued quietly, eyes squeezed shut and tone becoming stronger, wavering. "I shouldn't be upset, she doesn't want that," He sniffled, lifting a hand to cover his lower face. "She didn't believe it but- but I could tell," He took heavy breaths, his voice shaking and slurred.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook uttered unsurely, paralysed with doubt and fear of pushing past the imaginary wall that separated them, of pushing boundaries.

The line was glaring as Taehyung sunk back into himself, tongue lolled and grazing his lower lip.

Jungkook edged closer, reaching a tentative hand towards his warm shoulder. Receiving no response he pulled, unable to shift the others weight but forcing himself closer until their bodies were pressed together in a gentle hug.

Quivering fingers hooked on his shirt and tightened, shallow breaths hitting his neck.

Taehyung shook his head sniffled quietly. "I just- fuck... She looked so scared when- when they told her. I've never seen her scared before, she was always so strong for- for me but she was fucking terrified,"

Wet lashes grazed his jaw and soft lips hovered on his neck, sharp pants escaping and hitting his skin with suffocating heat.

They sat in silence for a moment until Jungkook gulped, unable to bare the stillness, wishing for the awkward creaking of floorboards to return and at least break the tension. "Is it bad?" He asked quietly.

Taehyung shook his head, smearing the dampness from his cheeks to Jungkook's neck. "No, not too bad yet," He mumbled, voice muffled. "We- we don't know how quickly it will progress, I... I've been researching it but it just- just makes me muh- more scared, I can't be scared. I need to be strong for her now," Despite his words he whimpered and held Jungkook tighter.

Jungkook timidly laced his fingers through his hair, flinching as the man in his arms jolted with short cries, attempting and failing to hide them through sore bitten lips.

"I'm s-sorry," He whimpered. "Don't wanna burden you, I'm fine, you- you can go,"

"It's okay," He sighed, unable to create distance between them even if he tried, as though Taehyung had forgotten if he wanted to let him leave he would first have to let go. "I chose to come here,"

Within a few minutes Taehyung's arms went limp around him and he slowly pulled away, slumped against the wall. He pressed the crisp fabric of his sleeve against his damp cheeks to dry his face, supporting his head with his free hand.

"You're tired Taehyung, please go to bed, we can talk tomorrow. I'll listen to you then, whatever you want to tell me,"

Taehyung gave a subtle nod and while Jungkook suspected he wouldn't be hearing anything from him tomorrow he knew it was probably for the best.

This side of Taehyung was a mystery to him. Rid of cocky smiles and crude greetings, all that remained was an uncomfortable genuineness, unfiltered sorrow for a situation Jungkook hoped he'd never experience.

It was a side that he shouldn't have seen.

He only hoped Taehyung wouldn't lash out on him for hearing things he wasn't supposed to know.

Jimin would be on hand for Taehyung, Jungkook was sure.

Jungkook helped him back to his feet and supported (lugged) him to his bed where he collapsed into the pillows.

The bedroom was almost uncanny, so similar to every other time he visited that his gut coiled in preparation but the piles of unwashed clothes, rubbish and clutter that had appeared made it feel as though he'd stepped into the room of a teenage boy rather than a grown man.

Jungkook gave his shoulder a short pat and quickly moved to his wardrobe. It was well organised despite the state of the room, split into thirds of stiff work clothes like the wrinkled outfit he wore currently  more extravagant pieces he no doubt wore out and the items he was looking for, comfortable clothes. The abundance of clothes meant that with half discarded and dirty around the apartment leaving behind just empty hangers, the wardrobe still had enough to suffice.

He tugged some clothing from a hanger and laid it down on the bed. "Taehyung? Can you get changed for me?"

Taehyung made a noise Jungkook interpreted as agreement and rolled onto his back, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. His fingers were clumsy, slipping around the plastic with little force, unable to thread them through the fabric.

Watching his futile attempt to remove the clothing was frustrating and as he began to give up, only one hand remaining, hovering uselessly on his shirt, Jungkook crouched over him, taking it upon himself to help.

Taehyung laid back, letting him do as he pleased, unbothered while the sweaty shirt was peeled from his skin, slacks following shortly. His body shifted slightly with Jungkook's movements, making weak attempts to aid in his undressing.

The occasional tear rolled down his temple as he stared blankly up at the ceiling.

Jungkook moved quickly around him, shoving the clothes into the hamper when he was done and helping him into the fresh clothes with more ease.

By the time he had turned to pull up the covers around him Taehyung had already fallen asleep, exhaustion taking hold and drool trailing down his cheek.

Jungkook wiped away the last tear that had fallen and pulled a thin blanket up to cover him before wandering back to the kitchen to refill the glass of water for when he woke up, cleaning the dishes he had left while he tried to decide what to do.

He couldn't let the mans current state influence his decision.

He wouldn't forgive him out of pity. Whether he had his own problems or not that didn't give him the right to mistreat others. The thought left a bitter taste on his tongue.

He took his time washing up, setting each item aside to dry as he went.

It soothed his mind, wiping away small specks of dust and dirt that accumulated in forgotten corners. Time washed away as he occupied himself in cleaning the every surface he could reach.

For as long as his memory could reach it had been a convenient out. Unanswered questions easily ignored until answers were uneeded, wasting time on menial tasks that still somehow gave credit.

Of course not all questions had such a convenient time limit.

The unfortunate reality that most of his problems wouldn't time out, that he couldn't dust away until issues faded on their own had hit him like a truck. Acting was harder than cleaning. And so his coping mechanism adapted to his new stressors. Luckily he didn't need them too often, going through the motions of his mundanity and allowing cups and plates to pile in the sink until something came up, when he could binge the job in one sitting.

Apart from Taehyung he was able to clear his head. Instantaneously he remembered why he was upset with the man in the first place, washing away the growing pity like an incoming tide.

Though Taehyung would inevitably tire of him eventually, something urged him to try. It was unclear why, he didn't want to let it go when the other had so blatantly disregarded his feelings but his initial anger was simmering down paving the way for consideration.

His own mess didn't take very long and bought him very little time to think so he wandered around the kitchen straightening the salt and paper grinders, rubbing small marks off the tiles. But the kitchen was clean.

He left, finding Taehyung still resting on his bed and piling his clothes up into the hamper, a small pile that could not fit having to sit beside. Basic rubbish was easy to throw away too, and he did, the distraction functioning perfectly as his mind ticked away for a solution.

There was an unrest in his mind, flashing in possible danger. He knew nothing of this man besides he was good in bed.

A pout formed on his lips at the realisation.

How could he ever decide what to do about the situation when he knew so little?

He had fucked him, that was pretty good, he seemed nice enough, until he wasn't.

The apartment was surprisingly clean after he'd finished clearing his own mess. He was almost ready to call it a day until he wandered to the bathroom to pee to see remains of sick that had been hastily cleared.

The smell made him cringe and he rushed to throw open a window and clear it up for him too, glad that his irritating coping mechanism would at least be some use to him in the morning.

While he bleached the white tiled floor his mind continued to work.

If he had heard out his apology he would have had more to go on.

The idea sat weighted in his mind until he swallowed harshly. He could hear him out in the morning.

Perhaps he wouldn't even want to apologise now. Maybe he had heard too much. He could be angry for him even hanging around after letting him talk so openly when he wasn't in a state to even undo a simple button on his shirt.

Eventually he had to stop, the temporary solution killed the rush of energy that supplied his habit, leaving his muscles aching from fatigue. He could find nothing else to do or clean that wouldn't involve breaching the others privacy and risk upsetting him more and he had reached a dead end on his thought process.

He returned to Taehyung's bedroom with the water and painkillers, opening the windows a crack and pulling he blinds closed before sitting down beside him.

He looked so peaceful in sleep, Jungkook could never have told there was an issue. Though without alcohol induced rambling he never would have noticed either.

He wondered just how little Jimin knew of his situation for Taehyung to cave and tell him instead. With his confident nature he surely had many better people to tell than himself. Jungkook nudged Taehyung's drying hair up from his forehead, he was convenient. That was probably the only reason.

His own body ached with tiredness and his head sore from worry, forcing him to slowly lower himself onto he pillow beside him.

Jungkook wasn't sure how long it took him to fall asleep but he knew it couldn't have been long. His body easily sunk into the mattress and relaxed into the somewhat bittersweet scent of Taehyung's cologne that tainted the fabric.

-

Taehyung woke with a soft hum, writhing in his soft sheets until a throb of pain demanded his attention.

His eyes crept open. His head was blank. Bad sign.

Merely poking the idea of the previous night encouraged a flurry of pain that forced his eyes closed again

Once it passed he let out a small sigh, heaving himself before forcing his eyes open just a crack again to find his way, painfully aware of the mess he had created as each night he tripped or stumbled on the way to the toilet.

His eyes widened in slight surprise at the sight of painkillers and water on his bed stand.

He didn't get that drunk often but he never had the foresight to look out for himself the following morning.

The water graced his desert like throat and soothed his dry tongue, pulling a soft moan from his chest and as he placed the glass back onto the side he fell back onto the bed, eyes fluttering closed in the peace of the dark room.

Only to snap open again as scattered memories surfaced.

Dread settled in his gut as his head twisted to the side.

Jungkook was still there.

And he knew. He knew far more than he should know.

Fuck.

He was currently so blissfully unaware, so deep in sleep that a crease from the pillow had imprinted on his cheek, only interrupted by his hand the pressed up into his jaw to support the weight of his head.

Taehyung moved slowly, delicately picking the blanket from himself and placing down on the bed before moving himself in the same fashion.

Why was he still there? Why did he come at all?

He racked his brain to force back any remembrance of forcing or pestering the other to come but he couldn't. All that flooded his mind were those shameful mumblings that belonged nowhere but inside his own head, forcing bile back up to his throat.

Sensitive information being blasted to someone who likely didn't care about him forced his breath to still.

He took a series of deep breaths to calm the irrational panic that flooded his system.

How could he ever expect Jungkook to forgive him if he was going to be such a nuisance. He had already bothered him with a sob story he wasn't supposed to know and now he would panic as if it wasn't his own fault?

Taehyung peeked back at the sleeping man and pursed his lips.

He still had time.

But not much.

He rushed to the bathroom, having a quick shower to rid his skin of dried sweat, tears and alcohol before leaving to the kitchen.

His movements were still somewhat slowed from alcohol and tiredness but his mind rushed with ideas to to make it up to Jungkook. There wasn't much he could think to do but in the narrow time frame he knew he wanted to attempt his apology again.

Jungkook was there for whatever reason, it was his chance to ask for forgiveness.

Doubt crept into his mind as he pulled things from his cupboards. He didn't deserve forgiveness. The thought was piercing and uncomfortable with nothing to deter it.

Yet, within minutes he had an array of plates ready, a pan sizzling on the stove as he sliced available fruits to pair with on the side, snacking on some as he went.

He whisked together eggs and cinnamon to douse slices of bread in and added them to the pan, shaking it gently to ensure they wouldn't stick as he continued putting together his assortment of fruits and nuts.

He prepared two cups of coffee and placed the plates on a tray to carry into the bedroom.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw the other man was still asleep. It wasn't too late to fuck off and throw all the food in the bin.

He groaned in embarrassment at his pathetic attempt to keep the other around long enough to hear him out when he had no idea to say, no real defense for his actions besides a meager plea for forgiveness and promise of improvement that he could not guarantee.

The man beside him stirred and Taehyung froze, gripping the mug in his hands tightly.

His eyes fluttered open, pupils lazily darting around the room without lifting his head until they settled on the mug in Taehyung's hands, brows furrowed slightly.

Taehyung wet his lips and stared down at him before moving to hold out the extra cup of coffee.

A tired sigh left Jungkook's lips and he shuffled to prop himself up on one arm, the other sneaking out from the blanket to accept the drink.

"Good morning," Taehyung said, quickly clearing his throat to attempt a disguise from the fact they were the first words he'd spoken that day.

Jungkook lifted his gaze to stare back at him, flickering between him and the coffee until the tray caught his eye.

Nerves pricked at Taehyung's skin, almost unable to maintain brief eycontact with the other who seemed to have no problem holding his gaze with those soft brown eyes, as though this were a perfectly normal encounter, as though there were no lingering questions between them.

The usual nervous mess he was able to sweep up and contain with his overzealous confidence was nowhere to be seen and he had an unfortunate inkling it was due to trampling his own image the night prior to a state the other no longer deemed intimidating.

Not that he wanted to be intimidating. Maybe it was for the better. Or maybe he'd brought himself so low the only forgiveness he would receive would be born from pity.

He wondered how many details he was missing. All he could remember was so painfully clear, he could feel the reverberating of his thoughts from the night ricocheting in his skull as though his state hadn't changed, the pressure thick and painful as he was left isolated with no release from his mind.

Alcohol soothed the pain to an extent. The bitter tang of poorly mixed drinks providing an all too temporary distraction from the real problem that wouldn't leave his mind.

Floating through his experiences intoxicated rather than facing the cold reality was easier, providing a completely different plane of separation between anyone who may attempt to empathise or understand.

Yet Jungkook was there with his soft words and patience, those large eyes widened in concern as he did all in his power to pull him down to a place of comfort.

An unfamiliar feeling lodged itself in Taehyung's chest, dissimilar to the ache he'd grown accustomed to in the passing weeks.

Jungkook's attention and shifted completely to the prepared food, eyes grazing over the French toast that had already began to cool, scattered sugar dissolving unceremoniously into the lingering butter that clung to clumps of cinnamon.

"It's for you, if you're hungry," Taehyung mumbled, dragging the tray along to sit on his lap so it was just across from where he was laying.

Jungkook looked down with hooded eyes, mug still secure in his hand as he took in the array of food. It took him some time to respond, first taking a sip of his coffee, uncertainty tainting his features. "Why?"

"Uh... As a thank you? Or an apology? Either or,"

Taehyung held back a sigh of relief as Jungkook lifted the fork, carefully piercing a sliced strawberry. "So all it takes to try your legendary cooking is to get a drunk call and let you spill your secrets," Jungkook uttered, almost to himself.

"Huh?"

Jungkook shook his head dismissively. "I thought you'd be upset with me,"

"Why would I be upset with you?"

He paused from picking at another piece of fruit, fork barely denting the glistening surface. "Do you remember last night?"

Taehyung nodded slowly, drip feeding his available memories to scan over anything potentially offensive before his eyes widened slightly in realisation. "I don't blame you, I'm grateful you came over. Not sure when I would've stopped otherwise and I don't want to bother Jimin,"

Jungkook hummed, placing his cup on the tray so he could sit up more comfortably and cut into the French toast that had been prepared. "How... How are you feeling now?"

He wet his lips and took another sip of his coffee. "Could be worse, thanks for leaving the water there for me, and for everything else too,"

"It's okay, I'm glad you aren't feeling too bad," Jungkook said, interrupting himself with a brief moan when he finally raised the toast to his mouth.

Taehyung held out his coffee for him which he gladly excepted to wash down his mouthful.

"I'm sorry for forcing you to eat that crap porridge if you're used to this food," Jungkook grinned, shovelling more of the toast into his mouth.

He chuckled in response. "You're just a student, I didn't expect good cooking from you,"

Jungkook was too distracted to respond, leaning back with a loud contented sigh when the tray was completely baron.

Juice and sugar had collected in the corner of his lips, a small smudge on his chin. He relaxed into the pillow, tongue lazily darting to the sugar around his mouth.

Taehyung smiled and lifted a tissue to his chin, gently brushing it away.

Jungkook paused at the gesture, tired eyes hardening into a pointed stare.

"Sorry, you're still mad at me, I shouldn't have,"

Taking the tissue he slowly wiped his face himself, not bothering to lift his head as he twisted to face Taehyung. "I never heard you out," Jungkook offered quietly. "It... It was a bad time, I didn't want to see you,"

Taehyung gulped and nodded. "I get it,"

Thumb gripped loosely on the thin piece of fabric at the corner of the pillow and eyes downcast Jungkook continued. "I'll listen now... I might not forgive you still but I'll listen,"

Taehyung's chest tightened uncomfortably, the weight of Jungkook's presence bearing down on him as he fumbled for a response. "I'm sorry," He let out weakly, gnawing on his lower lip when the others expression clearly indicated he would have to continue.

The tray was pushed aside so he could sit more comfortably, fingers wrapped around the duvet edge of the duvet. "I'm sorry for being rude to you. I... I shouldn't have mistreated you just because I was scared, it was impulsive and easier than accepting the problem... I hope you can give me another chance. It wasn't your fault at all. I've just been struggling with some things lately and I took it out on you,"

"Your nan?" Jungkook confirmed softly.

His tongue dried in his throat and he grabbed his coffee, buying time with small sips before giving a hoarse. "Yeah..."

"So you've been upset about that and took it out on me?"

Taehyung frowned. "Well not just that... I um..." He trailed off, brows furrowed and knuckles white against the blanket. He had spilled his thoughts to Jin not so long ago but nothing this important. His tongue felt weighted in his mouth, laying limp and useless when he attempted to organise his thoughts in a way they could reach the man beside him.

It took a few moments but Jungkook seemed to wait patiently, a soft pout sitting comfortably on his lips as he stared up blankly.

"I'm not very good with people," He said eventually. "I like to talk to people but I get scared when they're too close... My nan... She's the only friend I had before I moved here, I got so scared thinking she would be gone. I shouldn't have let you in when I knew I'd be likely to lash out, I'm sorry,"

Taehyung's breath caught and he grimaced, replaying just sentences in his mind and picking away at the details. Picking away at the basis for forgiveness he could have possibly created and finding little.

He felt pathetic, so far from himself. His usual demeaner buried in shame he couldn't displace. He hated it. How this repulsive fear made him someone  he wasn't.

His nan would have forgiven him, would have sat him down and scolded him for his rudeness. She didn't approve of many things he did since the move but she would have always been there for support. The thought twisted his gut with a violent reminder of the situation.

Without her how could he cope. As a child he could remember long days alone, the adults too busy to care for him until late evening when they themselves were too tired to handle his copious energy. How they had shooed him away and muttered small messages of regret while carrying him off to bed, urging him to sleep while they enjoyed their rare moments of peace alone.

But she had stepped in, let him ramble and dance and yell until she had to force him awake for supper to restart the cycle again.

The first person who had accepted him and in that moment, he felt the last.

Jungkook said nothing at first, leaving them both to think in silence, as if pondering his words.

"Your only friend...? Are you sure?" An uncertain smile ghosted Jungkook's lips, eyebrows knitted in disbelief. "You're so... I don't know,"

Taehyung found himself exhaling a laugh alongside him. "Um, yeah... Afraid so. Always been disliked, I'm used to it. I know better now, how to have a persona, but those people still don't know me, if they did they wouldn't like me but that's okay, they don't. I just won't relax around them. A few people have thought they would but they never do, really,"

Jungkook's eyes narrowed in caution. "Why don't people like you? Jimin likes you..."

He shrugged. "Jimin is like me,"

"Jimin is popular," Jungkook corrected.

Taehyung sighed, head tipping back until his hair grazed the wall. "I don't know, kids found me weird and I grew up in a small town," He turned to face him, forcing down the shakey sigh that threatened to escape. "When you're dubbed weird as a kid not much changes as you grow, people don't like changing their minds," He gulped, forcing himself to think forwards and stop pondering words he had already shared. Information he couldn't take back.

Jungkook hummed. "Then you came here?"

"Yeah, I did. Not very much changed but I met Jimin, he's my best friend," Taehyung pursed his lips at the admission, head snapping to face Jungkook.

Jungkook didn't seem fazed. "Not much changed? There will be people here who like you Taehyung," He sighed as leaned into a stretch. "Just like Jimin,"

Taehyung lifted the blanket higher, shame pricked at his skin and his cheeks tingled with heat as the idea spiraled in his mind, the reason he could never change even when everyone around him had. It was embarrassing. "I... I don't trust them anymore. I'm sorry. It's... It's me. I push people away, I get scared. I can't imagine there are many people like my nan or Jimin when everyone so far has ridiculed me. I was getting better, really... But after the news I couldn't trust anyone,"

The confession sat thick on his tongue, unfading as he chewed nervously on the muscle.

"Oh... I see,"

Taehyung reached again for his mug to find it empty, remnants of coffee grains drying to the bottom beside the last sip of coffee. "I know it's not sustainable. With my nan, I can see that now... That I need to learn to change,"

"When did you change your mind?" Jungkook pressed curiously..

Taehyung chewed on his cheek, building the confidence to speak again on the topic. "When I couldn't talk to Jimin as much I realised that putting so much on just two people isn't healthy, I tried to speak to other people,"

Jungkook hummed, urging him to continue.

"I made a new friend I think. We aren't that close but I can talk to him about some things. It was really hard but I think it's important... I understand if you don't want to deal with me anymore, I know I'm difficult and you don't have to forgive me," Taehyung uttered. "I was out of line,"

"I'll deal with you," Jungkook smiled, raising a hand to poke at his cheek.

Upon seeing his confused expression Jungkook elaborated. "I don't fully forgive you but I think understand a bit better... I'll give you another chance if you want to be friends. Last chance,"

"Friends?" Taehyung echoed weakly.

Jungkook gave a shy nod. "I'd like to be friends. You said you need to change... I like you, besides you helped me, it's fair, isn't it? You can earn my full forgiveness as we get to know each other,"

Taehyung let out a small sigh, unsure himself if it was stress or relief or most likely, both. "Yeah okay,"

Jungkook smiled brightly pushing himself up to sit properly, the blanket pooling around his hips.

Before he could speak his smile begun to fade. "Um... Taehyung? About your nan... Last night you said it was a secret. Does Jimin not know? Does your family know?"

He grunted quietly. "Um yeah, my family knows, Jimin doesn't yet. I didn't want to distract him when he was so happy getting back in touch with you. I do usually tell him important things I promise,"

Jungkook nodded softly, reaching out cautiously to take his hand, his soft fingers delicate against Taehyung's warmer more calloused skin. "It'll be okay. You're doing well, I'm sure Jimin would be proud that you've told me all this,"

Heat feathered across his cheeks and he turned away, hoping it wasn't as visible as it felt. "Jimin is easy to please," Taehyung dismissed.

Jungkook chuckled and nodded in agreement. "It's nice though, I need that optimism in my life sometimes,"

"You and I both," Taehyung cooed, relaxing into the sensation of his fingers moving in Jungkook's hold until he flipped his hand and begum tracing the crevices in his palm.

"Taehyung," Jungkook called, fingertips gliding down to his wrist, tracing tendons and veins.

"Hm?"

"So, we're friends now?"

"Mhm,"

They sat in silence for another moment before Jungkook spoke again. "Does that mean we can't... You know,"

A familiar smirk settled on Taehyung's lips at the meek suggestion and he resisted the urge to coo and pinch his cheeks, the warmth that flooded his chest rejuvenating.

They may have been friends but that didn't mean Jungkook would appreciate his full personality, he would have to go slow.

"We can do whatever we like, Jungkook," He hummed, relief finally washing over him as anxiety inducing topics appeared to fade. His heart rate already thanking him. "What would you like to do?"

A faint blush coated Jungkook's cheeks as he stared back at him. He released his wrist to instead pull away the tray, the weight shifting along his thighs until it landed on the bed with with soft thud, cutlery clanking together as it was discarded.

Taehyung watched with curious amusement as he fumbled, rearranging the plates so they were neatly stacked, ready to be washed.

When Jungkook turned to him a lump still formed in his throat, the uncertainty of their new relationship edging at the back of his mind.

But Jungkook was the same.

He moved with familiar shyness as he shuffled forwards, pupils dilated in interest. There was a newfound confidence in his nervous movements as he took the first move, a gentle hand lowering down to his thigh.

Within seconds of touching he shifted, supporting his weight on his thigh as he slid into his lap.

Taehyung wet his lips at the weight of having a man in his lap. His body fit comfortably, filling his thighs and hovering just above his head.

He let Jungkook grip loosely onto his shoulders as his hands made their way to his thighs, taking greedy fistfuls of his ass and kneading the soft flesh.

It felt nice. The softness of Jungkook's skin against his, the gentle breaths that fanned against his cheek, those lips that were so close and inviting.

"So... We can still do this?" Jungkook confirmed in a timid whisper.

"We can always do this," Taehyung murmured, a small squeak of surprise slipping from his lips as Jungkook pressed firmly against them. "Especially this," He smiled.

Jungkook pulled away, fingers sneaking down to hook at the hem of his shirt.

Taehyung felt his warm knuckles graze the skin of his stomach and sucked in a short breath. "Are you sure we should do this now?"

His hand pressed further, dimpling the skin and feeling the firm muscle beneath. "Why not? Are you not feeling well?"

Taehyung shook his head. "No, no I'm fine," He toyed with the waist band of Jungkook's joggers teasingly, biting back a smile when he lifted his hips impatiently, prompting him to remove the clothing fully, eager to rejoice in his comfort zone with the younger.

He was about to concede and tug them down when he heard a small yap.

Jungkook's lips drew into a small frown, eyes darting around the room to locate the source of the noise when he saw pulling on the edge of the bed, tightness in the sheet tugging downwards.

He peered downwards to see a small dog.

"Yeontan!" Taehyung cheered, scooping the animal into the space between them. "You met him last night, right?" His fingers threaded through the soft long fur and pulled the dog up to press a soft kiss on its small forehead.

It responded immediately, tiny tongue poking out to lap at exposed skin, tail thrashing at an impressive pace while Taehyung cooed and made faces at his companion.

The weight on his lap shifted again and he missed the short sigh his new friend let out.

It didn't go unnoticed when the small dog turned and made a pointed walk to to greet the newer person in the room.

Jungkook snorted upon seeing his disappointed, almost betrayed, expression and allowed the dog to nudge at his hands.

"I see how it is," Taehyung huffed. "Using me for my dog now huh?"

"Maybe I am," Jungkook retorted, pulling him up to hold a pose.

Taehyung sighed and smiled softly at his pet, trying his hardest to adjust to the sight of him in someone else's arms. The different way Jungkook's hands gripped the dogs torso to support his weight and hadn't yet learned his body language to respond to subtle requests.

It was easier than the first time with Jimin.

Jimin was the reason he had started hiding the dog after all.

He pondered telling Jungkook the story, unsure whether he would be interested or rather continue plaiting the long strands of fur when his phone began to vibrate.

The array of messages from Jimin meant his interview likely went well and it didn't take a second for Jungkook's phone to follow, spam causing the device to buzz uncontrollably until he picked it up.


A/n I think this might be the longest chapter yet! (6000 words)
I'm not sure when the next part will be written because I've been working on a flight attendant x passenger one shot that's taking some time.

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