Jungkook glanced at the clock-10 p.m. ticked away in the stillness of the room. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he picked up his phone and ordered dinner. His eyes darted to the door, half-expecting it to open. Frustration gnawed at him, and he stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night breeze brushing against his skin.

"Did I go too far earlier?" he muttered under his breath, his fingers gripping the railing. He let out a deep sigh. "But he always acts so immature. How can I not lose my patience?"

His thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of the door clicking open. Startled, Jungkook turned back and froze. Standing in his room was a figure draped in a black burka. His brows knitted in confusion as he took a cautious step forward.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice sharp but wary.

A deep voice replied from within the veil, "You'll never see my face again."

Jungkook blinked, his tension dissolving as he recognized the familiar tone. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This kid..."

Taehyung revealed himself dramatically, tossing the burka's edge like a fairy-tale princess. Jungkook shook his head, forgetting all about his earlier annoyance. A small smile tugged at his lips as laughter bubbled up. "What on earth are you doing, Tae?"

"Keeping you on your toes," Taehyung said with a playful smirk, settling into a chair. "Now, where's dinner?"

The food arrived soon after, and the two sat down to eat. Jungkook eyed Taehyung, who was still wrapped in the burka. "How are you planning to eat like that?"

Taehyung lifted the cloth just enough to take a bite, then let it fall back in place, all while pointing a warning finger at Jungkook. "You'll never see my face. Ever."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, amused. "Where did you even get this?"

"None of your business," Taehyung replied, mouth full of food.

Jungkook leaned back, observing him with a faint smile. But his gaze drifted to the eyes peeking through the veil-those eyes. He found himself staring, lost in their depth, their beauty. Something stirred in his chest, a bittersweet ache he couldn't ignore.

Taehyung noticed Jungkook's silence and

glanced up. "What are you staring at?"

Jungkook shook his head, brushing it off with a nervous chuckle. "Nothing. Just eat."

But even as they ate in comfortable silence, Jungkook couldn't tear his thoughts away. Those eyes weren't his to admire. They belonged to someone else, someone who had already claimed Taehyung's heart. The thought weighed heavily on him, and yet he couldn't stop himself from stealing glances.

Taehyung finished his meal, still oblivious to the storm brewing inside Jungkook. He stood up, adjusting the burka like a prince fixing his cape. "Alright, I'm off. Don't stay up too late thinking about me, Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook chuckled despite the ache in his chest. "You wish, Kim Taehyung."

As Taehyung left the room, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, staring at the empty plate across from him. The laughter they'd shared lingered in the air, but so did the unspoken feelings Jungkook knew he couldn't express. Those beautiful eyes haunted him, a reminder of what he couldn't have.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're impossible, Tae," he whispered to himself, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.

***********

"What happened, hyung?" Soobin asked as he took a seat next to Jimin. His curious eyes studied Jimin's unusually quiet demeanor. "You look off after meeting Uncle."

Jimin forced a small smile, brushing off the concern. "Nothing, kiddo… Just…" He sighed, his voice trailing off.

"Did he call?" Soobin asked hesitantly, leaning closer.

"Who? Tae?" Soobin nodded knowingly, a smile playing on his lips. "He’s making sure that lady gets treated at the hospital. He explained everything so passionately."

Jimin chuckled lightly, though the tiredness in his eyes didn’t fade. "That’s Taehyung for you. Always going above and beyond."

Just then, Soobin turned toward the door, his attention caught by a sound. "I think noona is here," he said, standing up to check.

Left alone, Jimin leaned back against the couch, his head resting on the soft cushions. Closing his eyes slowly, he whispered to himself, "Taehyung… I promise, you’ll never lose again. Whatever happens, I’ll be with you."