winter 🍰

winter 🍰

20-09-2022

04:42

#taekookau JK's been dating TH for a month when he finds his beloved getting confessed to backstage. "I didn't think you two were real," the girl stammers. "Isn't Jungkook dating that girl group member?" Jungkook waits for him to laugh—but Tae's smile slips right off his face.

➺ short ➺ hurt/comfort, fluff ➺ the setting is kinda canon but a reminder that this is fictionnn guuuyyyys

A whisper in the corner of a hallway, just loud enough for Jungkook to catch as he exits the BTS dressing room in the midst of music show preparations.

“Oh, god—look at him, Minji, he makes my heart hurt so /bad/.” “I know...did you see him in Vogue? The IG preview?” “Replayed that shit about fifty times.” “I pre-ordered the magazine as soon as it came out.”

“You have to share with me, you have to.” Another sigh of great longing and distress. “I think I’m gonna sneak him my phone number later. I don’t care that he’s /the/ Kim Taehyung, if I don’t at least try, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

The declaration is followed by quiet squeals as the voices fade off into the distance, and Jungkook scowls from where he’s hiding behind the wall, arms crossed tight over his chest.

It’s a complicated feeling: pride for the desirability of his boyfriend, and even empathy towards the girl, since Jungkook understands exactly how she feels.

But most of all, there’s jealousy churning in his stomach because after the long years and countless flings and relationships it took Jungkook to figure out his own feelings for his handsome hyung, he’s finally getting to date Taehyung now.

And here come the randos, materializing outta nowhere to try to put their flirty little acrylic-clawed paws on him.

As far as he’s aware, his and Taehyung’s relationship is an open secret in the idol world. They’ve technically only been going out for a month, but the rumours began as early as when they were still clueless, clingy kids,

gradually rising in credibility as they got older and the innocent touchiness expanded to sultry gazes and suggestive words.

He’s seen the way their ship has gained traction among their fans. If even /they/ can see how smitten Jungkook is for his hyung, he doesn’t understand where these fellow idols are getting the idea that Taehyung’s available.

For the rest of the afternoon, he sticks close to Taehyung, never letting him out of sight. He sidles over to him with a “look at this meme, hyung!” as soon as he gets his makeup done,

and runs over to pointlessly help straighten the collar of Taehyung’s stage fit after the coordi noonas have already perfected his look.

It’s not that Jungkook doesn’t trust Taehyung or whatever. It’s the principle of the matter. That people think they can confess to his boyfriend, like Jungkook isn’t loving Taehyung to pieces each and every day—it pisses him off, okay?

But naturally, as the rule of life goes, nothing ever goes according to plan and Jungkook has an in-ear issue during the practice run that he’s led off by the audio directors to fix. It’s only when he’s on his way back to the group that he remembers his mission for the day,

hurrying off to the dressing rooms. He hears them before he sees them, the voices of the pair of girls he recognizes from earlier. He ducks behind a vending machine, listening in.

“...really, really admire you, Taehyung-sunbaenim,” one of the girls is tittering, that single phrase already enough to have annoyance simmering in his gut. “You have such amazing charisma, and your singing and dancing are so good too! I really look up to you.”

“Oh, thanks,” Taehyung says with that quiet chuckle that means he’s feeling shy but pleased. Jungkook bristles. How dare these people fluster his Taehyung so easily when Jungkook struggles to even flirt coherently with him?

“Um, I know this is totally random, but...” the girl’s voice grows smaller, and Jungkook leans closer, straining to hear. “I wanted to give this to you.”

In the long pause that follows, Jungkook feels like he’ll literally explode out of his skin as he imagines every possible scenario in which Taehyung might feel obligated to accept the note. He’s on the verge of bulldozing his way out there when Taehyung finally says,

“I can’t accept this.” Jungkook closes his eyes. Exhales all the air in his lungs. His hand flies up to cover his mouth even though no one can see him, because he just knows his growing smile is the personification of evil.

“Ah,” the girl says. “O-okay.” “Yeah. Sorry.” “Could I ask the reason why?”

Taehyung looks perplexed as he says slowly, “I’m sure you’re aware, but I’m actually dating someone...” “WHAT?!”

There’s a flurry of furious whispering and quiet screams, and Jungkook feels his smile wane, a weight sinking inside him. Is it just him or did that sound like genuine surprise?

“Could we...possibly ask who it is?” the friend asks. “You seriously didn’t know?” Taehyung is clearly as flabbergasted as Jungkook feels. “It’s Jungkook.”

“Wait, what? Jeon Jungkook? From your group?” The pair are so shocked that they’ve forgotten their honorifics, and now Jungkook is genuinely starting to feel offended. Who the hell else did they think Taehyung would date other than him?

Taehyung lets out this tiny, awkward chuckle. “Yeah. Jungkookie.” “But—” the girl stammers, “isn’t he dating that girl group member? Jiyeon or something?” “No, no, I thought it was Seoyoon, wasn’t it?” her friend hisses at her.

As soon as he hears those names, Jungkook falls back against the wall and has to muffle his laugh behind his hand, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

He’s got, what, a dozen exes, and these girls choose to believe the baseless shit-stirring of third-rate gossip rags, of all things? Why?

Reining in his mirth back in, he leans far enough across the vending machine to catch a glimpse of Taehyung’s face, just so he can watch him laugh at the dumb accusations too (Taehyung’s got the most adorable laugh ever and Jungkook never wants to miss a chance)—

But he freezes when he sees the look on his boyfriend’s face. Taehyung isn’t laughing. He doesn’t look amused, or exasperated.

His lips are a tight line, and he’s doing that thing where he’s avoiding looking into anyone’s eyes because he’s upset and trying not to show it, his gaze skating over the walls.

Even the girls must be able to tell because they start blurting out apologies and excuses, about how they misunderstood since Jungkook and Taehyung don’t act all lovey-dovey in public, and how Jungkook seems sort of aloof so maybe that’s why he isn’t as affectionate—

And Jungkook doesn’t even have the presence of mind to get mad about the things being said about him because all he can see is the way Taehyung’s frown is steadily drawing lower.

“It’s not like that. Jungkook’s just a bit of a tsundere,” he says quietly, and the girls stare at him with wide eyes, like they don’t exactly believe him but know they’ve stepped on a land mime.

The awkward silence is interrupted by a manager rushing over to Taehyung to tell him BTS will be needed onstage shortly. The group disperses, and Jungkook loses his timing to reveal himself.

He watches Taehyung walk back to their dressing room with dragging feet. ---

“Hyung,” Jungkook calls when they’re getting herded into the cars after the show.

Everyone turns to him, the members and the staff, but Jungkook’s only looking at Taehyung. The elder glances at him, smiles gently and raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t immediately come over to throw an arm around Jungkook’s shoulder.

And maybe that doesn’t seem like a big deal, but Taehyung never misses an opportunity to touch Jungkook when Jungkook’s asking for his attention. It hurts more than he expected.

He hurries over, nudging Jimin away with his hip to claim his rightful spot next to Taehyung. “Hi.” “Hi.” “Want to take the same car?” “Why?” Taehyung asks.

And Jungkook almost stops walking, because what does Taehyung mean, why? Why else would Jungkook want to ride with him other than that he wants to spend time together and maybe cuddle, admire how pretty Taehyung is, the usual.

“’Cause I want to,” Jungkook barely manages to get out, the words forced out from the depths of his chest. When Taehyung merely hums in response, he feels another pang in his heart.

“’Kay,” Taehyung says, finally agreeing, but the answer came so late that Jungkook can’t be happy about it.

He spends the whole car ride wondering why Taehyung isn’t holding his hand, sneaking peeks at the back of Taehyung’s head, who’s turned away from him, facing the window. Is Taehyung mad at him or something? But Jungkook didn’t do anything. He doesn’t understand.

When they get back to the dorms, he lets the hyungs claim the showers first and hangs back, unlacing his shoes slowly to match Taehyung’s painstaking pace of undoing the buttons on his coat.

Once they’re alone at last, Jungkook clears his throat. “Hyung. Wanna sleep together tonight?”

The group hasn’t gotten around to switching rooms to accommodate their maknaes’ new relationship status, but Jungkook has never been bothered by it. Taehyung’s mostly taken to sleeping in his single room with him and that’s worked out for them well.

But for some unfathomable reason, Taehyung looks taken aback by his request today, and Jungkook is only able to meet his eyes for a second longer before he mumbles a “never mind” and scrambles off to his room,

stung by the multiple rejections. He quickly changes into his sleep clothes and burrows under his covers.

Now, Jungkook will be the first to tell you that he is not a baby.

He has his moods where he likes to be called cute or doted on, and admittedly, there are times he feels childish in comparison to the other members. But the fact of the matter is he’s a grown-ass adult,

forced into maturity earlier than he should’ve been, not some innocent little boy who cowers at the idea of—gasp—speaking to females.

On the contrary, Jungkook hasn’t been single for more than a few months at a time since he discovered his arguably unhealthy obsession with pretty faces (male, female, anywhere in between, he is very much indiscriminate with attraction).

He considers himself experienced in the mind games of romantic relationships, in the flirting, the push and pull that unfailingly ends with his partner wrapped around his pinky finger.

He knows how to be heart-squeezingly cute and how to be devastatingly sexy, and he’s always perfectly understood his own feelings for the person he’s with, whether it’s a one-night stand or something more serious.

The one exception is Taehyung. Jungkook has never felt fully in control of their relationship.

His gay awakening was actually Taehyung, who he caught making out with some guy half-naked back in his teens, but he didn’t realize the depth of his love for the older man until almost his mid-twenties.

And Jungkook isn’t saying his lack of control is necessarily a bad thing—his feelings for Taehyung are muddled sometimes in that he’s never felt so much for another person before,

and it’s difficult to parse and comprehend each of those feelings, the weight of his emotions leaving him reeling. He just wants so much that it scares him. He’s never felt this way for anyone. For the first time, the fate of his heart is out of his hands.

And now, terrifyingly, Taehyung is upset with him about something, but he genuinely has no idea what it is.

“Jungkook?” The door creaks open, letting in a sliver of light. Jungkook has retreated into his blanket burrito, wallowing in the dark, pretending not to hear Taehyung call for him.

“Jungkook-ah.” Taehyung’s speaking softly now the way he usually does, unlike the abrupt ‘why?’ from earlier that Jungkook can’t get out of his head. “You asleep?” He doesn’t respond, screwing his eyes shut.

There’s a rustling before the bed sinks under Taehyung’s weight and Jungkook feels him wrap around his back over the comforter.

“Are you sulking?” Taehyung mumbles into the blankets. “I was just surprised ‘cause you never ask, Kookie, that’s all. ‘Course I want to sleep with you.”

He tenses. Then he sticks his head out of his blanket cocoon and turns around to face Taehyung. That soft, sleepy gaze immediately sends warmth through his body, but he tries to ignore it.

“What do you mean I never ask?” he says, and Taehyung blinks at him drowsily. He looks exhausted despite their light schedule today, his under-eyes thrown in shadow.

“Y’never ask,” Taehyung slurs out, eyes slipping shut, “s’always me comin’ here...always me.”

It takes a moment for him to digest this, and before he can ask what he means, Taehyung has fallen asleep.

Jungkook watches him, heart growing heavy in his chest. He tucks Taehyung under the comforter and pulls the older man into his chest, pressing a kiss into his fluffy hair. ---

The next morning, Taehyung appears to be back to normal. It’s a day off so he stays curled up in Jungkook’s blankets until noon, and when Jungkook wanders back in to wake the sleepyhead, Taehyung tugs him back into bed and snuggles up against him.

There are so many things clamoring for his attention, but Jungkook selfishly indulges in watching his gorgeous boyfriend sleep.

He can’t stop thinking about what Taehyung said last night and how cold he acted after the music show.

Although Jungkook’s personally never pissed him off too badly, he’s seen the frightening way Taehyung can shut down in the blink of an eye, icing people out with a brazen refusal to acknowledge their existence and the occasional scathing remark.

It’s only because he’s got such a sensitive soul, though, a heart so soft and easily wounded, and Jungkook wonders if he evoked that five-second cold shoulder because he hurt Taehyung somehow without meaning to.

Later that afternoon, he’s walking past Taehyung’s room to grab a drink from the kitchen when he stops at the sound of his voice.

“—dumbest thing happened to me the other day,” Taehyung sighs. Something about the tone makes Jungkook tiptoe closer to the half-open door. He can hear another person speaking, probably on a video call.

“Yeah, some girl asked me out.” A snort. “But, like, I’m dating Jungkookie, doesn’t everyone know that?” “Oh,” the other person says, and Jungkook gets a deja-vu of the night before when those two girls sounded so damn surprised to hear the news, too.

Taehyung is quiet for a moment. “Wait...hyung? You...didn’t know I was dating Jungkook? I talk about him so much. I’m always gushing about him.”

A smile creeps on to Jungkook’s face, but the friend’s response quickly makes it fall. “I’m sorry, Tae, honestly—I thought you guys were just really close and that maybe you had a, uh, crush on him?”

Taehyung laughs, grim, almost wary sound. “I literally told you he took me on a date last week.” “I don’t know, I guess—I thought you meant, like, friend date.”

The silence between them sits thick and heavy, and Jungkook can feel the confusion and frustration radiating from Taehyung’s back. Jungkook is equally lost. Although they didn’t officially announce their relationship to anyone outside of their closest friends,

he thought they were obvious enough in their interactions both on and off camera, not to mention that information like this usually spreads like wildfire among the idols.

“So...you guys really are dating? Like, you’re exclusive?” the friend asks, as though he can’t believe his ears. “Yeah,” Taehyung says shortly. “Is he treating you well, Taehyung-ah?” “What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just.” The guy hesitates. “Sorry if I’m overstepping, but you know how much I care about you. Jungkook—doesn’t exactly have the best reputation dating-wise, right? I mean, we all know he’s not as innocent as he looks,

he switches partners so quickly, and they’re always really pretty, and—to be honest, isn’t he, sort of, I don’t know, cold to you—”

“Hyung,” Taehyung says. “I have to go.” “What? Wait—”

With his heart frozen solid in his chest, Jungkook watches Taehyung sit there with slumped shoulders, staring into space.

His stomach hurts. He wants to go and do something, anything that will wipe that blank, dead look off of Taehyung’s face, but he doesn’t even know what he can do.

For one, he’s mad at whoever the hell that was for implying he doesn’t treat Taehyung well just because Jungkook has a longer list of exes than maybe the average person. That doesn’t mean he loves Taehyung any less, or that he doesn’t cherish him.

In fact, his love for Taehyung far surpasses the feelings he had for all of his past lovers combined. The people of his past were an obsession to him. He was attracted to them, infatuated by their faces or bodies or the charisma they gave off;

he wanted them and was lucky enough to get them, but like his latest favourite song or snack food, the excessive consumption eventually became sickening.

When he let them go, it was with nothing more than vague guilt and the knowledge that he was probably the same to them as they were to him: a tool of youthful passion, an outlet for desire, a sprinkle of exhilaration in their stressful lives as idols.

To be a former girlfriend or boyfriend of Jeon Jungkook, member of BTS—Jungkook doesn’t want to be bigheaded, but he’s aware the title is one to flaunt.

And Taehyung is anything but an obsession. The attraction that buzzes over Jungkook’s skin, the sexual tension, they’re still there like it was for his exes except maybe magnified by a thousand times because Taehyung isn’t only smoking hot.

He’s magnetic. Jungkook could spend a whole day watching him and he’d be having the time of his life. Even putting all that aside, there is no one in the world Jungkook enjoys spending time with more,

and the most frustrating thing about that is, Jungkook can’t form proper sentences to express this part of his love, because this is new to him.

Maybe if he were more eloquent, they wouldn’t be in this situation. Seeing how upset Taehyung has become from a handful of careless words, Jungkook feels sick.

He wonders if Taehyung also finds him cold. But he can’t help it, his personality is just a little bit more uptight when it comes to showing affection and it’s especially bad with Taehyung because Jungkook still gets nervous around him.

He loses his opportunity to do anything when a shout comes from the kitchen, Seokjin calling that their takeout has arrived. Taehyung is quiet throughout dinner, and Jungkook can barely stomach his food. ---

It’s Taehyung’s turn to do the dishes today. Jungkook watches him silently for a while, psyching himself up before he sneaks over and presses up against Taehyung’s back, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“What, Chim?” Taehyung hums. Jungkook scowls. His arms come up to wrap tightly around Taehyung’s waist.

“Jimin-hyung’s too short to reach your shoulder,” he says bitterly, and he feels Taehyung start a little in his arms.

God, is it really so surprising for Jungkook to initiate physical contact? Maybe this was easier before they got together since Jungkook’s more self-conscious now, but still.

“Oh, sorry, Kookie.” Taehyung sounds amused. “...Wait, that’s not true, Jimin can reach my shoulder.” “Yeah, if he /struggles/.”

Taehyung giggles against his chest, and Jungkook has to force back his own smile. He leans down, rubbing his face in the hollow of Taehyung’s neck. “Hyung...” “Hm?”

“What are you doing later?” “I don’t know, I was thinking of going to sleep early.” “Oh.” Jungkook deflates, and Taehyung must sense his disappointment.

“Why do you ask?” “Wanted to start a new drama with you.” Taehyung’s hands slow over their dish-scrubbing and Jungkook can tell he’s wavering, but he doesn’t want to force Taehyung to stay up if he’s tired.

“It’s cool,” he adds quickly, “let’s just cuddle and go to sleep together?” “Mmm, okay.”

As they make their way down the hall, he insists on clinging to Taehyung, and as they brush their teeth side-by-side, he allows himself to be more open than usual about his fond staring through the mirror. Taehyung glances at him a couple times, curious with a tinge of shy.

Normally when they sleep, Taehyung drags Jungkook into his chest and curls up around his back, but today, Jungkook decides to be the big spoon, engulfing Taehyung in his arms.

“What’s up with you?” Taehyung mumbles into his pillow. “Bein’ all affectionate with me today.” The words feel like a knife to his heart. Has he really been that unaffectionate?

“Just ‘cause,” he replies softly, because he doesn’t know what to say to solve whatever this is. Taehyung falls asleep shortly, but Jungkook lies awake for hours, pondering over whether he’s been failing at making Taehyung feel loved. ---

While the confused pleasure that Jungkook is met with every time he runs a hand up Taehyung’s back or sits in his lap or pulls him into a hug is, objectively, adorable, the implication behind it is so heart-wrenching that Jungkook can’t bring himself to be anything but hurt.

He’ll admit he’s probably been overdoing the touchiness the past couple of days. But surely not to the extent that Taehyung has to stall every time he laces their fingers together on the way to the car, or other equally minor things like that.

One day, he catches Taehyung scrolling through a trending ship hashtag of Jungkook with one of the other 97ers, his expression blank, and something small and fragile inside Jungkook dies.

He doesn’t know how to make Taehyung feel better. Taehyung’s never shown that he cared about that stuff before, so why is he paying it mind now? Ever since that girl’s stupid confession last week,

he hasn’t been reaching out to Jungkook anymore either, not emotionally or physically, and Jungkook thinks he’d be downright touch-starved if he wasn’t going out of his way to initiate all of their cuddles.

It's eye-opening. This revelation that, perhaps, Jungkook does normally act more cold than he means to. Not only that, but he’s realizing now how spoiled he’s been by Taehyung’s touchiness. Because Taehyung seeks him out, Jungkook never has to be the one to go to him.

His heart aches thinking about how his inability to express himself probably makes Taehyung feel the exact same way he does right now.

To his frustration, the internet is unhelpful at providing the answers he’s looking for, so he turns to the five other most reliable sources in his life.

“How do I show someone I like them?” Yoongi echoes, scratching his neck. “Dunno. I make them food. Send them songs that remind me of them.”

Well, that advice doesn’t really help Jungkook when he regularly makes Taehyung food already—gourmet by their standards, let’s be real, because he loves how deliciously Taehyung eats and how cutely grateful he gets—and they literally share playlists, so.

“I try to be a good, active listener,” is Namjoon’s two cents. “So they know I care.” And that’s a good one, obviously, but Jungkook thinks he and Taehyung have plenty of deep talks about virtually everything but their relationship... Oh. Right. But—talking’s just so /awkward/.

“Do small, nice things for them!” Hoseok says brightly. Jungkook nods. He can do that. “Sing him a song,” Jimin suggests. “We all know Taehyung loooves your voice.” “This isn’t about Taehyungie-hyung,” he grumbles.

“Spend more time with him,” says Seokjin. "Game with him, Tae’s favourite thing to do is gaming with you.” “I said it’s not about Tae!” Jungkook whines, and he stomps out amidst their coos of ‘young love.’

The one about doing small, nice stuff, at least, is something that comes naturally to him, so he does. When Taehyung makes instant ramen and leaves the pot soaking in the sink, he goes and washes it for him. When Taehyung has an early schedule,

Jungkook makes sure to get up before his alarm can blare through his sleep and wakes him with a hug and soft cheek kisses instead.

Truly, he is doing his best, and he thinks he’s starting to see the fruits of his labour in the way Taehyung smiles at him extra gently every time he does something nice, how his whole face brightens and his eyes sparkle like diamonds.

It all comes to a head one day when Jungkook stops by the couch behind Taehyung, who’s on Twitter scrolling through Jimin fanart, to give him a nice scalp massage.

At first, Taehyung leans into him, relaxing, but a few minutes in, he’s nudging Jungkook’s hands away and turning around with a crooked smile.

“Alrighty,” he drawls. “Spit it out.” Jungkook awkwardly takes his hands back, sticking them in his pockets. “Spit what out?”

Taehyung chuckles. He puts his phone aside and fully turns to face Jungkook, chin propped on the back of the couch, head tilted cutely. “What did you do?” Jungkook stares blankly. “What?”

“Why are you being so nice to me lately? Did you do something? Let me guess, you accidentally threw one of my silk shirts in the laundry again?”

Taehyung is looking at him like he’s got Jungkook all figured out, ready to forgive and accept any apology Jungkook will give him, however shitty it may be, and.

The tugging feeling in Jungkook’s chest that has become familiar in the past week feels like spiked chains around his heart, this time.

In a burst of emotion, a jumbled mess of irritation, hurt, and that terrible feeling of being wrongfully accused of something, he grabs Taehyung by the arm and pulls him from the couch.

“Wha—” Taehyung gasps as he lets himself get dragged into Jungkook’s room. Jungkook slams the door shut behind them loudly enough to make Taehyung jump, but his touch is carefully delicate as he brings the elder over to the bed and sits him down on it.

Taehyung watches him pace back and forth across the room with wide eyes, until Jungkook finally comes to a stop in front of him, swallowing hard.

“Hyung,” he says, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady. “Am I a bad boyfriend?” Taehyung goes still. “What?” he breathes.

A stone sinks into Jungkook’s stomach, cold and hard. “I’m a bad boyfriend. I have to be.” “What are you talking about?”

He drops to a squat in front of Taehyung and rubs his hands over his face, growling in frustration at himself. A brush of fingers on his wrists stops him, and he looks up to find Taehyung gazing down at him in concern.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Taehyung asks, brows furrowed and lower lip sticking out. “You’re not a bad boyfriend. Why would you think that?”

Even after all the thought Jungkook has put into his self-reflection these past several days, he still struggles to find the words to explain, and he hates himself a little bit for it, especially as the backs of his eyes are already beginning to sting.

“Hyung...” He breathes out slowly. “You know I love you, right? Like, I love you so much.”

Taehyung’s grip around Jungkook’s wrist loosens. His eyes grow round as saucers. “You mean...romantically?” he asks, a whisper. “That’s a big word to use, Jungkook-ah...we’ve only been dating for a month...”

Jungkook splutters. “What—obviously I love you!” He grabs Taehyung’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You think I would’ve asked you out if I wasn’t sure I wanted to be with you forever and ever?

I wasn’t gonna risk our band dynamics just for some fling with you, hyung, don’t be dumb!” When Taehyung’s eyes lower and Jungkook can practically see the way his puppy dog ears are drooping, he immediately regrets his outburst. He could have said that in a nicer way.

“Sorry,” Taehyung mumbles. “Um, to be completely honest, I didn’t think you put that much thought into it.” “You mean about asking you out?” “Yeah.” “Huh? But I...oh.”

A missing piece of the puzzle slowly falls into place. Part of Jungkook wants to be mad, but he also can’t blame Taehyung for that misunderstanding because a game of drunk truth-or-dare is what got them together,

where Jungkook asked Taehyung if there was anyone he liked (yes, like a goddamn preteen), and when Taehyung said yes he got so wildly jealous that he demanded Taehyung go on a date with him so he could see how good they’d be together,

and then Taehyung clumsily confessed that the one he liked was /Jungkook/, and Jungkook declared, that that was all the more reason for them to go on a date, and somehow they just...fell into the role of boyfriends.

“It wasn’t only ’cause of the truth or dare,” Jungkook tells him, peering up into his eyes. He shuffles closer, slotting himself between Taehyung’s legs, and gives Taehyung’s hands a squeeze.

“By that point, I had already been brainstorming all the ways I could ask you out...but that obviously backfired.”

“Oh,” Taehyung says. There’s a tiny bud of a smile on his petal lips, growing wider and wider, blooming like a flower, and Jungkook watches on, entranced. “Oh—I see.” Jungkook pouts. “Is that why you were looking up my ship hashtags?”

Instantly, the tips of Taehyung’s ears flush bright red and he looks away, lip pulled between his teeth. “Dunno what you’re talking about,” he lies blatantly. But when Jungkook glowers at him, he hastily confesses,

“okay, I’m sorry, it’s not like I searched them up on purpose, they were trending and I didn’t mean to but I ended up clicking it—”

“I love you, hyung,” Jungkook whines loudly. He doesn’t know why he couldn’t have said this earlier, but the confession comes to him so easily now that he’s seen how happy it made Taehyung. “I’m sorry I’m bad at showing it, but—”

Taehyung’s head snaps back to him, a frown etched between his brows. “Stop, I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. Are you kidding me?” He huffs, frustrated and ashamed. “Every time I touched you, you acted like I was giving you the best present ever. And I tried doing nice things for you too, but you thought it was only because I d-did something bad...”

All of a sudden, a sob is building in his chest, pushing up his throat, and he presses his lips together hard, trying to force it back down. When none of that seems to be able to stop the tears gathering in his eyes, he releases Taehyung’s hands to hide his face,

and he hears Taehyung’s breath hitch before he lets out a small, wounded sound, surging down to cup Jungkook’s cheeks in his hands.

“Oh, no, baby, please don’t cry,” he gasps, stroking Jungkook’s face. He slides off the bed and lands on his knees on the floor, throwing his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders.

“Hyung is so sorry. It’s my fault, Kookie. I didn’t want to ask you if—if you loved me or whatever because that just puts you in a position where you kinda have to say yes, so I...left my insecurities to rot.”

Jungkook presses his wet face into Taehyung’s shoulder, trying to muffle his crying. “But why,” he blubbers. Taehyung’s fingers sift through his hair, soothing him.

“We just have different love languages, and that’s okay,” he sighs. “I can feel your care whenever you do things for me. I was just—” he sucks in a breath, pulls Jungkook closer,

“I think I just always assumed that my feelings for you were stronger than yours for me, so when people pointed it out, it hurt. To have an outsider confirm your fears like that.”

“Well, that’s stupid, ‘cause I love you,” Jungkook sniffles into Taehyung’s shoulder. It feels like ‘I love you’ is the only thing he can say, and he needs so badly for Taehyung to understand.

To his relief, Taehyung finally seems to get it, because he kisses the top of his head and says into his hair, “I know, baby. I love you, too, so much. Just—for a second, I was blinded by self-doubt.”

Jungkook hugs Taehyung a little harder, pressing a kiss to the warm skin of his neck. He thinks about what Taehyung said earlier, the thing about love languages. He knows what they are but he supposes he never put much importance into that sort of thing.

Maybe he’s always assumed that if he loved someone, they would know, because there’s this whole shitshow pandemonium thing going on in his heart, so big and messy that it never occurred to him he wouldn’t be outwardly obvious.

“What’s your love language, hyung?” he mumbles. “Hm? I think...physical touch. And,” for some reason, Taehyung sounds embarrassed, “words of affirmation.” “Oh.”

“I know you lean more towards acts of service. That’s fine.” Taehyung laughs, shaking his head like he’s remembering something hilarious. “I could feel how hard you were trying, and it was adorable, and I loved it. So you don’t have to force yourself to be touchy or anything—”

Jungkook shoves himself off of the damp spot he’s made on Taehyung’s shoulder, scowling hard. “I’m not forcing myself to be touchy!” he snaps. He’s so tired of getting all these labels slapped on him,

the guy who goes around breaking hearts left and right and who looks all stoic and apparently fucking acts /cold/ to the love of his life? No. No more of that shit.

“I /like/ that you’re so touchy, hyung!” His voice is probably loud enough to be heard outside, but he doesn’t give a flying fuck right now. “I want to touch you all the time too!

My brain is all, like, mushy love song BGM twenty-four seven but I’m awkward and /lazy/ and you always come and be touchy with me first so I never have to initiate anything! That’s all! I /like/ it! Okay?!”

Taehyung gawks at him as if he’s sprouted another head, arms hanging loose around Jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook stares him down like it’s a fight, and maybe it is, because although rumors hurt,

nothing is worse than having his own boyfriend believe that Jungkook doesn’t crave his expressions of affection like oxygen.

“So I’m...not too much?” Taehyung asks, small and vulnerable, a tremor in his voice.

Jungkook cups his face and brings his eyes up. “Who the hell told you that?” he fumes. “I’ve been letting you bite me since I was fifteen, do you really think I wouldn’t have made you stop if I didn’t like it?”

Taehyung blinks at him, three times in quick succession, and then three more. He nods. “Right,” he says. A single tear overflows, sliding down his cheek, and Jungkook’s heart breaks.

“No no no, hyungie, no,” he whimpers, wiping it away and kissing Taehyung on the tip of his nose.

“You’re right. I—” Taehyung laughs wetly, closing his hands over Jungkook’s. “I shouldn’t have paid any attention to what other people said.” “You still haven’t told me who those bitches were.”

Taehyung lets out another laugh. He turns up his face to let Jungkook wipe away his tears, and he’s so pretty that Jungkook is drawn into him like a moth to flame, their noses bumping before he registers what he’s doing.

Taehyung gives him that look that never fails to turn him into a puddle, and then he closes the inch between them, kissing Jungkook with a sigh. His lips taste salty, but also like relief, and hope.

“From now on, you have to tell me if I’m making you feel bad,” Jungkook whispers between the soft pecks. Taehyung hums. “You, too.” “I will.”

Their eyes flutter open, and they stare at each other, noses pressed together, lips brushing. With their limbs tangled, breaths warm in the nonexistent space between them, it’s like they’re in a bubble,

a little world of their own. So safe, the way Taehyung has always made him feel. “Are you uncomfortable with being affectionate in public?” Taehyung asks him quietly.

Jungkook hesitates. “A bit,” he admits. Part of it is emotional constipation, another part is because he and Taehyung were family before they were boyfriends,

and it’s hard to change the way he acts with someone who’s been by his side three hundred-sixty days of every year for the past nine years.

He has zero problem with physical affection in private, but if it’s outward displays that Taehyung wants... “I can do it,” he says, determined. “I can. I’ll get used to it—”

“No.” Taehyung sounds firm enough that Jungkook’s mouth immediately snaps shut. It stays shut, because he’s stunned silent by just how gorgeous his boyfriend’s smile is, an ear-to-ear grin with shyly averted eyes.

“It doesn’t matter what other people think of our relationship.” Taehyung shrugs. “They’ll always talk. As long as I know how you feel, nothing else matters. And I do know now.”

With reddening cheeks, Taehyung pulls him in by the collar, and Jungkook’s eyes fall to half-mast as his lips part, gently slotting with Taehyung’s.

“I love you,” Taehyung whispers. Apparently that’s all Jungkook needs for the pain of the last week to evaporate into thin air, replaced by a warmth in his chest that spreads through the rest of the body, out to the very tips of his fingers and toes.

“I love you too,” he whispers back. ---

“Arms around each other, please. Great, looking good, gentlemen!” The photographer crouches down, angling the camera upwards. “Jungkook-ssi, if you could get a little closer to Taehyung-ssi—that’s right. Closer, closer.”

Jungkook obeys, leaning stiffly into Taehyung’s space and trying not to look as self-conscious as he feels.

“Put your faces together, don’t be shy!” the photographer continues, the flash near-blinding. At least they distract Jungkook from how good Taehyung smells up close and how badly he wants to just...fall forward and...face-plant in his hair—

“Jungkook-ssi, you look a little, er, cold. Smile, please, I promise we’ll be done soon!” “Tsundere,” Jimin coughs, and Jungkook catches Taehyung’s smirk out of the corner of his eye.

“Please, you should see how clingy he is behind closed doors,” Taehyung boasts under his breath. The last shots finish right in time for everyone to turn and leer at Jungkook.

He flushes all the way up to the top of his head and sends a little pretend-glare in his boyfriend’s direction to mask how the shameless declaration made his heart expand two sizes. Taehyung winks, puckering his lips in a kiss, and Jungkook looks away, flustered.

After the shoot, when the members are dispersing to get changed and Jungkook no longer feels like he’s under ten billion watchful eyes, he waddles over to Taehyung who’s checking his solo shots.

“You’re so slow,” he complains, bumping their shoulders together.

“Quiet, I was the last to go,” Taehyung says absentmindedly. The photographer points something out on the photo and Taehyung shifts closer to the monitor, one hand in his pocket. His other hand, the one closer to Jungkook, hangs at his side.

Jungkook stares down at it, contemplative. They’re modeling hoodies and sweatshirts today, oversized ones with too-long sleeves. Taehyung’s got his rolled up, but Jungkook’s aren’t, and he takes the opportunity to lean in more as if he’s checking the photos too,

nestling into Taehyung’s side to hide the way he swallows Taehyung’s hand into his sleeve. Then he links their fingers together. His cheeks ache with how hard he’s holding back his smile of self-satisfaction.

Taehyung is still speaking to the photographer, his face not moving an inch as he curls his middle and ring fingers over Jungkook’s knuckles, signing an “I love you” against his hand.

Jungkook signs it back. He watches the corners of Taehyung’s mouth turn up in a smile that he knows has nothing to do with how well the photos turned out.

And if Taehyung calls him a clingy baby that night when they’re curled up together in bed, which Jungkook only further proves by pushing Taehyung’s grinning face into his neck,

mumbling a heartfelt “shut up” into Taehyung’s hair that they both know is just another love confession— That’s nobody’s business but their own.

— end sorry that took a while! life is hectic these days and im a lil overwhelmed but writing has been my comfort 💜 hope u enjoyed~if u did, and u are interested, a kofi would be so very much appreciated! 💜 back to 🐰koo now😂



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