Taehyung (brother's friend)

The morning was no different, except that he came again. Taehyung. Brother's friend. Chronic headache of this house.

I went into the kitchen to get some water, hoping to slip in unnoticed. But as soon as my bare feet touched the tiles, a velvety voice rang out:

“Oh, the younger one is awake,” Taehyung drawled, not looking up from his coffee. “When was the last time you combed your hair?”

I barely held back a sigh. The brother laughed:

• Good morning, Jungkook. Don't pay attention, he's just...

“…jealous,” Taehyung added with a grin.

— To what? To the fact that my face is normal?

The brother choked with laughter. Taehyung looked at me lazily, almost predatorily.

• You're too spicy for the morning, baby. Do you want coffee or are you afraid of growing up?

I came up to him and took the mug. Our eyes met. Something flashed in his eyes – quickly, almost imperceptibly.

"I'm not a kid," I muttered. "I'm just not into twenty-four-year-olds with expensive perfume and dumb jokes."

• Oh, you even remembered my age. Touching.

I wanted to answer, but my brother slapped us on the shoulders:

• Enough. Or are you going to measure your brains again?

I took a sip silently. Taehyung was still looking. No longer mockingly. As if he was waiting for something.

When his brother came out, he came closer and whispered:

• When you're angry, your eyes darken. It's beautiful, you know?