Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung spent three hours in front of the mirror, lost in the quiet whirl of his own thoughts. He tucked every strand of his hair, checked the collar of his sweater, the angle of the light on his cheekbone. All for one short phrase he hoped to hear from his boyfriend, Jungkook. He wasn't expecting praise or poetry. Just a neutral, "You look beautiful." He couldn't hope for more, though the reflection in the mirror spoke for itself—he looked more than just good. He looked stunning.

Stepping out into the hallway, he paused at the threshold of the living room, suddenly overcome by a strange uncertainty. His fingers nervously fiddled with the cuff of his sweater.

"Gookie, I'm ready," his voice came out quieter than he'd intended. He immediately bit his lower lip, as if trying to catch and push back that note of weakness.

Jungkook looked up from his phone. His gaze slid over Taehyung—quick, assessing, indifferent. He chuckled briefly, almost imperceptibly. And then he simply turned away, bending down to put on his shoes.

"Finally," his voice was low, with a slight, familiar irritation somewhere at the bottom. "Couldn't it have taken even longer to get ready?"

He clicked the lock on his shoe and, without looking, poked at his phone, calling a taxi so that he could finally head to the unfortunate movie theater that Taehyung himself had invited him to.