Jungkook (rain)

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Rain pounded the café's glass, turning the streetlights into blurry watercolors. Taehyung sipped his cold cappuccino and glanced at his watch. Eight-thirty. It had been half an hour since his shift ended.

He still held out hope. It was stupid, after that fight, after those words, but he kept an eye on every car slowing to the curb. Especially Jungkook's silver sedan.

The car appeared like a ghost from a shroud of water, smoothly rolling up to the café. Taehyung's heart sank, a stupid, treacherous wave of warmth flooding his chest. He reached for his bag.

But the car stopped not at the main entrance, but a little further on, at the edge of the roof, where their neighbor, Minho, was hiding from the rain. The one whose "innocent" friendship with Jungkook had started yesterday's scandal. The one whose gaze on Taehyung was always a little too appraising, a little too knowing.

Taehyung froze, his hand gripping the handle of his bag until his knuckles turned white. He watched as Minho, as if he'd been waiting for this, smiled and stepped toward the car. The passenger door swung open, bathing the interior in yellow light. For a moment, Taehyung saw Jungkook's profile behind the wheel—focused, impenetrable.

Both the profile and the light disappeared, the door slammed. The car, without a second's hesitation, smoothly pulled away and disappeared into the gray, rainy gloom.

Taehyung remained seated, a paper mug sticky with sweat in his hand. The clink of dishes, the laughter at the next table, the hiss of the coffee machine—it all washed over him at once, deafening and unreal. A chill that hadn't been there a moment ago seeped under his skin.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. One message and a small credit increase. From Jungkook:

– Order yourself a taxi.

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