Jungkоok

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung rarely saw Jungkook, but those encounters were burned into his memory like vivid flashes. In Taehyung's eyes, Jungkook, his father's friend, was the epitome of perfection: a grown man with a slight, almost adolescent mischief in his eyes, a warm smile, and a dreamy nature. He always treated Taehyung with reverence, respecting invisible boundaries, which only strengthened the younger man's attraction.

This evening was unusual for Taehyung. Usually energetic and sociable, he preferred the solitude of the riverbank. He drank in the dark until the city lights became blurry spots on the black velvet of the night. When the time came, his feet carried him not home, but to Jungkook. Taehyung walked on a drunken whim, convinced that he belonged there.

When the door opened, a sleepy Jungkook appeared on the threshold. He looked at Taehyung with drunken eyes and, without question, opened the door wider.

"Taehyung? What happened?" Jungkook's voice was quiet and concerned. He grabbed Taehyung's elbow and led him inside. He helped him take off his shoes without asking any questions.

While Taehyung lay down on the cool sheets, Jungkook quietly cleared the nightstand and closed the curtains, creating darkness. As he was about to leave, Taehyung grabbed his wrist.

"Don't go... Stay here," Taehyung whispered hoarsely. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but his consciousness clung to the sincere, uninhibited Jungkook.

Jungkook froze. His gaze darted to Taehyung's clouded eyes. A gentle smile touched the corners of his lips. He pulled his hand away, but gently ran his palm over Taehyung's forehead, smoothing his hair back.

"Sleep, Taehyung. You're an adult now, you can handle this, right?"