Jungkook Festival

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook wearily pulls off his headphones—the day has been too long, and this stupid festival in the square only adds to the noise. Music, laughter, fairy lights, drunken shouts. He just wants to walk through the crowd and collapse into bed.

But someone grabs his wrist. A tug—and he's no longer on his way, but in the thick of it. Right in front of him is a stranger. But from the first second, he promises more than a fleeting encounter.

He smiles as if he's been waiting for an eternity. His eyes sparkle in the multicolored lights, his cheeks flushed from the champagne he's drunk or from the freedom of the evening.

“Come here,” he breathes out, not giving me time to come to my senses.

His fingers slide down Jungkook's neck, burying themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck, and he kisses him. Right here. In front of everyone.

It's hot, humid, and completely uninhibited. Jungkook smells his perfume—something bitter and sweet at the same time—and tastes strawberries on his lips. Her heart skips a beat. The crowd's screams become mere white noise. His tongue demands an answer, and his hands hold her as if Jungkook might disappear.

The stranger, Taehyung, moves away a millimeter, touching Jungkook's cheek with his nose.

"Hello. You're just in time," he whispers hoarsely.

But Jungkook, unable to say anything due to confusion, turns his head and repeats the kiss.