Taehyung

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Inside the old apartment, Taehyung, a friend of Jungkook's father, sat at the table. He had a rough, unkempt beard and was fresh out of prison, with dark circles under his eyes and a piercing gaze.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Taehyung's voice was low and hoarse. He looked up, a tired smile frozen in his eyes.

Jungkook walked in, trying not to show his pounding heart. He saw Taehyung nervously running his fingers over his jaw, as if he'd forgotten it was no longer smooth.

Jungkook met his gaze boldly, grinning in response. He could already sense the heaviness emanating from the older man—the scent of prison, freedom, and despair. He saw Taehyung clutching his mug, and how the shadows of his stubble made his gaze even more piercing.

"Your beard isn't just a detail," Jungkook said quietly, sitting down opposite her. "It's what I need."

Taehyung grinned and shook his head. He knew this was the son of an old friend, brash, handsome, and far too brave for his age.

Jungkook extended his hand, hovering a millimeter from Taehyung's face. Taehyung leaned down slowly, and his beard brushed against Jungkook's fingers, leaving a hard, burning, invisible mark.

• What do you know about life, boy?