Jungkook rose and mountains

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung stood by the panoramic window, watching the airplane lights fade into the sunset haze. He couldn't hear footsteps, but he could smell the familiar scent of cologne.

“Don’t look back,” Jungkook’s voice sounded with that firmness that always appeared when he had finally decided on something.

Taehyung felt a hand rest on his palm and saw a single red rose. He wanted to ask why, but Jungkook beat him to it.

• This is your ticket.

Behind them, beyond the reception desks, the noise of the metropolis, which held Taehyung in its embrace of obligation, faded. Jungkook stepped closer, taking the rose and placing it in the breast pocket of Taehyung's shirt.

Taehyung sighed, feeling the petals brush against his skin through the fabric of his shirt. Jungkook took his wrist and led him to the exit onto the airfield, where a private jet waited. Jungkook worked hard and neglected football to earn money.

"Where are we going?" Taehyung breathed out, looking at Jungkook's silhouette.

"To your mountains," Jungkook answered simply. "I promised you the sky, but you always had to look down to the ground."

As the landing gear lifted off the runway, Taehyung pressed himself against the window. Jungkook sat down next to him and pulled a small photograph from his pocket—an old snapshot of Taehyung as a boy, standing against the backdrop of mountain peaks.

“We’ll make it by dawn,” Jungkook whispered.