Jungkook the sommelier

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook, wearing a black tailcoat, moved behind the oak counter of the wine cellar, polishing a crystal glass. The door swung open, admitting a stranger. Taehyung sank into the high chair opposite, his sunken eyes rimmed with purple shadows, his shoulders hunched with the weight of long periods of insomnia.

“I want to forget everything,” he muttered.

The sommelier's gaze lingered on
He glanced at the guest's cheekbones, then turned to the shelf where a dark, unlabeled bottle lay dozing in the semi-darkness. He pushed one glass toward Taehyung and kept the other for himself, but didn't drink it—he merely watched as the guest timidly touched his lips to the glass.

The first sip burned with cherry acidity. The second revealed something different: truffle notes rose from the depths, and the finish surprised with dark chocolate and a hint of tobacco. Taehyung's eyes watered—warm moisture rolled down his cheek, disappearing into the collar of his shirt.

Jungkook took the glass from him and placed a glass of clear water on the counter. His fingers briefly covered his guest's trembling hand—an almost weightless touch, full of silent understanding.

"I'm not revealing any secrets. But I'm sure you feel better now." The slight smile on the corner of Jungkook's lips promised something better than the desire to rewrite his life.