Jungkook idolizes kitty

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook is kneeling. Right in the middle of the sidewalk. The paint on his old, rattling Toyota, which he affectionately calls "Bug," is peeling, and the bumper is held on by a thread and duct tape. But the car doesn't matter right now.

Taehyung's feet are important. White sneakers, dusty. An ankle peeking out from under rolled-up jeans.

"You've been sitting in a stuffy classroom all day," Jungkook's voice is hoarse, painfully devoted. "Your legs are tired."

He leans down and kisses the ankle bone. Taehyung flinches, but doesn't pull his foot away.

• Jungkook, get up. People are looking.

• Let them look. I have to pick you up.

Jungkook lifts his head, and his eyes are filled with a whole universe of adoration. He doesn't just love Taehyung. He breathes him. He remembers the way Taehyung fixes his hair, the way he bites his lip when he thinks about the scent of his neck after a shower.

Two hours ago, Jungkook was standing by Grandma Park's flowerbed. She was cursing loudly and waving her walking stick. But he still picked three peonies.

"Get in," Jungkook opens the door for him. The rusty hinge creaks like something alive. "I'll take you home. I'll feed you."

He gets behind the wheel, places his hand on Taehyung's knee and holds it there until the Beetle starts on the fifth try.

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers as they stop at a red light. “You know.”