Jungkook.

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Exclamations. "Stuck together."

Jungkook and Taehyung couldn't be further apart than an arm's length. If they were walking down the hallway—their fingers were intertwined. If they were sitting in a cafe—Taehyung would inevitably touch Jungkook's leg with his knee. Even when Jungkook was working on his laptop, Taehyung would settle in beside him, resting his head on his shoulder and purring softly.

They were seen together everywhere: in the kitchen, where Taehyung hugged the alpha from behind while he fried eggs; in the living room, where they lay in a heap on the sofa, legs entwined; even in the bathroom, where Jungkook patiently washed the foam off Taehyung, while the latter sleepily nuzzled his nose into his neck.

"Aren't you two stuck together?" their friends would tease.

"We are," Jungkook would answer seriously, and Taehyung would smile contentedly.

One evening, they were watching a movie. Taehyung was sitting between Jungkook's legs, his back against his chest. The alpha held him, resting his chin on the crown of his head.

"Aren't you tired of it?" Taehyung suddenly asked softly. "Me always clinging to you?"

Jungkook chuckled, kissed his temple, and said:

"If one day you stop clinging to me, I'll think you're sick."

They weren't just a couple. They were home for each other.