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Jungkook was worried. Not in like, the way he was worried when Hoseok was two hours late coming home from work (really, would it KILL Hoseok to tell Yoongi when he was out doing spontaneous errands?), but more like. . . the way he was worried about being a homewrecker before he was officially dating Hoseok and Yoongi. The romantic anxiety, he guessed.
Yeah, anyways, how was he supposed to justify how great it has felt to be held in Taehyung’s hands as a rabbit? Or the fleeting, blushing thought that he wouldn’t mind him doing the same when Jungkook was a human. Whatever connotations that held, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what he’d been thinking. It’d bring a dark blush to his cheeks either way.
And also on that train, how did he let Hoseok get away with setting up a date with Taehyung and not telling Jungkook until the morning of so that he wouldn’t cancel? Why didn’t Yoongi tell him? Traitors, the lot of them.
So, there Jungkook sat, worried, with his hair combed as thoroughly as he could get it, in the nicest clothes he could muster up, as he waited for Taehyung to knock on the door. Hoseok said he was supposed to show up at one, and here he was at five minutes past one. Was it a joke? Had he been punked? Bamboozled, perhaps? Had Taehyung changed his mind? Did he realize Jungkook was a disaster gay and that he was in no condition to-
Oh, there he was.
Jungkook sprung up to answer the knock at the door, flinging it open (after a short struggle with the handle.
“Hi! I mean- yeah. Yeah, hi!” Jungkook stumbled over his words, smoothing his shirt. And, hopefully, his shit along with it.
“Hi Kookie.” Taehyung smiled, and if Jungkook hadn’t been so busy melting, he would’ve envied his calm nature. “You look nice. That part looks good on you.”
“Oh! Thanks. Yoongi said he thought it’d look nice.” Jungkook smiled, and looked down, blushing obviously now. Goddamnit, why the hell was he like this?
“Yoongi was right.”
“You look super nice too! I like your hat. It’s cute. Like you. Not to say you’re cute, I mean you’re not not cute, which I mean you’re hot, and I melt whenever I look at you but that’s not in a bad way cause I think that might be a bad thing sometimes and-”
Taehyung pressed a finger to Jungkook’s lips. “Calm down a little, man. It’s just a date.”
“Okay.” Jungkook mumbled around Taehyung’s finger, causing the older boy to grin and remove the finger.
“Ready to go?” Taehyung asked.
“Uh, yeah. I just gotta. . . uh, shoes.” Jungkook glanced around, trying to find his shoes.
“Cool.” Taehyung leaned against the doorframe as Jungkook searched for his shoes.
“So uh, what’re we doing?” Jungkook asked as he began tying his shoes.
“Oh. I dunno. I thought you had a plan.”
“Why would I have a plan? Hoseok set it all up.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that Hoseok told me only a few hours ago?”
“I thought you asked him to ask me out for you?!”
“THAT’S WHAT HE TOLD YOU?!” Jungkook screeched, bolting upright and banging his head on the edge of the counter in his ascent.
“What do you mean? What did you tell him?”
Jungkook winced as he held his head. “Ow- I didn’t tell him fuck all. He did this all by himself.”
“. . . Petition to cancel on the date and get back at him?” Taehyung asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.
“I’ll chew up his charger the next time I’m a bunny. You’re already here and dressed up and all that. Uh- I don’t have any money, so I can’t pay for anything, but we can go for a walk.” Jungkook smiled.
“Ah- okay. I was planning on paying for whatever anyways.” Taehyung grinned, and Jungkook scoffed.
“I wouldn’t let you get away with it if I had money.”
“Aww, I know you wouldn’t.”
Jungkook stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets (Hey, when he said “nicest” clothes, he meant the cleanest stuff. It was better than nothing.) as he walked next to Taehyung. Taehyung had been leading the direction in which they were walking, and he was chatting away, glad to carry the conversation if Jungkook was as glad to listen. Taehyung took them in a definite direction for a long time before beginning to take more turns, but Jungkook didn’t notice, all starry eyes at whatever Taehyung was talking about. Taehyung talked with small gestures of his hands. Jungkook liked his hands. They smelled like shampoo. And they were a lot bigger than his. He bet holding them would be really, really nice. He wondered if his hands warm cold or warm. So, of course, for science. . .
Jungkook reached out and grabbed one of Taehyung’s hands, sliding his own in it.
“And I said- oh.” Taehyung dropped his sentence in the middle of speaking, looking down at Jungkook’s hand in his. He stopped walking as he stared at it.
“Is this alright?”
“Oh. It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Taehyung laughed and began walking again.
“Good. I like your hands. They’re nice.” Jungkook beamed.
“You only know about one of my hands. Maybe the other one is weird and gross.”
“I would like it just the same.” Jungkook promised, swinging their hands between them.