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Taehyung had a lot of favorite things. Children. Music. Ties and loose clothing. Trying new hair colors. Animal form Jungkook. Jungkook’s hoodies. Jungkook’s freckles. And bunny teeth. And doe eyes. Jungkook in general, honestly.
But among his favorite things, was the story of how he and Jungkook met.
When people asked, he always perked up, grin turning boxy in anticipation as he bounced in place.
Jungkook, on the other hand, always flushed red at the mention of their first meeting, grumbling things along the lines of, ‘I was fifteen and shy and intimidated by a pretty boy, please don’t tell the story again,’ but Taehyung never listened.
Because Taehyung loved sharing stories, and he loved sharing their love story even more.
✶
Taehyung ducked into the apartment building lobby, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as the air conditioner beat onto his overheated skin. The June sun was vengeful this year, burning even hotter than it had been the summers prior that he had spent out in the Daegu countryside, running around the farm his grandparents owned. It made leaving the apartment for quick errands a necessary but dreaded evil.
Bowing slightly to the kind ajumma at the lobby counter as he passed, Taehyung trotted to the elevator, pressing the button. He ruffled his lavender purple hair, dragging his fingers through his bangs and grimacing at their dampness as he stepped into the opening doors.
The ride up to third floor was quick, and Taehyung took the home stretch with a light hop in his step, happy to be home, away from the burning concrete outside. He slid his key into the lock, popping the door open.
“Taehyung-ah, is that you?” Seokjin’s voice raised from the living room.
“It’s me, Hyung!” Taehyung replied, door shutting behind him.
A familiar head of brown hair came into sight from around the corner. “Hello, Taehyung-ah,” Namjoon greeted, dimples on full show as he smiled.
Taehyung waved happily, kicking his shoes off. “Hi, Namjoonie-hyung. Where’s Yoongi-hyung?”
“His class is running over time. He’ll be home soon,” Seokjin called. “Come here, I have something I think you’ll be very interested in.”
Tilting his head curiously, the lavender haired boy followed Namjoon into the living room.
He froze in the doorway.
“Oh my Hecate,” he breathed. “Hyung, what are those?”
Seokjin chuckled. “These are sugar gliders. They’re my new familiars.”
Four tiny bodies wiggled and laid around the elder witch, one scampering over to climb on top of Namjoon when he sat down. They looked like rodents of some sort, almost like squirrels but not quite. Each was a just about the size of Seokjin’s hand, with long tails that curled at the ends. Adorned with curved yet pointy ears, pink noses, fingered paws with minuscule claws, and big, bulging black eyes, the sugar gliders were fascinatingly cute. Taehyung cooed when one leapt from Seokjin’s shoulder, a thin layer of stretchy skin stretching between its front and back legs to let it drift to the couch seat safely, where it crawled right back to Seokjin, into his lap.
Two of them were a soft grey, but had peachy colored faces with dark grey patches around their eyes, the base of their ears, their legs and the tips of their tails, as well as a stripe on each that started in between their eyes and stretched down their backs to the base of their spines. A third glider was purely white, and a fourth one, sleeping soundly, was a pleasant mix of the three, with light fur and pale grey markings.
“They’re mostly nocturnal,” Seokjin mentioned as Taehyung slowly crept closer, “but Namjoon accidentally woke them up earlier. They’ll probably fall asleep sometime soon.” He watched as Taehyung held out a nervous hand, running a finger over the forehead of the white one that had curled up in the elder’s hand.
“Do they have names?” he asked, voice hushed in awe.
Seokjin hummed. “This one is Gukmul,” his murmured, leading Taehyung’s hand to pet against the glider’s back. “The grey one with the darker ears that Namjoon has there is Eomuk. And the lighter eared one chilling out here-“ he bounced his leg lightly as a way to gesture, the little animal on it making a chirping sort of noise, “is Odeng.”
Taehyung smiled. He let his nails drag lightly through white fur, giggling at the way the sugar glider squirmed. He peered sideways at the napping glider on the couch cushion. “What about that one?”
Seokjin blinked down at it. “Ah... that’s Jungkook,” he snorted.
Taehyung didn’t catch on. “That’s a very... human name, Hyung,” he commented with a small giggle, reaching to trace the sleeping glider’s features with a finger.
The eldest just slowly smirked to himself as the younger reached for the tiny form. “I suppose.”
✶
Jungkook woke to quite an odd situation.
Blinking his eyes open, he mentally frowned. It didn’t feel like he was on the couch anymore, where he’d fallen asleep curled up with Gukmul. Instead, he was laying on something a little more solid, but it was warm, pleasant heat seeping into his muscles.
Stretching his legs, he froze at the excited squeal that echoed above him.
When he looked up, he was met with the face of the prettiest boy Jungkook had ever seen in his entire life.
Delicate yet simultaneously strong features molded from tanned skin stared down at him. Two dark brown eyes watched him with a warm gaze. Mismatched eyelids were framed by strong brows, but said brows were slightly hidden by long bangs, as the boy’s lavender hair was shorter on the sides but longer along the top, making it fall over his forehead. When he noticed Jungkook looking up at him from his lap, his lips stretched into a beautiful smile.
“Hi there, cutie,” the boy cooed, his voice surprisingly deep. A long finger stroked slowly from Jungkook’s forehead, between his ears, to the base of his back, a thumb tilting to rub softly at his temple.
He stared dumbly up at the beauty.
Jungkook had figured out pretty early that he wasn’t into girls. He was shy around them, sure, but it wasn’t because he had butterflies and heart eyes. It was because he didn’t know much about girls. They were pretty, sure, and lots of them were very nice and... girlfriend material, he supposed. But to him, none of them quite caught his attention like guys did.
Which is why Jungkook had no problem admitting to himself that the boy holding him cradled in his lap was very attractive.
But Jungkook was also painfully shy when complimented, and the boy had called Jungkook cute, and he felt like he needed to find somewhere to hide in a flustered ball.
Where had the boy even come from? Why was he holding Jungkook? Where were Jungkook’s hyungs?
Jungkook turned his head, searching. Seokjin and Namjoon sat curled up not even a few feet away, right where he left them, with Gukmul, Eomuk and Odeng curled up asleep on top of them. Seokjin was already staring at him, smirking knowingly. When Jungkook looked to Namjoon for help instead, the elder avoided his eyes, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.
Jungkook started at them incredulously. Traitors.
Fingers settled on Jungkook’s side, scratching lightly at his fur. He startled, but then his muscles slacked, eyes closing at the pleasant feeling. Seokjin laughed, making some kind of annoying comment that Jungkook blocked out because Hecate, this boy had magic petting skills.
Curious, Jungkook reluctantly slid from the lavender haired boy’s hands, crawling up his shirt to sit on his shoulder, long tail brushing bare skin. Eyes followed his movement, quirking a brow when they came face to face.
“Well hello,” the boy snorted. “Are you just gonna perch on me, pretty?”
Jungkook flushed under his coat of fur and shoved his face into the crook of the boy’s neck.
Fingers once again ran soothingly over Jungkook’s little back. He couldn’t help but melt. “Cute,” the voice whispered ecstatically, vibrations from his voice buzzing against Jungkook.
The sound of the front door opening and shutting echoed into the room, and then a short man with dark hair appeared from the hallway. The man’s lazy eyes surveyed the room, landing on the purple haired boy. Or, more specifically, Jungkook on his shoulder.
The man frowned. “Jin-hyung, I thought you only got three of those gliders.”
“I did, Yoongi,” Seokjin hummed from his seat.
The man - now known as Yoongi - furrowed his eyebrows. “Then why is there a fourth one on Taehyung-ah’s shoulder?”
Jungkook was being found out, but all he could focus on was Taehyung. Prettiest Boy in the World had a name.
Seokjin started giggling, the squeaky sound of his full blown laugh already peeking through. “It’s just Jungkook,” he snickered.
Yoongi blinked. “Joon’s shifter kid roommate?”
Seokjin started laugh loudly while Namjoon poorly hid his own chuckles. The duo received irritated cries from the three woken sugar gliders nestled in their laps, the noises like rubbed-together styrofoam or a squeaky door.
Jungkook more felt than saw Taehyung tilt his head. “I’m not following,” the boy admitted.
The dark haired man just sighed. “That little sugar glider,” he huffed, gesturing toward Jungkook, “is a boy your age, Taehyungie. He’s an animal shifter. These assholes just let you think he was another glider.”
There was a pause.
“Oh my Hecate,” Taehyung blurted, panic laced in his words. “I’m so sorry! I just picked you up without even-” Hands moved to gently slide under his stomach with the clear intention of picking him up.
Except, Jungkook didn’t want to be moved.
Embarrassed but stubborn nonetheless, Jungkook let out his own upset noise, huddling further against Taehyung’s neck and nipping lightly at the fingers.
That shut everyone up.
And then Seokjin started laughing again. Hysterically.
“He doesn’t even want to move,” the witch wheezed. He sounded near delirious.
Yoongi shook his head. “Whatever,” he muttered, disappearing into the corridor towards his room. “Don’t crush him, Tae.”
✶
Things were ruefully awkward after that. Seokjin continued to terribly hide giggles while Taehyung uneasily continued to administer slow pets along Jungkook’s spine.
Seokjin eventually stood with his sugar gliders in arm, walking off towards his own room with Namjoon trailing after him as usual.
Jungkook slowly climbed down from Taehyung’s shoulder, settling back into his lap.
“I can’t tell who this is more embarrassing for,” the purple hair boy murmured, looking him in the eye. “Me, or you.”
Jungkook just sniffed.
✶
Taehyung eventually dozed off.
Regrettably crawling off the boy’s cozy lap and onto the couch, he clambered to the rug below, skittering off into the bathroom. Transforming back was a bit of a task - he’d been a sugar glider for at least three or four hours, as opposed to his usual one or two - but the shift went without mishap, and soon enough he was pulling on his clothes.
When he entered the living room, he dreadfully found Taehyung awake.
The boy had a shy smile, tilting his lips upwards at the corner. “Hello,” he greeted softly.
Jungkook bowed slightly as he came forward, mumbling a quiet hello.
Taehyung bit at his lip. “I’m really sorry,” he apologized hushedly, as if speaking any louder would anger Jungkook. “I didn’t realize you were an animal shifter. I shouldn’t have just picked you up and held you like that.”
Jungkook shook his head vehemently. “No, no. You didn’t know, it’s alright. I was only a little surprised when I woke up, but no harm done.” He purposely left out being very flustered by waking up in the lap of an extremely gorgeous boy. “Seokjin-hyung was just being mischievous, and Namjoon-hyung is too weak to give him away when he’s up to stuff.”
Taehyung laughed at that. He smiled, eyeing Jungkook curiously. Standing, the lavender haired boy stood in front of him, extending his hand. “Kim Taehyung, Yoongi-hyung’s cousin. Witch and a ‘95 liner.”
“Ah-“ Jungkook jerked forward, hurriedly placing his hand into Taehyung’s. Their hands dipped together, then released. “Jeon Jungkook. I’m an animal shifter, but that’s kinda obvious at this point, I guess. But I’m a ‘97 liner.”
Taehyung grinned widely. It was a boxy shape, and Jungkook had to force himself not to stare. “I’m your hyung, then.”
“Ah... Yeah.” The younger scratched at the back of his head.
Taehyung hummed. “Wanna go to the park?” he asked, laughing when he was given an ‘are you crazy?’ kind of look. “C’mon. We can grab ice cream on the way. And the swing set is right under the trees, so there’s plenty of shade. We can camp out under the playset if the sun manages to compromise that, or head back here.”
Jungkook hesitated before slowly nodding.
With a happy bounce, Taehyung skipped into the hallway with a loud shout of, “I’m kidnapping Jungkook!”
It wasn’t kidnapping considering he’d agreed to it, but. Well. Jungkook was already a bit too soft.
✶
“So where are you from?” Taehyung asked.
They’d left the apartment building less than a minute before, but Jungkook already missed the air conditioning. It was thankfully getting closer and closer to evening time, the temperature sluggishly lowering over time.
“I’m from Busan,” he replied.
“Oh, cool! My friend is from Busan, too! He wanted to move here for school with me, but his parents wouldn’t let him.” The purple haired boy pouted. “We’re keeping in touch, though.“
“You’re in Seoul for school, too?” Jungkook questioned.
Taehyung grinned. They’d stopped at a corner, and they hurried across the crosswalk when the traffic light turned red. “Yeah! I had to beg my parents, but Yoongi-hyung is here for college and they trust him, so they let me. Are you going to that special magics and humanities school, too?”
“Ah, no.” Jungkook shook his head. “I’m attending a regular high school. I’m in Seoul because my older brother, Junghyun, and Namjoon-hyung are.”
“Is that how you know Namjoon-hyung? Your brother?”
Jungkook gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Hyungdeul have known each other since they were little, and I kind of naturally became their third wheel.”
“Your parents were fine with you moving here with them?” Taehyung didn’t seemed surprised. Just curious.
Jungkook scratched along his arm, cheeks flushing embarrassingly.
“Mhm. It was their idea. They worried about me not interacting with other people enough. I’ve always kind of kept to myself, honestly. I’m kinda shy. Mom thought sending me to a busier city and a bigger school that had more extra curricular activities might help bring me out of my shell.”
Taehyung sent him a worried look. “They didn’t force you, right?” he whispered.
Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I agreed to it. I’ve liked it so far. And I can take the train back to Busan any weekend I wanna visit home.”
Taehyung snickered as they stopped in front of a convenience store and he pulled open the door. “Train to Busan.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, snorting.
Together, they slipped towards the back of the store, immediately heading toward the ice cream freezer. Taehyung slid the glass cover open. “What’s your favorite flavor?”
“Green Tea,” the younger answered immediately. “Chocolate, if I’m feeling like switching things up.”
Taehyung wrinkled his nose and shoved lightly at the boy’s shoulder, but still held up two ice cream bars, one green tea and the other chocolate. He looked almost relieved when Jungkook took the green tea package. “Gross,” he hissed at the other frozen treat, dropping it as if it had burned him. “I like chocolate as much as the next guy, but chocolate ice cream is nasty. It’s so bitter, dude.”
Jungkook laughed. “It’s not that bad, Hyung,” he murmured, carefully testing the honorific on his tongue.
Taehyung seemed very happy with the use of the honorific. He ruffled Jungkook’s black, fluffy hair, ignoring the protest he received to reach into the chilled container and pull out his snack of choice. “Well, my favorite is strawberry. My grandparents grow strawberries on their farm back home, and now basically anything strawberry flavored is an automatic favorite of mine.”
They chatted aimlessly as they meandered to the counter, additionally picking up drinks, Jungkook’s being banana milk and Taehyung’s being lemonade. (“It’s so bitter, Jungkook,” the younger parroted mockingly to the elder, who very maturely stuck his tongue out in response.) After paying and opening their snacks, they broke back onto the hot cement.
Jungkook kicked pebbles on the sidewalk before them. “How does being a witch work?” he asked randomly.
Taehyung blinked at him, ice cream half to his mouth. “What do you mean?”
Jungkook shrugged. “I just mean... Does being a witch run in the family?” He lifted his head, watching cars beginning to pile up at a red light up ahead.
The elder hummed. “For some people, it does,” he replied. He followed Jungkook’s gaze, his eyes flickering upward to watch the traffic light above the road.
Jungkook peeked over at him. “Not everyone, though?”
Taehyung smiled and licked at his ice cream. “Nope.” He popped the ‘p’. “For some families, the witch gene skips a kid or two, or a generation. And then some people just randomly end up being witches. Sometimes, it’s from way back in their family tree, and the gene just needed to be woken up again somehow. Other times, it’s a weird mutation in the genes.”
They followed the sidewalk to the entrance into the park. By tacit agreement, they waited until the red light turned green and the cars started to move again to finally step inside.
“What case are you, then?” Jungkook asked Taehyung curiously.
“For me, I get it from my immediate family,” he told him. “My mom is a wood nymph, but my dad is a witch. My little sister is a witch, too, but my little brother is actually a vampire like Yoongi and his brother.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “How did that happen?”
Taehyung laughed. “It’s from Mom’s side. My grandma is a wood nymph, too, but Grandpa is a vampire. So my uncle ended up being a vampire, and. Well. He passed it on.”
Jungkook silently nodded, absorbing the information. The swing set appeared ahead. “Is it weird to say I’d expected there to be more... I don’t know, ‘there must only be purebreds’ stigma or something?” he asked carefully.
“Nah, you’re not wrong. There’s plenty of families like that.” The elder shrugged. “But mine is a lot more relaxed, thankfully.”
They feel into a comfortable quiet as they reached the playground. Stepping into the shade felt like heaven, even if the thick heat still thrummed through the air. They each took a seat on a plastic swing seat, finishing up their sticky ice creams and sipping tiny mouthfuls from their drinks.
Jungkook cleared his throat, keeping his gaze away from any pink, peeking tongues. “Can I ask you something else?”
Taehyung hummed happily. “Of course! Shoot.”
“So umm... I’ve heard every witch has, like, a specific power, or something? Or is that wrong?”
The witch tilted his head in thought. Slowly, he said, “That’s sort of right, but kind of wrong. Every witch has a natural talent at something. So, for example... My specialty is herbs. I’m really, really good at memorizing and making herbal remedies. But my dad’s talented with spoken spells, and my sister with weather rituals. Seokjin-hyung’s specialty is potions.”
“I’ve seen Seokjin-hyung do other stuff, though...?”
Taehyung grinned, unbothered. “Just because a witch specializes in one thing, doesn’t mean they can’t learn and work with something else,” he explained simply. He didn’t sound annoyed with Jungkook’s lack of knowledge at all. “Do you have one animal in specific you have super good control of shifting into?”
Jungkook didn’t have to think hard about that. “Ah, yeah. A rabbit. I can do all kinds of breeds and colors and patterns... It was my first shift, actually.”
“But you were shifted into a sugar glider earlier, so you can shift into other stuff, can’t you?”
The younger nodded. “I can. It takes me a lot longer to figure out how, though. I still can’t... uh, shift into anything bigger than a small dog, if I’m being honest.”
Taehyung’s smile was easy. “And that’s fine. It’s the same way for witches. We’re naturally good at something, but we take longer to learn any different skills.”
“Does it work the same for, like, wizards and sorcerers and mages?” Jungkook asked. Then, reeled himself back. “Ah... I’m sorry, that’s a lot. I try to ask Namjoon-hyung all of this stuff, but I hate distracting him from his class work and studying-“
Taehyung just waved him off. “You’re fine, don’t worry. Those three don’t necessarily work like you and I do.”
Jungkook deflated. “Oh. I just kind of figured they did since they’re all kind of the same. Wait, is that offensive? I’m sorry, I don’t really know the difference-“
Taehyung’s giggle made Jungkook’s heart clench. “Don’t pout, Kookie,” he cooed. “Don’t worry about it! Honestly, it’s pretty confusing even for me sometimes.”
Jungkook found that hard to believe, but he also didn’t see any reason for Taehyung to lie to him.
Taehyung tapped thoughtfully at his chin, taking a drink from his cup. “So... from what I know, a mage is someone who has very little natural magic within themselves, but they have enough to be able to perform it. They have to learn the spells and steps and all that, though, so a lot of them study it for a long time. They mostly rely on books, in other words. They can have specialties, but they aren’t born with them.
“Sorcerers have the magic entirely in them. It pretty much all comes naturally to them, so most of them don’t really have a specialty, unless there’s something they enjoy more than the rest of their skills.” Taehyung’s lips tugged into a frown. “Sorcerers are known to get really cocky, though. It’s sad, but a lot of them die young because they aren’t careful and overestimate themselves, thinking that because magic comes easy to them, they can control their powers without any practice.”
A pause. Then he was right back to normal. Taehyung was very expressive, yet he never seemed to linger on one emotion for too long.
“And then there’s wizards,” the elder continued. “Wizards are pretty hard to define, because every wizard is different.”
“They are?”
Taehyung nodded hard. “Yeah. Wizards are born with magic in them, but they have to learn to unlock it, so to speak. Most of them apprentice under older wizards who mentor them for a long time. But after that, it’s like it’s fair game. Some wizards only use spells that others have already made. Others completely make their own, which can take years of work. Some of them have specialties, but I’m, like, seventy-five percent sure they aren’t born with those specialties.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Only seventy-five, Hyung?”
Taehyung grinned almost shyly. “I’ve never met a wizard myself, and honestly, I’m not sure if I want to.”
Jungkook just laughed. It was nice knowing even Taehyung got nervous about some creatures and aspects of magic. “Where do witches fit into all of that, then?”
The lavender haired boy scratched at his nape. “Witches are kinda between mages and sorcerers, I guess. We’re born with magic in us, a ton more than mages are born with, but we don’t know everything like sorcerers do. Aside from our specialties, we have to study and practice to improve.”
Jungkook made a small noise of acknowledgement. It was so weird, knowing how things were similar yet so different.
Something dawned on him.
“Wait, we forgot about warlocks!”
Taehyung blinked, recognition lighting up on his face. “Oh! Warlocks are kinda creepy, honestly. People are stupid and say they’re just male witches, but that’s only half right. They are witches, but they aren’t all men. They can be girls. Anyways, warlocks make deals with higher powers. Mostly demons, but there’s probably some other ones I really don’t wanna know about.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Why would they do that?” he gasped.
“Power? Fame?” Taehyung shrugged weakly. “Either way, they’re creepy fuckers. Usually condescending and talk like serial killers.”
“You say that like you’ve met a couple of them.”
“Oh, no. Seokjin-hyung has, though. Anytime anyone mentions warlocks, he goes off on mini rants about how egotistical and douchey they are.”
Jungkook laughed at that. “Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.”
After that, they settled into silence. Both ice creams finished - or too melted to continue eating, they stashed the wrappers under a heavy stone to pick up once they set off. The squeaking of the rusty chains sang as they rocked back and worth, sipping from their drinks.
Eventually, Taehyung broke the silence.
“...I don’t mean to be rude, Jungkook-ah,” he started hesitantly, “but is your family not supernatural? It seems like you don’t... It just seems like you don’t know a lot, is all.”
Jungkook blinked. Taehyung had noticed. “Ah... yeah, I’m the only one in my family that we know of. I kinda... threw my parents for a loop, I guess. My brother thinks I’m cool, though, which is more than some younger siblings can say.”
Taehyung smiled. “You got lucky there,” he joked.
Jungkook’s lips quirked into a smile. “Agreed.”
“You said Namjoon-hyung is your brother’s friend, though, right? Did that kind a help, having someone else supernatural around?”
Jungkook thought about it.
“Kind of? Hyung’s a more... I guess vague or incon... inconspic... sorry, I can’t say- inconspicuous supernatural.” Taehyung was smiling at his little fumble. Jungkook did not blush. Totally didn’t. “He absorbs any information he learns, but that isn’t obvious to anyone unless they ask, you know? His powers started from birth, but mine had to be learned. We’re super different. But...”
“But?”
“But Hyung didn’t really let me feel alone. He didn’t go out of his way to read about the supernatural - he was already interested - but he’d tell me anything he thought might be useful for me to know. And if I had a question about something, he’d help me find an answer. I look up to him a lot because of that.”
Taehyung’s smile didn’t drop. It grew, if anything. “He’s a great hyung.”
Jungkook smiled back. He didn’t let on that he thought Taehyung was very promising to be a great hyung as well.
✶
Going back home was embarrassing.
Once they’d arrived at the apartment, Namjoon enthusiastically retold the story of Taehyung and Jungkook’s meeting to Junghyun, who guffawed at his brother’s expense. Soon enough, the story telling turned into teasing once Namjoon mentioned Jungkook and Taehyung’s ‘little date’.
Jungkook loved Namjoon a lot, but sometimes he really wanted to shift into a chihuahua and bite at his heels.
Eventually, the commotion died down, and they ate and returned to their respective rooms. Jungkook showered and pulled on sleep clothes, collapsing into a loose cocoon of blankets. (Loose, because as nice as it was being all safe and bundled up, it was still hot.)
His phone buzzed.
Digging through the fabrics to find the device, Jungkook blinked blearily at the screen.
He and Taehyung had exchanged numbers at the elder’s insistence, but Jungkook hadn’t expected much from it. And yet, there was a message waiting on his screen under the contact Taehyung himself had obnoxiously named.
⎯
Taehyungie Hyungie!!! (9:12 PM)
Hi Jungkookie! I really enjoyed getting to meet you and talk today
Taehyungie Hyungie!!! (9:12 PM)
Would you wanna hang out next Saturday?
⎯
Jungkook smiled.
Embarrassing first meeting or not, it seemed like the start of something great.
✶
“So, how did you two meet?”
“Oh! So-“
“Taehyung, no!”