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ring ring
taehyungs phone starts ringing from where it was thrown last night, in the sudden fit of rage he had, rage not towards someone but towards himself for being a coward.
a coward, that was what he always had been, never the one to express the truth before it was too late. that was what had happened the previous night, he just stood there, motionless,all his muscles taut and limbs frozen as he saw the man he would give up his life for being asked out by some loser who's name he didnt bother to remember.
but what hurt the most was the wide bunny-like grin that appeared on his best friends face,as silent tears streamed down his own face. he immediately left the scene, then later made an excuse of having a bad stomach (like a loser).
he picks up the phone, already dreading the conversation judging by the name that appears on the screen.
'mine?'' is calling ...
he sighs deeply, his stomach tightened from the dread. It was a routine for him at this point, and it always ended in the same way.
Jungkook calling him all excited for the date he's about to go on, taehyung half-ass'ing his way through the conversation on the video call, help jungkook choose pretty clothes for the date, cut the phone call and cry himself to sleep.
And as always, the coward as he is,he picks up the phone at the last ring. Already an excuse on his mouth, but before he could speak he heard a whimper from the other line. His heart dropped to his stomach, panic rising within his body as an involuntary gasp left his mouth.
"h-hyung-" the voice choked on a sob, and taehyung felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest.
"Koo? baby? are you okay? do u want hyung to come over? should I bring something? maybe some chick-" he got cut off by jungkook making a strangled voice into the phone. Taehyung internally started screaming because of how much it pained him, to hear the love of his life in pain.
"hyung no" jungkook emphasised loudly, he sounded desperate, and that was enough for taehyung's mind to spiral even further.
"baby, please tell hyung, i can't help you if you don't tell me" he says softly into the phone, already getting out of his bed and grabbing his shoes, completely ready to leave the house and go over to jungkook's apartment if the boy needed him. The line went quite for a while, until which taehyung has grabbed his car keys, wallet and other belongings and bolted out of his place.
"hyung-" said a feeble voice, " do you think I'm needy? o-or too c-clingy?" Vulnerability seeped through his voice.
What.
What the fuck.
Who the fuck told his literal angel, his baby, his love, his c- you get the idea, that he was clingy? Yes jungkook loved physical touch, but that's because it's his love language. Taehyung would rather spend the rest of his life in jungkook's arms, cuddling him and spending time with him instead of going to work, who needs money anyways?
"angel" he stressed, voice punctuating each syllable.
"I love that you're clingy, i would rather you be clingy to me at every point of day then anything. You're not crossing any boundaries my love, I would love you however you are" taehyung says, as soft as possible. He's still pissed about the possibility of someone calling his jungkookie clingy in a negative way, but his baby is the most important thing for him.
"h-hyung, come over p-please" jungkook says into the phone. Little does he know, taehyung was already halfway there, he's speeding he knows, but he needs to be there as soon as possible. He can't bear the thought of his darling crying in his home all alone. All this almost made him forget his own sadness, his own pain of seeing jungkook off to another date.
Few minutes pass, more coddling from taehyung seems to have done the trick, jungkook is not violently breathing now. He's calm atleast.
"open the door jungkookie, hyung's already at your door." He says into the phone, getting out of his vehicle. He doesn't even bother taking the elevator knowing it will only slow him down, instead he runs up the stairs, huffing and puffing for breath.
As soon as he reaches jungkook's floor, he can already make out the younger standing outside his apartment, dressed to the nines, leather jacket and boots, tank top accentuating his tiny waist that taehyung was desperate to hold.
As soon as jungkook's eyes met his, he ran with all his might, throwing his arms up in the air, crashed into taehyung hard enough to let them both fly down to the carpet. Taehyungs arms immediately wrapped around jungkook's waist, holding him tightly and whispering sweet nothings into his ear while jungkook broke down in his arms.
They would be a weird sight for anyone to witness, taehyung clad in an old tshirt ,which probably has stains of old takeout Chinese, and shorts, and jungkook dressed like he was about to step his foot on a fashion runway.
"I'm here, hyung is here" he whispers into jungkook's soft locks, pressing a feather light kiss there. He nuzzled into the boy's hair, deeply inhaling the scent of Jasmine flowers, his chest rising in pride as the shampoo jungkook used was his. Jungkook smelled like him. That was enough to send his mind into another spiral, this about how good his best friend smelled, how much he smelled like him, and maybe one day he could make him his- no. He's sidetracking again.
They stay like that for a while, not speaking a word because they were too afraid to disturb the tranquility around them.