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Jungkook has been lonely all his life,
Until he met Kim Taehyung.
He has never fallen in love,
Until he met Kim Taehyung.
The brunette came into his life on a sunny day. A day that was too bright for Jungkook’s liking. But Taehyung was just right.
The moment Jungkook saw him, he embarrassed himself.
The moment Taehyung smiled at him, Jungkook fell…not in love but fell, like on the floor. Yoongi, his friend, who was walking alongside him, couldn’t help but laugh at his clumsy dongsaeng.
But Taehyung…the angel incarnate did not laugh, rather he ran towards the clumsy human and helped him get up.
So embarrassing.
And did Jungkook mention his profession? He was a mob boss, on a mission. And he fell because he saw a boy who was too pretty.
“Are you okay?” asked the boy with a concern written on his face.
And right at that moment Jungkook wanted nothing more than the earth to swallow him whole, never to be seen again. He had a reputation to uphold- people feared him, they were in awe of him.
But now he just made a joke of himself.
Yoongi was gonna have a field day with this, wasn’t he? He looked up, unwillingly because of his embarrassment, but willingly, because of the beauty that kneeled before him. Maybe just one more glance could heal his cloudy life. He was so bright, this boy before him. He could rival the sun.
“I-I’m okay haha…thank you for helping me…” he gave a weak smile to the brunette in front of him, trying to stand up smoothly, and as if the heavens were having a blast by making him look like a fool, he almost tripped again while standing up. The brunette reached out towards him again, this time with a smile but eyes filled with concern.
“You're clumsy, yea? I have a hyung like that. I find it adorable unless of course he breaks my stuff being clumsy, which is never fun you see. Because I love my stuff but he is a baby in a giant’s body so I understand that he loses his footing sometimes, but he really is the sweetest. He did break one of my favourite vases the other day but I think I can glue it back together since I found all the broken pieces and I know it’s never the same, but broken things have the power to be so beautiful too, you just need the right person to mend them. Wow, that was very philosophical of me bu-”
“Tae…you’re blabbering baby.” A man came up behind Taehyung. A man who looked like a doll, came up behind “Tae” and wrapped an arm around him, throwing a challenging glare at Jungkook, as if saying, ‘stay away, he is mine’.
“Oh Minnie…” the brunette let out a nervous chuckle as his cheeks got red in embarrassment. Jungkook did not want him to stop, he could stand here on the roadside, in peak summers and listen to the ethereal man talk about how the universe was made, and still thank him for giving Jungkook the opportunity to stand here and listen to him.
“I’m sorry I tend to do that sometimes…”
Jungkook blinked, realising that he was the one being addressed at the moment.
“Oh no! Please don’t worry Mister…”
Yes, he did that purposely, sue him.
“Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! And you are?”
But before he could reply, the doll looking man looked at Taehyung and went, “Baby, we shouldn’t be telling random people our full names now, should we?”
A fourth voice, which was silent and snickering till now, travelled into the bubble of the three strangers and replied to the man, “Anyone can tell that you two aren’t in a relationship, drop the act! And don’t tell me you took drama as your major in University.”
Yoongi being Yoongi.
“Excuse me! Who do you think you are to doubt our relationship?” The doll replied to Yoongi in a hostile way, as a fire of annoyance burned in his eyes.
But Yoongi stood there indifferent to the other man. He then turned to Jungkook, with his ever present I-dont-give-a-fuck face and motioned for him to get on and talk so that they could leave.
“I’m Jeon Jungkook. Pleased to meet you, Kim Taehyung.”
Two smiles shared.
Two hearts beating.
Two hands coming to meet.
Until the trance got broken by the doll-man, who looked at Yoongi, walking away from the group with anger as he screamed,
“Hey! How dare you ignore me! Hello mister! Stop walking away! ”
“His name is Yoongi.” Jungkook told him, just to spite his mate.
“Hey Yoongi! Short man! Come here and face me, Mister!”
Now this made Yoongi turn back towards the trio with a scowl on his face.
And Jungkook started preparing his funeral speech in his mind.
“Why did you tell him my name?” He ignored the doll-man again, instead looked at Jungkook as he asked the question.
“Why are you ignoring me?! Who do you think you are?” Doll-man asked Yoongi, he was getting angrier by the minute…Yoongi was really pushing his luck there.
“Minnie…Jimin please listen, calm down…” Taehyung tried to talk some sense into ‘Jimin’ but the other had his focus locked in on Yoongi.
Yoongi, who now had a smug smile on his face as he looked at the doll-man (Jungkook preferred that to ‘Jimin’).
“Hi, tiny Minnie.” Yoongi says to the other, with the most cocky smile he could muster.
This sent the doll-man’s blood boiling, his face got redder and his eyes grew wide in anger. The sight sent chills through Jungkook’s spine.The short man sure was scary.
“How dare you! I am actually five foot and 8.5 inches tall! I don’t see any point five inches on you! You are the short one here, not me! Mister too tiny to function!”
Yoongi gave the other his typical nonchalant smirk and walked back out of the circle. But this time, the doll-man followed. Still ranting about his 8.5 inches.
As the pair moved away, the mob boss looked towards the man of his dreams. Who also looked back at him just in time. The pair shared shy smiles amongst themselves, as if sharing a secret. A secret only they knew, a secret kept safe. Until they heard the pair in the distance fighting some more. So they turned towards them and shared a look of horror when they saw that Jimin was about to hit Yoongi, who barely saved himself from the attack and got a hold of the doll-man by his arms. The two were playing fighting-tango, at this point
“Those two…are getting along well, it seems.” Jungkook said to the brunette, who looked at him with his boxy smile, one full of mischief, one that rendered the mob boss speechless.
“By the way, Jimin was kidding. He is my best friend but he tries to act like my boyfriend in public because some people get a little creepy at times.”
An explanation that was never asked for, a smile that was too warm for a stranger…was Jungkook reading the signs wrong or was the universe finally giving him the chance of a lifetime?
“Oh! Well he is a nice friend.” Jungkook replied. And then he wanted the earth to open up and take him, he wanted Lucifer himself to turn up and throw him into hell. Because how could he be THAT stupid.
“Yes, he is.” Taehyung smiled at him still. What an angel, he was really trying here and Jungkook just kept on embarrassing himself. God bless this man for still smiling at him and not running away, creeped out of his mind.
“So what were you doing out on a sunny day like this, Jungkook-ssi?”
Jungkook returned a smile to the blonde, but inside he was crying. What should he tell him? That he was a mob boss on a fucking mission? Who was going to believe that?
“I was on a…mission.”
He wanted to go on a mission to assassinate himself now.
“Oh! Cool…Minnie and I were out for a stroll since the sun was out! Feels good to be out with friends in such weather!”
“You like the sun?”
What a stupid question, Jungkook.
“Yes, It’s so warm and bright.”
What a cute answer, Taehyung.
“Do you have a lot of friends, Taehyung?”
Now we’re getting somewhere…
“Not a lot, but I do have tons of acquaintances..hehe”
Well… but Jungkook was not going to give up…he could not, his heart wouldn’t allow it.
“So…would you be interested in making another acquaintance?”
Taehyung looked at him with a shy smile then, “And what would the acquaintance-ship entail?”
“Well, I can get some pointers ready if you want. It’s really basic, but don’t worry, just give me half an hour and I will have it ready for you! Just wait here, okay? Let me call Yoongi. Hey! Yoo-”
But soon a hand was on his mouth stopping him from calling his mate, the hand of the angel that stood next to him, closer than before. An angel who looked distressed.
“I was just teasing you Jungkook-sshi.”
Please let the earth open up. Jungkook would willingly jump into the lava. He doesn’t wish to stay alive any longer.
He looked at the brunette who still had his hand on his mouth, he had never seen a prettier hand in his life. So soft, so pretty, so delicate. Just like the owner of the hand. He wanted to kiss the hand that held his mouth, he wanted to kiss the man whose hand held his mouth.
The two shared an intense eye contact, one where their eyes said what their mouths couldn’t. Soon, they realised the position they were in and Taehyung’s hand left the mob boss’s mouth as he turned red again.
And Jungkook was a goner. He wanted this man. There was no other man for him. This was the man he was brought on this earth for.
“Will you go on a date with me?”
The brunette looked up in surprise, his face was pink like peach. His eyes were blown wide in shock but soon turned into small crescents, his cheeks fluffed up like two bread loaves rising in the oven, a beautiful smile graced his face and then a few giggles left his lips.
“Yes.” He replied with a shy smile and Jungkook wanted to squish him whole.
He couldn’t stop the silly smile that took over his face, nor could he stop the fast beating of his heart as it thumped in his chest, going miles per minute, not willing to stop anytime soon.
He felt the other’s hand come towards his face again, and pinch his cheeks in adoration.
“You’re very cute Jungkook-sshi, and you have a bunny smile. I like that.”
Red. Jungkook was so red, he could rival a firetruck in the competition of who was more red. And he would win, if the beautiful man kept this up, for sure he would.
“Th-thank you.”
Taehyung’s giggles could be heard on the busy street, so carefree and sweet. They were all Jungkook could hear, all he could care about.
For the first time in his life, Jungkook felt less lonely.
On a random sunny day in the middle of a random street, he felt like he had just found his missing piece. And he couldn’t be more grateful to the universe for it.
On the other hand, the pair of fighting shorties stood on the side, looking at their best friends sharing adorable smiles, and they felt a similar tug at their lips, framing their own faces with smiles.
“I still hate you..” Jimin said to the man next to him, who replied in his ever so nonchalant tone, “ As if I'm dying for you to love me, midget.”
“How dare you-”
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