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“wait, what?”
taehyung's eyes are wide open, like a deer caught in the headlights, his mouth slightly agape as he tries to process what he just heard.
“ --- your co-star, park seo joon, sent flowers – “
“really?!”
and then taehyung dashes off to where the flowers are placed, a smile so wide ripping across soft features at the immediate sight of it.
“wah~ these are beautiful!” taehyung carefully holds the basket of flowers, a twinkle dancing in the light of his eyes as he remains mesmerized at the beautiful blossoms. he looks up, smile brighter than ever. “namjoon-hyung! hyung! take a picture of me with the flowers please!!”
how can namjoon say no to his adorable dongsaeng who’s beaming at him so widely, like a cute puppy wagging its tail excitedly at its owner? there might be a ‘monster’ in his stage name but he’s far from cruel as the title suggests.
and that is how jeon jeongguk finds himself alone in his room, brows drawn together, lips slightly forming a pout as he stares at the new tweet posted on their twitter account.
taehyung looks cute on the photo – then again it was namjoon hyung who took the photo and he’s always got the aesthetics down to a tee. but taehyung is cute, too cute, if jeongguk may say so himself, and it’s bothering him that it was some co-star that had made taehyung smile like that.
he’s got nothing against park seo joon, and in fact he’s seen some of his dramas. but just exactly how close is he with taehyung? do they spend a lot of time during their breaks? are they close friends? do they text each other a lot now? how friendly are they with each other for the park freaking seo joon to send taehyung a basket of flowers?
jeongguk likes to think, insist, that the frustration boiling within him not jealousy, but rather it is his curiosity, the lack of updates given by taeyhung. they’re the best of friends!! (screw you jimin) how can taehyung not talk about park seo joon with him, or even tell him what his favorite flowers are?? everything taehyung does or knows, jeongguk knows. they’re always together! so how can he not know… about this?
he lets his face fall onto the pillow before him and lets out a silent scream.
hours later, jeongguk ends up staring at the picture, again. a different expression plastered on his façade as he wonders if giving taehyung a bouquet of flowers would grant him a smile as bright as the sun.
“you are dumb and impulsive. this is stupid.”
the words fall of his lips silently, a soft chant to himself as he walks down the streets sporting a large hoodie, a mask, and a pair of shades to disguise himself, which isn’t the best idea considering everyone is now looking at a Brooding Man in suspicious attire holding a couple of long-stemmed sunflowers.
this whole thing clearly didn’t go through proper deliberation. it’s unbelievable that he was impulsive enough to actually do this (jimin thinks it’s very much like him to do this because you’re bad at controlling emotions and you tend to do rash things, you idiot). heck there’s no special occasion, no reason as to why jeongguk should give taehyung flowers.
he prays to whatever deity watching over him that someone, anyone, snatches the sunflowers from his hands and let him forget this whole thing ever happened.
a soft ‘fuck you zeus’ is muttered under his breath when nothing happens. well, he could throw away the flowers.
but god, he’s not that much of an idiot to waste his money like that.
maybe he could give the flowers to random strangers?
yeah, cause giving sunflowers to women who walk by him dressed in such a sleazy outfit and on no occasion at all is okay and totally normal.
yep.
he hates himself, truly.
jeongguk was one second away from banging his head against one of the lamp posts when his phone vibrates, and while he’s not usually fast at responding, it distracted him from his current dilemma.
reason of current dilemma, as it turns out, is the person who texted him.
taehyung kim ; 3:06pm
gukkiee
taehyung kim ; 3:06pm
wru??
you ; 3:08pm
?otw back home. why
yes, he actually waited two minutes to pass by so that it doesn’t look like he was too eager to reply.
taehyung kim ; 3:08pm
i’m bored :\
taehyung kim ; 3:08pm
everyone left me :(
taehyung kim ; 3:08pm
yoongi-hyung and namjoon-hyung are in the music studio to work on their lyrics, jin-hyung is at the dance studio, and jiminie and hobi-hyung are at some recording for a variety show!!
taehyung kim ; 3:09pm
i didn’t even know about the last one??
taehyung kim ; 3:09pm
why wasn’t I informed :((
taehyung kim ; 3:09pm
is this what it’s like to be so busy as an actor??
taehyung kim ; 3:09pm
i don’t want it anymore, i don’t want the fameee
you ; 3:09pm
.Liar. You love acting and don’t you dare deny it
?And weren’t you there when we were briefed about this week’s schedule
.You were probably just zoning out
fuck waiting for the minutes to pass.
taehyung kim ; 3:10pm
:\\
taehyung kim ; 3:10pm
kinda creepy how u know me too well
taehyung kim ; 3:11pm
anyway, pls come home :((
taehyung kim ; 3:11pm
i’m literally dying from boredom :((
you ; 3:11pm
.That’s not how you use literally. But fine, alright. Be home in a few
taehyung kim ; 3:11pm
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
jeongguk huffs, a small smile visible on his features as he rereads some, okay all, of taehyung’s messages. his grip on the flower tightens, brown eyes staring at the bright yellow sunflowers and he nods to himself.
maybe the gods took pity on him and sent the other members outside to save him from pure embarrassment.
when he opens the door to their dorms, he hides the blossoms behind his back, peeking his head through the narrow space as he looks for taehyung.
his heart wells up upon seeing taehyung playing with that goddamn nick wilde stuffed toy, throwing it up in the air and catching it, only to repeat the process again. and again.
nervousness engulfs his soul as he enters the place and closes the door as quietly as he can. his heart is beating too fast for his own good as the distance between them gets shorter.
“gukkie!!”
he’s startled by the greeting, feet suddenly frozen on the same spot as he averts his gaze away from the older boy before him.
it takes taehyung a nanosecond for him to know that something is up, his head cocking to the side as he stares at jeongguk, face painted with concern. “jeongguk, are you okay?” his voice is so soft, gentle, and caring, and it makes jeongguk’s heart want to explode.
“i – uhm,” he starts, eyes glued to the ground like there’s something really interesting there. jeongguk can feel taehyung’s gaze drilling into his skull so he breathes in, and slowly bends his knees, lowering himself to be on eye level with taehyung.
“yah, jeon jeongguk. why are you being weird?”
jeongguk can feel the blood rushing through his veins, his cheeks a dark shade of red as he keeps his head down. he closes his eyes and shoves the three long-stemmed yellow sunflowers at taehyung, eyes shut tight as he waits for some sort of reaction.
he hears nothing, feels nothing.
and so he carefully opens his eyes, brings himself to look up at taehyung who is staring wide-eyed at the floras he’s holding.
he wants to cry because it’s been 10 seconds too long and he hasn’t garnered a reaction from taehyung, and he’s so embarrassed he wishes the floor would open and swallow him whole and –
taehyung breathes in deeply, his eyes blinking once, then twice. a hand is lifted up, index finger pointed at himself as he whispers “for me?” jeongguk nods, teeth biting down at his lower lip – a sign of nervousness.
his gaze is fixed on the brunet, watching every move of his facial muscle, and then –
and then taehyung smiles a smile so wide it’s like the sun came out.
it’s too much of a sight, way more than what jeongguk had expected. he’s awestruck at the smile he’s gotten from taehyung, one so bright and wide and- and happy. it’s so overwhelming for jeongguk that he ends up covering his face with one hand, his hand still holding the flowers as taehyung is too enamored to realized he hasn’t taken them away from him.
his cheeks are crimson red and he doesn’t fucking know why, he wasn’t the one who received flowers but he feels so flustered – damn kim taehyung and his captivating smile.
a large hand lays over his, and for a second jeongguk thinks taehyung is finally, thankfully, about to get the flowers from him (he’s got nothing against flowers but it feels like his masculinity has dropped down a ton just by holding them). instead he gets pulled into a hug. now, taehyung has one arm wrapped around jeongguk’s neck, his face buried into the v of his neck while his other hand is over jeongguk’s, both of them holding onto the sunflowers.
their position is weird, uncomfortable, strange… and yet so good that jeongguk can’t help but melt into the touch.
taehyung’s smile hasn’t faltered one bit, if possible, it seems to only grow wider. jeongguk feels so accomplished for making him smile like that. beat that park seo joon --- but on second thought, please don’t. he really doesn’t want to undergo something embarrassing again.
“you brought sunflowers for me! ahhh cute~” is it possible for one person to have stars in their eyes? jeongguk thinks it isn’t but looking at taehyung, he thinks, maybe it is possible.
“thank you gukkie!” taehyung exclaims, eyes crinkling.
jeongguk grows still when he feels taehyung’s lips pressed against his cheek, soft and warm and chaste – the feeling is gone as quick as it had arrived.
taehyung is still excited, standing up on his feet as he yaps on about finding a pretty vase to put the sunflowers in.
on the other hand, jeongguk is still in an utter state of shock, his cheeks now tinted a darker shade of red as he recalls the smile, the hug, the kiss, the everything.
he covers his face with both his palms, a desperate attempt to hide his flushed face, and screams internally. he had just given taehyung sunflowers, sun freaking flowers – a perfect gift to make someone’s day happy. yet, jeongguk thinks that it was his day that has been made, that he was the one who benefited from the whole thing.
and then, it hits him.
he laughs softly to himself.
of course, it would make perfect sense, that taehyung is jeongguk’s sunflower.