Taehyung's footsteps echoed softly as he walked back to his room, the silence of the night amplifying the turmoil brewing inside him. He closed the door behind him, the soft click of the latch a stark contrast to the cacophony of emotions swirling in his mind.
As he leaned against the door, his eyes drifted shut, and he felt the warmth of Jungkook's kiss still lingering on his cheek. The memory of their lips meeting sent a shiver down his spine, and his heart began to beat faster, as if trying to keep pace with the racing thoughts in his head.
Taehyung knew the terms of their contract, It was a business arrangement, a mutually beneficial agreement. But as he stood there, his feelings seemed to defy logic, refusing to be confined to the neat little box he had tried to fit them into.
A contract. That's all it was supposed to be. But why, then, did his heart flutter at the mere thought of Jungkook? Why did he feel this... this... ache, this sense of longing that seemed to grow with every passing moment?
Taehyung's eyes snapped open, and he pushed away from the door, pacing across the room as if the physical movement could help him shake off the confusion. He didn't know what was happening to him, or why he felt this way. All he knew was that he couldn't seem to catch his breath, and his heart was beating faster with every step.
Jungkook walked down the hallway, his footsteps quiet on the soft carpet. He couldn't shake off the feeling that lingered on his lips, the taste of Taehyung's kiss still fresh in his mind. As he reached his room, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the familiar space before coming to rest on the bed.
He sat down, his fingers tracing the curve of his lips, replaying the moment they had shared. The contract, the agreement, the boundaries they had set - all of it seemed to fade into the background as he thought about the way Taehyung's eyes had sparkled, the way his smile had lit up the room.
Jungkook's chest felt tight, his heart beating with a mixture of emotions. He wished... he wished they could be more than just a contract. More than just a business arrangement. He wished they could be real.
The thought sent a pang through him, a longing that he couldn't quite explain. Jungkook lay back on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he let out a soft sigh. He didn't know what the future held, or if Taehyung felt the same way.
Jimin who just come of of the bathroom after taking a bath ask jungkook what really happened to his hand.
Jungkook's eyes flicked up to meet Jimin's, a hint of surprise crossing his face before he masked it with a casual smile. "Just a little accident, nothing serious," he said, trying to brush it off.
But Jimin's gaze was insistent, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to Jungkook. "What happened?" he asked, his voice firm, brooking no argument.
Jungkook's smile faltered, and he looked away, his eyes drifting to the hand in question. "It's nothing, really," he repeated, but Jimin's scrutiny made him feel like he was going to get pulled into a conversation he wasn't ready to have.
"Jungkook, tell me," Jimin pressed, his voice low and serious, his eyes locked on Jungkook's face.
Jungkook's eyes fluttered back to Jimin's, a mix of emotions swirling within them. He felt a pang of vulnerability as Jimin's warm fingers wrapped around his injured hand, the gentle touch sending a shiver down his spine.
"Jungkook, please tell me," Jimin repeated, his voice soft and coaxing, his eyes filled with concern.
The warmth of Jimin's hand, the gentle pressure of his fingers, seemed to melt away Jungkook's defenses. He looked up at Jimin, his eyes searching for reassurance, and then, in a soft whisper, he began to explain.
Jungkook's voice was barely above a whisper as he recounted the events of the night. "I went out for a walk around midnight... I don't know, I just couldn't sleep. And then I got into a fight with some guys. It was nothing serious, just a misunderstanding."
Jimin's grip on Jungkook's hand tightened slightly as he listened, his eyes scanning Jungkook's face for any signs of distress. But as he looked into his best friend's eyes, he saw the truth there - Jungkook wasn't trying to hide anything from him.
"Okay, I'm not going to pry," Jimin said finally, his voice softening. "I trust you, Jungkook. You're my best friend, and I know you'd tell me if it was something serious."
Jungkook's eyes met Jimin's, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks, Jimin," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I appreciate that."
Jimin's fingers gently squeezed Jungkook's hand again before releasing it. "Let's get you cleaned up and bandaged, okay?" he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
Jimin led Jungkook to the bathroom and began to clean the wound on his hand. Jungkook winced slightly as Jimin applied the antiseptic, but he didn't pull away. Jimin's touch was gentle, and Jungkook felt a sense of comfort with his best friend taking care of him.
As Jimin bandaged Jungkook's hand, Jungkook couldn't help but think about the events of the night. He hadn't told Jimin about the kiss with Taehyung, and he wasn't sure if he should. But for now, he was content to let Jimin take care of him, to let his friend's calm and gentle nature soothe his frazzled nerves.
"Thanks, Jimin," Jungkook said again, as Jimin finished up the bandage. "I owe you one."
Jimin smiled and clapped Jungkook on the back. "You don't owe me anything, hyung," he said. "That's what friends are for."
The two friends stood there for a moment, the only sound the quiet hum of the air conditioner. Then Jimin spoke up again. "You know, Jungkook, sometimes I worry about you. You seem... distant, lately. Is everything okay?"
Jungkook's eyes met Jimin's, and for a moment, he hesitated." Yeah I'm okay just tired."