As night came, Jungkook lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t know what Taehyung was thinking about him—it had left Jungkook restless. Eventually, exhaustion pulled him into sleep.

But Jungkook saw Taehyung was standing casually by the window but what caught Jungkook completely off guard was the shirt he was wearing

Jungkook: blinking in disbelief “T-Tae…what are..you doing here.??.. isn't that… my shirt?”

He rubbed his eyes, half-convinced he was still dreaming. The last thing he remembered was lying down in bed . But now—Taehyung was here, in his shirt, like he owned the place.

Jungkook: hesitant “T-Tae… how are you even here? I… I don’t remember letting you in.”

Taehyung: softly “Does it matter? I’m here now.”

Jungkook couldnt understand.

There, just a few steps away, stood Taehyung, looking ethereal, almost unreal.

Taehyung took slow steps towards jungkook.jungkook's breath hitched when he saw that Taehyung was bare bottom.