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Aug 13, 2022
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#taekookau Where Jungkook’s random thought of the day is “What if he never met Taehyung?”

𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬, 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴…
It happens on the most mundane day. Them sprawled on bed with all windows shut and curtains drawn in broad daylight to hide from the scorching July sun. Taehyung has one leg & arm over him like a seatbelt, mouth stuffed with chicken and salsa grossly smutched from lip to cheek.
The squelching from the chewing mixed with episodes of chuckles at the sitcom are as un-elegant as one can picture. But this is the moment of Jungkook's epiphany— 'What if he never met Taehyung?'
Would he still be grabbing the first person who approaches him after his gig at the bar, and bed them? Would he still be a vagrant; coming home to empty beer bottles rolling on the floor, instead of the aroma of sizzling meat and wine glasses set on the table?
Would his savings have ever had a section reserved in the name of another person,to someday be fitted enough to shower them with everything? Would he have watched overrated sitcoms snuggled on bed on day off in a dark room when he'd normally be out on (controversial) rendezvous?
Would he have ever known what love is? "Tae?" "Hmm?" Mouth bountifully stuffed, Taehyung drags his vision away from the screen and spares the other half a glance. "Whakh?" He tackily pockets the chicken into right cheek. "Did I tell you that I love you?"
Taehyung breaks into a grin, showcases sauce stained teeth & half chewed food. "Not in last 30 minutes." Jungkook adoringly, contrasted to the untidy condition, strokes Taehyung's cheek, places a peck on his temple. "In that case, I love you." He gets the nose scrunch he swoons
over in return along with a muffled "Love you too. Now sshh!" //𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦//
He will remember that night like the outline of his mother's face. That one particular gig at the bar when he, like the humblor’ he is, had the entire audience captivated in his strings. He won't accept how he felt when couple on date are more invested in him than each other.
Except this one guy. Slouched back on the bar-stool, the empty glass in hand has his entire attention. Jungkook is always the one to chase the things he apparently can't have. So its in self-challenge that he finds himself walking to the guy who still has that glass in hand,
eyes fixated like they could only waver if he manages to crack it with his glare. "You look like you could use another drink." He musters his best seductive voice dragging the chair near the guy's... And oh boy was he pretty. Big glossy eyes with dainty features, all
shimmery under the club's tawdry neon lights. "Do I?" The guy aggressively slams the glass on the counter and turns to him with lips stretched manically. Jungkook shifts in his seat. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. He slides off his chair, trying to make it casual with a smile.
The guy however doesn't seem to accept it He reaches for his wrist, clamps it tight, and pulls him down harshly. He winces at the crude landing on stool. "Now, now. Where are you going?" He hisses, yet the cynical smile persistent. "Enlighten me on what it /looks/ like I need."
"I.. I'm sorry you seem to be in a bad place. It's okay if you don't wanna-" "No, no! I'm in a /great/ place. I lost my job, left my parents house & town claiming I don't need any of them, got my wallet stolen half hour ago, spent the last bill on alcohol, have nowhere to stay
until Jimin gets back in town which is 2 days later and I just realised that I'm wearing eyeliner only on one eye, so yeah! Your drink is the magical answer to my quests, YES!" If a few hours prior to this, someone told Jungkook that he'd be carrying a stranger's bags on his
shoulders walking to his apartment whilst the said stranger half-dazedly complained about his toes being too long for Puma sliders, he'd call it an unlaughable joke. Well.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯
They marched to different drums, he found out soon. Taehyung was a struggling architect, toiling to gain his worth. Jungkook whereas was a procrastinating musician with visiting cards from several agencies in his wallet, none with the opportunity that lured him. So it is quite
a surprise to the destiny-narrators when every morning Jungkook would be found leaning on his motorbike, as a rushing Taehyung, still amidst buttoning the cuffs of his shirt, would climb down the stairs of Jimin's studio apartment. They'd share breakfast dates before going their
separate ways for a day of job interviews and agency meets; only to reunite at the bar ~ where it began. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘕𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬? '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳
What if he never came to Seoul? What if someone else picked Taehyung up from the bar? Would they love him this endlessly? Would he love someone this endlessly? Would it be someone else's hand in Taehyung's as he’s tries to palm-read, giggling at lame claims he makes at that?
Would someone else study and cherish the curves and slants of Taehyung like he does? Would he have let anyone else's nails trace his tattoos so intimately. Would someone else's touch be able to give him delightful tingles and gratifying burns at the same time? "Tae?"
The mentioned peers at him through lashes, eye enlarged to an ostrich's thanks to the magnifying glass he holds in front. He hums, tongue tucked under teeth tip peeks through the parted lips, soft and kissable. "What if we never met?" He thrums at the mischievous grin of
the other as he wordlessly goes back to gawk at his hand through the magnifying glass. "Look what your palm-lines have to say about this?" "Yeah? What do they say?" He gloats, equally cinematic.
“They say, you’ll never have to find that out.”
𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬, 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵


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