As soon as Taehyung reached his home, he threw his bag onto the floor, still clad in Jungkook's white pajama set, and flopped onto his couch. His heart was pounding, his thoughts racing, and there was only one person who could handle this level of chaosâ
Park Jimin.
Without wasting another second, he grabbed his phone and FaceTimed him.
The screen rang for barely three seconds before Jimin's face appeared. He was still in bed, his hair a mess, a sleep mask pushed up to his forehead. He blinked blearily before groaning.
"Taehyung, it'sâ" He glanced at the time. "âway too early for your nonsense. What do you want?"
But the second his eyes properly focused on Taehyung, his sleepy expression immediately turned into one of suspicion.
Jimin squinted. "Why are you wearing a different pajama? Where did you sleep last night? And why do you look like you've been caught doing something illegal?"
Taehyung bit his lip, fidgeting with the hem of the pajama top. He had been caught, alright.
Jimin's eyes widened. He gasped loudly, sitting up in bed. "No wayâ"
Taehyung knew that look. That was the I'm about to clown you so hard you'll wish you never called me look.
"You stayed at Jungkook's house, didn't you?" Jimin smirked. "You're literally wearing his clothes, dumbass."
Taehyung groaned, slapping a hand over his face. "Jiminâ"
But Jimin was already in full teasing mode.
"Oh my God, did you sleep in the same bed? Waitâdon't answer that, I already know you did. You were all clingy, calling him 'husband' and acting cute yesterday."
Taehyung stiffened and tried to recall if he did that.
Jimin gasped dramatically. "You did! You totally did! You called him your husband. Di you pouch on himm too?"
Taehyung screamed into a pillow.
"AND YOU'RE SCREAMING, WHICH MEANS I'M RIGHT!" Jimin howled with laughter, slapping his knee. "Oh my God, Taehyung, what the hell? You actually seduced him, didn't you?"
He had.
Taehyung dramatically collapsed onto his couch, draping an arm over his eyes. His voice came out muffled. "Mimi, I kissed him."
Silence.
Thenâ
"YOU WHAT?!"
Jimin screamed so loudly Taehyung had to pull the phone away from his ear.
"Oh my God, tell me everything. Right now. No details left out."
Taking a deep breath, Taehyung removed the arm from his face and confessed everythingâ
How he had spent the entire night teasing and clinging to Jungkook. How he had pulled the 'forgot my key' trick just to stay over. How he had worn Jungkook's pajamas, used his shower gel, literally smelled like him, and then kissed himâ
And how Jungkook had kissed him back.
Jimin was on the verge of combusting.
"Tae, I don't know whether to be proud or to call you an absolute menace."
"I think I should be both," Taehyung groaned.
But then, just as Jimin was about to start screaming in excitement again, something in his brain clicked.
He paused.
"Wait."
Taehyung blinked. "What?"
Jimin narrowed his eyes. "How did Jungkook react? Like, after the kiss?"
Taehyung frowned, trying to recall. "Well... he pulled away, and he looked kinda flustered. Then he told me I was drunk and that I wasn't in my right mind, and then he kind of panicked and left me alone in the bed."
Jimin leaned in, suddenly serious. "Tae. That's not just flustered. That's conflicted."
Taehyung sat up. "What do you mean?"
Jimin tapped his chin. "Think about it. If he only liked you as a friend, he would've laughed it off, right? But he didn't. He kissed you back, and then he pulled away like he was guilty about it."
Taehyung swallowed. "Yeah... he did look guilty."
Jimin hummed. "See? That means Jungkook probably wants you, but he's struggling with it. Either he doesn't realize his own feelings, or he's scared of what it means."
Taehyung suddenly felt his heart race all over again.
"So what do I do now?" he asked.
Jimin smirked. "Simple."
"Make him realize he's already yours."
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After hanging up the call with Jimin, Taehyung lay sprawled on the couch, staring at his phone. His mind was still spinning from Jimin's words.
Jungkook probably wants you, but he's struggling with it.
He bit his lip. His fingers hovered over his keyboard before finally typing out a message.
Taehyung: Good morning, Ggukie
Taehyung: Did you sleep well? Or were you up all night thinking about me?
Taehyung: I feel like I should apologize for last night... but I won't
He grinned, waiting for a reply. The seconds ticked by. Then a minute. Then another.
No response.
Taehyung frowned. Jungkook usually replied instantly, even if it was just a one-word answer.
He stared at his screen, typing another message.
Taehyung: Jungkook? Are you alive?
Still nothing.
His playful smile faltered.
"Is he ignoring me?"
A thought crept into his mind. What if Jungkook was actually mad? What if last night had been too much? What if he had really messed everything up?
The idea made his stomach churn.
And Taehyung hated overthinking.
So he jumped off the couch, ripped off Jungkook's pajama, and changed into his own clothes. He didn't even bother fixing his bed hairâhe just grabbed his keys, shoved his phone into his pocket, and marched out of his house.
If Jungkook wasn't going to answer him, he'd just go to him directly.