SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

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Nooooo...

Jungkook hadn't. Please tell him he hadn't!

Taehyung had given himself several pep talks over the last few days about learning to accept Jungkook's generosity.

Giving the boy things seemed to make Jungkook's happy and that's why he was here, right? To make him happy?

It didn't mean that Taehyung was inwardly thrilled about it, sometimes it made him feel cheap and sometimes it made him feel like he was no better than those money-hungry tarts floating about on that vile website, but he was beginning to perfect the art of strained acceptance.

But this?

This was, without a doubt, absolutely one thing too much!

Taehyung couldn't, no – he wouldn't ever be able to accept this.

Throwing back the covers, he snatched the charm from its box and went in search. They needed to talk. There was just no way...

Taehyung ignored the fact that he was in nothing but his 'NOT a morning person' pyjama shorts and tank top set as he padded down the thickly carpeted stairs.

Taehyung's fitness levels had soared ten points since arriving here, it was no wonder he hadn't put in a home gym. Who needed one with four staircases in their house? That was fifty-two bloody steps, by the way.

Taehyung found Jungkook in his workroom, bent over his desk, meticulously going over some plans. He didn't think the man ever slept.

Jungkook was casual today, no suit pants or shirt in sight. He obviously wasn't expecting to get called into the office at any point.

Jungkook was in a green and white striped polo shirt and light wash jeans, barefoot. The hair was a complete mess, which meant he'd been running his fingers through it more than usual. Something had stressed him out.

Taehyung didn't want to make things worse for him if that was the case, but he also knew that he had to address this.

He refused to lose himself to a man's money. He couldn't just roll over with this one, he had to say something.

Taehyung approached him without making a sound, momentarily surprised by his own stealth. He didn't trip once or break any toes.

Jungkook hadn't heard him, so when he 'drove' the little charm across his plans, he watched his entire body stiffen.

Jungkook slowly looked to the side and... oh my.

Hussy bolted in; seemingly back from his prolonged visit to the Isle of Swoon. Taehyung hadn't heard from his inner soul all week, he'd jumped ship on Sunday evening.

Watching Jungkook bend down repeatedly while moving his boxes around had just been too much for Hussy.

Emerald pools blinked up at him, framed by the glasses.

Taehyung could already feel his resolve slipping. The glasses were bad. Very bad. Bad for Taehyung.

Jungkook dropped his pencil slowly; the movement measured, and pulled himself up to full height.

Don't do the creepy up and down 'checking him out' stare thing! Don't do it! DO NOT!

Jeez, even his feet were nice.

God dammit Kim!

Taehyung gulped as his eyes met his. His, he was pretty. And what was it about those glasses?

Jungkook cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrows.

Oh right, the charm...

"Jungkook," He began, his voice small. "I can— OH!"