Behind the Scenes

Nostalgia

/ Third person POV /

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm dying, man. I'm dying! I'm- I'm dead."

Jungkook dropped his controller and slumped his back against the beanbag chair behind him. Taehyung, who was sitting on the carpeted floor next to the younger boy, let out a sigh.

"I can't keep saving you bro."

"I'm telling you, it's the tattoo. It's limiting my arm movement."

Taehyung laughed at this. "You don't really need your arm to play now do you."

There was no reply.

"Jungkookie. You good?" Taehyung leaned over to get a better glimpse at the tattooed boy, a little worried that he had over-exerted himself. His head lay motionless on the beanbag and his eyes were closed.

"Jungkook." At this point Taehyungs's face was hovering a safe distance above the other boy's, with only his left arm pressed against the carpeted floor to support his weight.

"You sleeping for real?" He examined the other's face with wandering eyes.

He's wearing his lip ring today.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open.

"Ah." Taehyung's eyes darted upwards, meeting the other's wide, glassy ones.

He should have retreated at that moment and scolded Jungkook for worrying him. That's what he always does. But he missed the right timing to pull away, so now they were stuck in this awkward staring contest.

Jungkook's eyes quivered. A hint of red started creeping up the tips of his ears. He almost looked... panicked. It was as if emotions he had been trying so hard to suppress were on the verge of overflowing.

Taehyung swallowed a lump in his throat.

Why isn't he pushing me away? This isn't like him.

Can he hear my heart right now?

If there was a higher power, Taehyung would have believed all of it. Because right now, for some godforsaken reason that made absolutely no fucking sense, something was making him move forward.

He was inching closer.

Jungkook noticed this. Too panicked to do anything about it, he held his breath and closed his eyes instinctively.

After a few milliseconds of what felt like forever, and warm breath teasingly tickling their faces, they felt their lips touch.

A wave of heat instantly washed over their bodies. Fireflies flew about in their stomachs and ascended up their chests.

Suddenly, they were back in that toilet cubicle 4 years ago.

"Jungkook! I called you like 5 times for fuck's sake."