King of Fashion ||KTH.JJK|| ✔️

1-|Where it Began|-6

Tires at a stop when the two men stepped out of the car together. Shutting doors to the car.

Walking in silence with the concrete stone path were the only sounds being heard. Seeing the place where Taehyung and Jungkook were sitting together when they were young.

Vante was cautiously walking to the stone column railings. Gazing across the innocent view yet, there's this heavy grey cloud above them. Not physically but with a weight surrounding them. "So Mr. Jeon, how are you gonna bring Taehyung back when he is mentally not with us?"

"I have a way," Jungkook stepped behind the pretty male, wrapped his arms around the waist gently as Vante flinched at the sudden delicate touch, "I should've figured this out when I was younger. In the place where it began." the small deep whispers felt warm to the ear.

"When I saw you Taehyung at the party that my mom hosted. I had this feeling you were something special. Even though I was shy back then, you brought this feeling of being with you more."

Vante hearing these made him see the past well. How it started with young boys sitting together on a starry night because their moms told them to hang out together.

From Taehyung's view, the young boy was shy but didn't mind the company. Asking about careers of the future. At that moment, a small litter patter of his heart pacing faster.

"What is this feeling of warmth and the memories seem so comforting?" confusion rose within the male. "I can't leave Taehyung alone."

"Why is that?" Jungkook asked in a curious soft tone, placing his head on the shoulder in front of him.

"All his life he's been alone while having friends after the red night of that damn party his mom went to." his hands tightening on the stone ledge railing. His fingers curled.

The younger black hair male hummed for a second, "But doesn't he have the freedom to be happy? Maybe you're the one holding Tae back. Making him do these things when he just wants to share his passion with someone he wants to share."

This was true.

Vante couldn't deny it. He thought what he did for Taehyung was something the both of them could be happy together. "That someone is you...since the beginning. Taehyung and you sharing something you love with fashion."

"Exactly. Now bring Taehyung back so he can spread his wings and fly."

The air stilled as Jungkook only heard weeping tears next to his ear. The pretty male was crying about having to let go of Vante for good. The ego that once protected, mentally brainwashed, and took over.

Taehyung's vision was blurry as his nose scrunched from sniffling.

Jungkook held the broad-built body closer to his muscular body. His arms holding tighter than before on the wait. Whispering sensually to Taehyung. "I'm glad you're back my love. I missed you so much."

"Jungkook I–"

"Shh, don't say anything. I want you to know that Vante is letting you free and being able to be yourself. Be with me. We can start where we left off when we were teenagers." Jungkook didn't wanna leave at that moment until the sunset turned into the starry night sky and they sat down in the same spot.

Taking small deep breaths from the chilled air with a light breeze.

"Tae, I want you to know that whatever is going on in that designer's mind, I'm always willing to help you."

These kind words made Taehyung feel warmth and reassurance even though without his crazy ego gone. A long-time burden lifted off his mind and chest.

Looking down at his lap and turned his head to look at the man who helped him deal with the one thing that held him back. "Jungkook...I want to ask you something."

Jungkook turned to face the other curiously. "What is it?"

"I want to thank you," the two-tone male took a deep breath before continuing, "thank you for dealing with Vante even though he had me doing those dramatic things at each fashion show on the carpet entrance, plus making you figure out who I am. It was stupid of me to do those things."

"They weren't stupid things Tae. I was scared I wasn't gonna be fashion king anymore, well I didn't care honestly for that title. I'm doing fashion my way and I'm gonna do it with you."

"Jungkook..."

Seeing that bright bunny smile in the same moment from back then on that red night. Taehyung expresses his lips with a boxy smile. Slowly, their fingers intertwined as their smiles dropped into grins, and then some tension stirred up between them as they leaned in closer to each other. "Tae, I want to make clothes with you."

"So do I."

"I love you Tae."

Meddling their lips together into a sweet passionate kiss. Jungkook took his other hand to gently hold the pretty male's jawline while slightly grazing his fingertips on the soft honey-tone skin. The moonlight is their only source of light for each other.

Shining down making this their moment of true honesty of their emotions.

Not wanting to lose one another.

Especially when they pulled away their lips, both knowing they couldn't stop there. So, they headed inside, walking up the stairs to the main bedroom.

Where everything will be revealed to rip and thread those needles to become patches to fix those wounds.

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I'm legit struggling to finish this story
and I'm sorry how short this is.
However, we are heading to spicy town and I will make sure it's long ('Д⊂ヽ