Flying first class| Taekook

Chapter 6 🌷

Jungkook was lost in his thoughts as he sat quietly in the audience, eyes drifting from the stage to the crowd. He glanced at the men around him—none of them stirred even a flicker of interest. Sharp suits, cologne, expensive watches—but none of it caught his eye.

Which was strange. All his life, he had liked girls. Dated them, kissed them, loved them, and only ever imagined being intimate with them.

But this morning—when he had fallen on older, when their faces were just inches apart—something had changed.

He had found him incredibly attractive. Not just his looks, but something about his presence. Strong, refined—warm.

He snapped out of it just enough to hear someone say something over his shoulder, but the words barely registered. His hand was already scribbling absently in the corner of his notebook, fingers tracing out a name: "Taehyung." He underlined it, then traced over it again, again, again.

"Kook."

Jungkook jolted a bit, quickly flipping the page.

"Yeah?" he answered too fast, blinking at Mingyu who raised a brow at him.

"What were you writing there, lover boy? That looked intense."

"I—it was nothing. Just notes," Jungkook muttered, though his ears turned pink.

"Sure. I always take notes by writing a man's name like a heartbroken teenager." Mingyu teased, leaning back in his seat.

Jungkook groaned, covering his face with his notebook. "You saw it?"

"I saw enough to ask if I should start planning a wedding."

"Shut up," Jungkook mumbled, but he was smiling behind the notebook, cheeks warm.

"You're glowing, by the way," Mingyu said with a nudge. "So whatever you're thinking about—keep thinking about it."

Jungkook peeked over the notebook, eyes still soft. He couldn't stop the quiet chuckle that slipped out.

Maybe he would keep thinking about it.

Taehyung had come straight home from the office, a little earlier than usual. The moment he stepped inside, he spotted the caretaker preparing to leave and gently took Yunhee into his arms before she could say goodbye.

"Thank you," he said softly, giving her a polite nod. She smiled and excused herself, leaving the two of them alone.

With the baby snug in his arms, Taehyung moved around the room aimlessly before settling on the couch. The cushions sank under their weight, and he adjusted Yunhee gently in his lap. A strange sense of peace blanketed the space—quiet, but not empty.

He glanced down at the small face now gazing up at him with wide, curious eyes. There was something grounding about this—about not coming home to emptiness, not to perfection. Someone who simply looked at him with trust.

"I don't really talk to you much, do I?" he murmured, running his fingers softly along Yunhee's plump cheek. "Not like Jungkook does."

Yunhee blinked, still watching him intently, his tiny hand curling around one of Taehyung's fingers.

"Do you like it?" he asked, voice even softer this time. The baby made a happy noise in response, and Taehyung couldn't help but smile—genuine and quiet.

He leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to Yunhee's cheek. Just like Jungkook does it.

And for a moment, he let himself feel it—this warmth, this softness, this strange craving to hold on to something he'd only just begun to understand.