Fateful Alliance ∞

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Third person's pov

After a delightful dinner, Jungkook and Taehyung retreated to the bedroom, the anticipation of a cosy movie night hanging in the air. Not ready to surrender to sleep just yet, they decided to embark on a cinematic adventure.

As Taehyung reclined on the bed, he opened his laptop, inviting Jungkook into a snug embrace. Positioning himself behind Jungkook, Taehyung held him close, creating a warm and intimate space. With the laptop strategically placed in front of them, they prepared for a night of entertainment.

Casually browsing through the movie options, Taehyung initiated the conversation, "Which movie should we watch?"

Jungkook, known for his penchant for sappy romantic movies, admitted, "I don't know. I usually only watch sappy romantic movies. You decide."

Taehyung, seeking a change of pace, suggested, "How about we watch a thriller? There's this new movie that was just released on Netflix a few days ago."

In agreement, Jungkook nodded, "We can watch that."

The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamp, casting a serene ambience. As the movie began, suspenseful music filled the room, adding to the anticipation of the plot twists. Taehyung's arms provided a comforting shelter for Jungkook as they both focused on the screen.

Amid the suspenseful movie, a particularly intense jump scare sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. Reacting instinctively, he turned away from the screen, seeking refuge in the comforting embrace of Taehyung. Clutching onto Taehyung's shirt, he buried his face, finding solace in the fabric as his heart raced.

Taehyung, ever the reassuring presence, smiled and gently brushed his hands through Jungkook's hair, a comforting gesture to ease the tension. The room, now illuminated only by the soft glow of the laptop, created an intimate atmosphere.

As the jump scare sequence concluded, Jungkook turned back to the screen, determined to face whatever thrills the movie had in store. However, another jump scare, more unexpected than the last, appeared on the screen. This time, with newfound determination not to succumb to fear, Jungkook kept his gaze fixed on the unfolding scenes.

As the character on the screen screamed, Jungkook's grip tightened. This time, instead of turning away, he held Taehyung's hand, which rested gently on his waist. The strength of his squeeze communicated his determination to brave the on-screen frights.

The room echoed with the character's scream, but in that moment, it was drowned out by the palpable connection between Jungkook and Taehyung. Though Jungkook's grip was firm enough to leave a temporary mark on Taehyung's hand, the latter didn't mind. In fact, he found solace in being Jungkook's anchor during the thrilling scenes.

The movie reached its climax, leaving both Jungkook and Taehyung on the edge of their seats. The suspenseful atmosphere lingered even as the credits started rolling in. Jungkook, who had been unknowingly holding his breath throughout the intense scenes, finally let out a deep exhale as the tension eased.

Turning to Taehyung with wide eyes, Jungkook searched for words to articulate his reaction. "Wow... that was..."

"Terrific," Taehyung completed his sentence, mirroring Jungkook's sentiment.

A few moments later, they both became aware that they were still holding each other's hands. The realisation made them share a subtle, mutual smile as they simultaneously let go, breaking the physical connection but leaving the lingering warmth of shared moments in the room. The movie might have ended, but the quiet thrill of the evening and the subtle traces of their closeness remained.

Jungkook took a moment to reflect before expressing his feelings, "Thank you for today. I had so much fun."

Taehyung reciprocated the sentiment with a warm smile, "I had fun too. After a long time, I enjoyed someone's company. So, thank you." The genuine exchange of gratitude lingered in the air, emphasizing the significance of their shared experience.

In the quietude of the night, as they prepared for bed, the subtle sounds of their nightly routine echoed in the room. The soft rustle of clothes, the gentle splashing of water as they washed up—these were the familiar melodies that signalled the end of the day.

Jungkook hesitated as he settled beside Taehyung, creating a deliberate but subtle distance between them. Uncertainty lingered in the air, a silent question of whether the closeness from the previous night was a one-time occurrence. Taehyung, attuned to Jungkook's unspoken concerns, broke the silence.

"We can cuddle if you want," Taehyung's offer hung in the air, a gentle invitation that carried a warmth that surpassed the room's ambient temperature. Jungkook, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks, couldn't resist the pull and shifted closer, allowing the boundary between them to dissolve.

The touch of Taehyung's hand finding its place on Jungkook's waist sent a comforting shiver through him. It was a subtle gesture, yet it spoke volumes about the growing connection between them. Jungkook reciprocated by placing his hand on Taehyung's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

With a contented smile, Jungkook closed his eyes, surrendering to the vulnerability of the moment. The room, now dimly lit, seemed to cocoon them in a shared intimacy. As Taehyung drifted into a peaceful slumber almost instantly, Jungkook lay awake, absorbing the calming cadence of Taehyung's breathing.

Jungkook's thoughts, for the first time in his life, were not filled with different prompts and novel ideas and POVs but a certain someone. A certain someone whose arms Jungkook was lying in.

In the quietude of the night, amidst the tranquility of the room, Jungkook's contemplations took a poignant turn. He thought to himself, "Like most love stories, marriage wasn't the result of our love and love story, maybe it is the start of this love story. Maybe Taehyung is my Damon Sokolov. He is nothing like people talk about him. Not cold, rude, strict. But rather so sweet, caring, a perfect gentleman, handsome and hot... Maybe he will complete all my dreams...

Maybe, just maybe... Dad unknowingly brought me happiness instead of pain."

Jungkook's musings danced in the quietude, each word echoing the evolving sentiments within him. He smiled to himself and let sleep engulf him, transporting him to dreamland.

(Sorry!!! Short chapter! I tried to write as much as I could in the time I have... I'll update as soon as possible!!)