This Love Is...|| TAEKOOK ||

|6| one expensive dot

The weekend after midterms had ended, Kim found himself standing outside Jeon's door, a sense of excitement bubbling within him.

He raised his hand to knock, but before his knuckles could make contact with the wood, the door swung open, revealing Jeon standing there shirtless.

Kim's breath caught in his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he averted his gaze. "Uh, sorry, I... I didn't realize you were..."

Jeon's own cheeks coloured slightly as he hastily grabbed a shirt from a nearby chair. "Oh, Mr. Kim! Sorry about that, I was just, uh, getting ready. Come on in."

As they entered the apartment, tension hung in the air, both men feeling slightly awkward in each other's presence.

Clearing his throat, Kim finally spoke up. "So, um, I got us tickets for the museum. Thought it might be a nice way to unwind after the stress of midterms. We should probably leave in about an hour."

Jeon's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds fantastic, Mr.Kim! I'd love to go. I'll just grab my coat and we can head out."

They reached the museum in an hour, with Jeon aweing over how huge a museum actually looks like from the outside.

Kim then mulls over, "Then you should see how it is inside"

Jeon looks at Kim skeptically, but eventually shrugs. They finish checking in the tickets in the front counter. Kim gave Jeon three seconds before he- " Oh my god! This is huge!!!"

Kim followed a very enthusiastic Jeon inside the museum smiling over the younger

Kim laughed at the other being hyper . He still couldn't shake the image of Jeon's bare chest from his mind, the memory sending a shiver down his spine. It shouldn't be doing things inside of him. This feels extremely new. He had never felt anything like this before for anyone else.

As they entered the museum, they wandered through the halls, marvelling at the array of artifacts and exhibits on display. Jeon's energy was infectious, and Kim found himself drawn to his lively presence.

At one point, Jeon lingered in a particular section, his eyes scanning the artifacts with interest. Kim glanced around, taking in the sights, before realizing Jeon was no longer by his side.

"Jeon?" Kim called out, his voice tinged with concern as he searched the room.

Jeon appeared beside him with a grin, causing Kim to jump slightly in surprise. "Sorry about that, Mr. Kim. I got a bit caught up in the museum's treasures. Almost lost track of time."

Kim chuckled, relieved to see Jeon safe and sound. "No worries, Mr. Jeon. Just don't go disappearing on me like that again."

Jeon laughed, the sound like music to Kim's ears. "Wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Kim. Wouldn't want to lose such a beautiful and rare artifact."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air crackled with tension. Kim felt his cheeks flush as he looked away, unsure of how to respond to Jeon's compliment.

As they continued to explore the museum, their shoulders brushed against each other occasionally, sending sparks of electricity through Kim's body. He couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that radiated from Jeon's presence, the way his smile lit up the room.

Suddenly, Jeon's eyes lit up with excitement as he spotted a sign for a modern art exhibition in another wing of the museum. Without a word, he grabbed Kim's hand and pulled him along, his energy infectious as they made their way to the exhibit.

Kim couldn't help but be swept up in Jeon's enthusiasm, his heart pounding in his chest as they entered the exhibit. He glanced around, taking in the vibrant colors and abstract shapes that adorned the walls.

"I've never been a fan of modern art," Kim admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Jeon raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, come on, Mr. Kim. Art is meant to be fun and exciting, not stuffy and traditional."

Kim sighed, feeling a pang of doubt gnaw at him. "I suppose you're right, Mr. Jeon. It's just... not really my thing."

Their conversation was interrupted when they came across a painting—a simple dot on a canvas. Both Kim and Jeon stared at it in disbelief, their eyes widening as they noticed the exorbitant price tag displayed beside it.

Kim glanced at the painting, then at Jeon, "Well would you look at that and appreciate it."

Jeon let out a whistle, his voice filled with incredulity."$20 million?!?! I've seen more artistry in a spilled paint can."

Kim couldn't help but laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders as he joined in Jeon's amusement. "I think I'll stick to history lessons over art appreciation, thank you very much."

Jeon then chimed in disappointment, "Yeah, I think I should too. Maybe would think of giving up teaching altogether if I hadn't loved it just as much."

As they made their way out of the exhibit, still chuckling about the absurdity of the dot painting, Kim felt a sense of contentment wash over him. He glanced at Jeon, his heart fluttering in his chest as he realized how much he enjoyed spending time with him.

As they walked along the pathway outside the museum, bathed in the warm glow of the evening sunset, Kim finally worked up the courage to ask Jeon a question that had been nagging at him for weeks.

"Jeon," he began, his voice hesitant, "I realized something today. We've been working together for months, and yet I don't even know your first name."

Jeon's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across his face. "You know, Mr. Kim, I was just thinking the same thing. It's funny how we can spend so much time together and yet remain strangers in some ways."

They shared a laugh, the tension between them dissipating as they realized the absurdity of their situation.

"Well then," Kim said, his voice filled with newfound confidence, "shall we rectify that oversight?"

Jeon nodded, his smile widening. "I think we shall, Mr. Kim.". He removed his hand from his coat and lent it for a shake, "I'm Jeon Jungkook".

Kim smiled at him and glanced at the hand, shaking it, "Kim Taehyung."

The sound of their laughter echoed through the evening air as they continued their stroll, their bond stronger than ever before.