Hearts Aligned - A Night of Unspoken Promises and Boundless Passion

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The day had finally arrived. Taehyung was leaving for Paris. For Jungkook, these past few days had been a tormenting whirlwind of emotions. He had struggled within himself, battling the overpowering feelings that threatened to consume him. The thought of Taehyung drifting further and further away was killing him inside. Determined, Jungkook made up his mind: he was going to confess his feelings to Taehyung, regardless of the consequences.

On the other hand, Taehyung sat alone in a dimly lit bar. He had two hours left before he had to leave for the airport. His flight was scheduled for midnight. Lost in his thoughts, he absentmindedly listened to the music playing in the background. Suddenly, the lyrics of a song caught his attention:

"Know that you made me
I don't like how you paint me, yet I'm still here hanging
Not what you made me
It's something like a daydream
But I feel so seen in the night
So for now, it's only me
And maybe that's all I need
We can't be friends
But I'd like to just pretend
You cling to your papers and pens
Wait until you like me again
Wait for your love
Love, I'll wait for your love"

The words hit hard. Taehyung's mind zeroed in on one particular line: "Love, I'll wait for your love." It resonated deeply with him, reflecting his own situation. He couldn't deny his feelings for Jungkook any longer, and the thought of suppressing them was unbearable.

He stood up abruptly, gathered his belongings, and dashed out of the bar. As he rushes to jungkook's apartment his mind was set. He couldn't drift away from his love. He had held onto these feelings for so long; he couldn't just let them slip away. He had to fight for his love, even if it meant waiting for Jungkook to feel the same way.

When Taehyung reached Jungkook's apartment, he found it empty. Jungkook had left for something important an hour ago. Taehyung's heart sank with disappointment. With no other choice, he headed to the airport, feeling a heavy sense of regret that he couldn't see Jungkook one last time before leaving.

Upon arriving at the airport, Taehyung was informed that he would be traveling on the company's private jet. He felt a strange sense of unease; everything had been arranged for a commercial flight, so why the sudden change? Unaware of what had transpired, he made his way to the jet.

Inside, he noticed someone sitting with a cap pulled low over their face, seemingly asleep. Assuming it was Jimin or J-Hope, who also had fashion week commitments, he approached the figure. But as he drew nearer, he stopped halfway, realizing that it wasn't Jimin or J-Hope—it was Jungkook.

Taehyung's heart raced with a mix of relief, shock, and happiness. He wasn't sure what to do. Tears welled up in his eyes as he took in the sight of Jungkook, Overwhelmed, Taehyung reached out, about to caress Jungkook's face, but stopped himself, afraid to wake him.

Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung was startled when Jungkook stirred and woke up. Jungkook looked up as Taehyung approached, his heart raced, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

"Jungkook... what are you doing here?" Taehyung finally managed to ask, his voice trembling slightly.

Jungkook stood up, taking a step closer to Taehyung. "I needed to see you before you left," he said, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. "There's something I have to tell you, Taehyung."

Taehyung's heart pounded in his chest. "What is it?" he asked his voice hoarse holding back his tears.

But before he can say something he saw him wiping away tears, Jungkook quickly come closer cupping his face. "Tae, what happened? Why are you crying? Is it because of me? Did I hurt you?"

Taehyung tried to hide his tears, but Jungkook's concern only made them flow more freely. They sat down, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Tae, please, tell me. Is it because of me? Did I hurt you?"

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