Secrets || VKOOK

Chapter 10

"What word rhymes with 'moon'?" Jungkook mused aloud, his pen hovering over the notepad in his hand. He glanced over at Taehyung, who was sprawled across the couch, a sea of crumpled paper surrounding him like a moat of forgotten ideas. Taehyung's eyes were closed, his face a picture of deep concentration, as he strummed an old guitar with gentle strokes, humming a melody that danced around Jungkook's question without quite landing on the answer.

Taehyung's eyes snapped open, and he smirked. "How about 'soon'?" he suggested, setting the guitar aside. Jungkook groaned playfully, tossing a scrunched-up piece of paper at him. "Too obvious," he said, but the spark of inspiration was already kindling in his eyes. He scribbled something down, muttered it under his breath, and then nodded in satisfaction.

They had decided to tackle a new challenge today: writing a song together. It was a project that had been on Taehyung's wishlist for a while, something they could do that combined their creative talents. Jungkook, ever the tattoo artist, was exploring his potential as a lyricist, while Taehyung, the café worker with a soulful voice, was eager to compose music that resonated with their shared experiences.

Their apartment was a sanctuary of comfort and creativity, the walls adorned with Jungkook's artwork and the air filled with the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen. The soft glow of the pendant lights above cast a warm hue over the living room, illuminating the mess of paper and the occasional splash of ink that had found its way onto the coffee table. The quiet was only pierced by the sound of their pens on paper and the occasional chord from Taehyung's guitar.

"What if we write about our love story?" Taehyung suggested, his voice a soft caress in the quiet room. Jungkook looked up, his gaze locking with Taehyung's, and the warmth in his eyes grew brighter. "Yeah," he murmured, "that could be interesting."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, letting the idea marinate. Then Jungkook spoke again, his voice tentative. "But how do we put into words something so...so big?" Taehyung nodded, understanding the weight of the question. They had been together for years, and their bond was as intricate as the tapestry of ink that adorned Jungkook's skin.

"Let's start with the moments," Taehyung suggested, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Like when we first met." Jungkook's smile grew wider at the memory. "You spilled coffee all over yourself, and I had to help you clean up," he said, chuckling. "It was like the universe's way of bringing us together," Taehyung added, his voice filled with affection.

They began to weave their lyrics from the threads of their past, each memory unraveling into a verse that painted a picture of their journey. The nervousness of their first date, the joy in their laughter echoing through the café, the quiet moments shared in the ink-stained studio, and the warmth of their first kiss under the glow of the moon. They scribbled down words and phrases, crossing out lines, and reworking verses until each one felt right.

The hours passed without them noticing, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting long shadows across the room. They worked tirelessly, fueled by the passion of their craft and the love that inspired it. Their hands touched often, exchanging glances filled with understanding and support. It was a dance of creativity that only the two of them knew the steps to.

Finally, Jungkook looked up from his pad, his eyes bright with excitement. "I think I've got it," he said, his voice filled with a newfound energy. "The chorus," he announced, and Taehyung leaned in, eager to hear. Jungkook began to recite the words he had written, his voice low and rhythmic, and Taehyung nodded along, feeling the melody take shape in his mind.

They worked together, refining the lyrics and finding the perfect chords to match. Taehyung's fingers danced over the strings of the guitar, bringing Jungkook's words to life. Each note resonated with the depth of their emotions, the music wrapping around their love story like a warm embrace. The verses flowed out of them as if they had been waiting for this moment all along.