Important Business

Part 9.1

Taehyung rolled onto his stomach and looked at his phone. The TV was blaring in the background and it was the only light source in the slowly darkening room. He sighed and opened the chat with Jungkook, scrolling through it. Two days had passed and it was radio silence. The last exchange between them had been telling each other good night and now... nothing.. crickets.

Taehyung rolls on his back and lets his hands rest on his stomach, thinking back at the kiss and his stomach gives a little tingle. He was still amazed about his own behavior, playing it cool after realizing Jungkook's own shock about his action.

Taehyung's pulse had beaten wildly when Jungkook took the wig and hat off, and when his hand sifted through Taehyung's hair. But he felt close to a cardiac arrest, when Jungkook leaned in and pressed his lips to his, and Taehyung had the urge to claim him instantly. He had jumped right in. Had he been too brash?

Everything was so fucked up now and he didn't know how he should have acted. Afterwards, Jungkook's face had been full of concern and embarrassment. The regret clearly written all over his face and it stung.

The phone on his stomach suddenly vibrates with an incoming call and he fumbles for it. It slips through his fingers and falls to the floor, with a thump. Gladly onto the plush carpet.

"Shit," he curses and hurriedly dives for it because the caller ID showed that it was Jungkook.

"Yeah," Taehyung answers breathlessly and thinks he sounds like he ran to the phone.

"Tae?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, and sounds slightly concerned.

"I'm fine, sure. What's up?" he asks nonchalantly, his heartbeat picking up traitorously.

"Hi," Jungkook says and it sounds a bit shy now and Taehyung has to smile.

"How are you?" he asks.

"I'm okay... I ", he stops and takes a quick breath. "Can I see you? Are you busy?"

"No," Taehyung says hurriedly and his insides tingle once again with excitement.

"Oh," Jungkook sounds disappointed.

"No, I mean I am not busy," Taehyung clarifies. "You can see me, of course."

"Can I come to your apartment? I want to talk to you in private," he answers seriously and Taehyung feels a foreboding vibe. He swallows, bracing himself for what was to come.

"Of course you can come over. I will tell security to let you in."

Taehyung gives Jungkook his address and they hang up. He looks at the dark ceiling and sighs. This could go several ways. Jungkook could admit his undying love for Taehyung or he could break off their friendship before it even really began because he was feeling guilty for kissing Taehyung, despite his rules.

Taehyung snorts without humor. The first was definitely not going to happen.

He rolls off the sofa and turns the light on. The living room looked like a hurricane had rushed through it and he began to clean up after himself.

It took him nearly 30 minutes and he was stuffing the last shirt into his closet when the doorbell rang. He was wearing old, comfortable clothes and his hair looked like birds had nested in it. Taehyung ran his hands through his hair, combing it back in an attempt to look presentable.

The doorbell rang a second time and he hurried to the door.

"Why are you so impatient?" he asked and swung it open.