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Thursday

In the quiet of the early morning, Taehyung stirred, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft light filtering through the blinds. The air was still, the world outside his window just beginning to stir with the promise of a new day. He lay there for a moment, savoring the feel of the crisp, cool sheets against his skin, and the faint scent of ink and leather that lingered from the night before. His thoughts drifted to the passionate moment he had last night with Jungkook in the back room of the tattoo parlor. The memory brought a warm flush to his cheeks.

As he pushed himself out of bed, the floorboards creaked beneath his feet, echoing through the stillness of his apartment. He padded over to the kitchen, the smell of coffee already wafting through the air from the automatic brewer. The sound of the coffee machine's final gurgles filled the room as he poured himself a cup, the steam rising to kiss his nose with a bittersweet embrace. Taehyung took a tentative sip, the warmth spreading through him like a comforting blanket. He couldn't believe how much had changed in such a short time. Jungkook, his boss, had become so much more than that. His confidant, his muse, and now, something he wasn't quite ready to put a name to.

The low rumble of Bam's snoring from the living room couch grew louder as Taehyung approached. He chuckled, placing a gentle hand on the Doberman's broad back. Bam's tail thumped against the cushion in his sleep, a silent greeting. Yeontan, the Pomeranian, sat perched on the armrest, his tiny nose twitching as he sensed movement. Taehyung picked him up, feeling the warmth of the little dog's body against his. Yeontan's eyes fluttered open, and he yawned, stretching his tiny paws into the air. They shared a quiet moment, the only sound being the steady beat of Bam's tail on the floor.

With Yeontan in his arms, Taehyung walked over to the windowsill, where a patch of sunlight had started to spread. He sat down, the light bathing them both in a gentle glow. Yeontan squirmed with excitement, his fluffy fur catching the light like a miniature sun. Taehyung couldn't help but wonder what the dogs had made of the previous night's events. They had always had a knack for sensing his moods, and today, they seemed more attentive than usual. Bam raised his head and looked at them, his dark eyes reflecting a curiosity that was almost human-like.

Setting Yeontan down, Taehyung petted Bam's sleek, black fur, feeling the warmth of the dog's body against his palm. The Doberman nuzzled into his touch, his tail wagging slightly. It was moments like these that reminded Taehyung of the uncomplicated nature of animal companionship. How they didn't judge or question, they simply loved. He wished humans could be more like that sometimes, especially when it came to matters of the heart. The thought of Jungkook and the unspoken tension between them filled him with a mix of excitement and dread.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. The sound was like a heartbeat in the quiet apartment, echoing through the air. Taehyung's pulse quickened as he set his coffee aside and made his way over. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. When he opened the door, there was Jungkook, dressed casually in a fitted black T-shirt and ripped jeans, looking as handsome as ever. His hair was ruffled, as if he'd just rolled out of bed, and his eyes held the same intensity that Taehyung had seen in the tattoo parlor the night before. Jungkook's gaze lingered on him, searching, and Taehyung felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Hey," Jungkook said, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate in the very core of Taehyung. "I hope I didn't wake you."

Taehyung swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "No, I just woke up a few minutes ago." He stepped aside, allowing Jungkook to enter. The tension was palpable, a live wire stretched taut between them. Jungkook's eyes searched his, looking for some clue as to what the night had meant to him.

Jungkook walked in, his movements deliberate and sure. He paused in the living room, taking in the sight of Bam, who had now jumped off the couch and was eagerly greeting him with a wagging tail. "Hey, buddy," he said, crouching down to pet the dog. Yeontan trotted over, tail wagging, and Jungkook couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two dogs playing together. It was moments like these that made him feel a bit more at home in Taehyung's space, a place that was quickly becoming as familiar to him as the ink on his own skin.