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Saturday

Today, Jungkook had another surprise in store. It was a day dedicated to music, as Jungkook knew Taehyung had a secret love for singing. They first went to the doctor for Taehyung's allergies, but after getting the necessary shots and prescriptions, Jungkook took him to a karaoke bar that was known for being a safe haven for those who loved to belt out their favorite tunes without fear of judgment. The neon lights outside the bar flickered in the late afternoon sun, casting a vibrant glow that promised a night of fun and freedom.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric with the muffled sounds of various songs coming from the private booths. Jungkook led Taehyung to one in the back, decorated with band posters and disco lights. As they settled in, the door closed behind them, the outside world fading away to the rhythm of their chosen songs. Jungkook selected a playlist filled with their favorite tracks, a mix of blues and modern pop anthems that made Taehyung's heart race with excitement.

The first song was Nobody by Mitski, a haunting melody that resonated with Taehyung's soul. Jungkook watched with admiration as Taehyung closed his eyes and sang, his voice a soft whisper that grew into a powerful crescendo. The raw emotion in his voice sent shivers down Jungkook's spine, and he couldn't help but think that Taehyung had a gift that was meant to be shared.

Between songs, Taehyung looked over at Jungkook, noticing the latter's quiet contemplation. "You know, you don't have to just sit there," he said with a playful nudge. "I've heard you humming around the shop. You've got a good ear for music. Why don't you sing with me?" Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. He had always loved music, but singing in front of others was something he reserved for the shower and his own thoughts.

After a moment of hesitation, Jungkook picked up the second microphone. "Fine," he said, trying to hide his nerves with a smirk. "But only if you promise not to laugh." Taehyung's eyes lit up with excitement, and he immediately queued up a song the both loved. As My Love All Mine started playing Taehyung sang first, setting the tone with his smooth voice. Jungkook took a deep breath and then joined in, his voice a harmonious blend with Taehyung's.

They sang with a passion that transcended the walls of the karaoke booth, their eyes locked on each other as if no one else existed. The lyrics spoke of love and longing, and Jungkook couldn't help but feel the weight of his own unspoken feelings. He watched Taehyung's expressive face, the way his eyes fluttered shut when he hit the high notes, and the way his smile grew with each word sung.

As the final chorus of their duet approached, Jungkook felt a surge of courage. He stepped closer to Taehyung, their bodies almost touching, and sang with a vulnerability that left him feeling exposed. Taehyung's eyes snapped open, and their gazes met, the air between them thick with unspoken words. The music swelled around them, and the applause from the other booths grew louder, but all Jungkook could hear was the thundering of his own heart.

The song ended, and for a moment, neither of them said a word. Then, Taehyung leaned over and whispered into Jungkook's ear, "You're pretty good at this." Jungkook felt a blush creep up his neck, and he chuckled nervously. "It's just a hobby," he replied, trying to downplay his talent. But deep down, he knew that the connection they had just shared was more than just a casual singing session.

They continued to take turns singing, each one feeding off the other's energy. Jungkook noticed that Taehyung's eyes had a spark in them that he hadn't seen before. Was it the music, or was it something more? He couldn't help but feel hopeful. As the night grew later, the bar started to fill up with people, and the music grew louder, but the two of them remained in their own little bubble, lost in the melodies and rhythms that bound them together.

After a particularly rousing rendition of a classic rock song, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Your turn to choose," he said, handing the remote to Taehyung. Taehyung's fingers danced over the buttons before finally selecting a Mitski track, one of Jungkook's favorite artists. The opening notes of "Your Best American Girl" filled the small room, and Jungkook watched as Taehyung's eyes lit up with recognition.

Taehyung began to sing, his voice a soft, intimate whisper that grew stronger with each verse. Jungkook was captivated by the raw emotion in Taehyung's delivery, feeling as if he was being let in on a secret part of Taehyung's soul. The words of the song resonated with him, and he found himself nodding along to the lyrics about love and identity. When Taehyung reached the chorus, his voice soared, filling the space with a passion that was impossible to ignore. Jungkook's heart swelled with affection, and he couldn't help but feel that this moment was significant, a turning point in their friendship.

As the song reached its climax, Jungkook found himself standing alongside Taehyung, their voices intertwining as they sang the final chorus together. The connection between them was palpable, a silent understanding that went beyond the words of the song. When the music faded out, the applause from the other patrons seemed distant, as if they were in their own universe. Taehyung's eyes searched Jungkook's, looking for something unspoken. Jungkook took a deep breath and decided to be bold. He leaned in and whispered, "Tae, I've never heard you sing like that before. It's like you're not just an artist, but a performer. Your voice has power."

Taehyung blushed, looking down at his hands. "Thanks, Jungkook," he murmured, his voice a little shaky. "I don't usually get the chance to do this outside of my headphones." Jungkook placed a hand on tge side of Taehyung's waist, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You should sing more often. You're really good."

Encouraged by Jungkook's words, Taehyung picked up the microphone again and scrolled through the song selection. His eyes lit up when he found another Mitski track, "Washing Machine Heart." He looked at Jungkook with a mischievous smile. "This one's for you," he said, winking. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, unsure if Taehyung knew how much this gesture meant to him.

As the opening chords of the song played, Taehyung began to sing, his voice filled with a longing that seemed to resonate with Jungkook's own feelings. The lyrics spoke of a love that felt like being trapped in a cycle of pain and pleasure, and Jungkook couldn't help but relate it to his own tumultuous emotions. He watched as Taehyung swayed to the music, his eyes closed, and the room seemed to shrink around them. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much to bear, and Jungkook had to remind himself to breathe.

When the chorus hit, Jungkook found his voice joining Taehyung's, their harmonies blending together like a perfectly inked tattoo. They sang as if the words were their own, pouring their hearts into every line. The song ended, and the applause from the surrounding booths washed over them, but it was the warmth of Taehyung's hand on Jungkook's arm that really registered. The touch was brief, but it was enough to make Jungkook's pulse race.

Taehyung set the microphone down, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Mitski gets it, you know?" he said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. Jungkook nodded, feeling a sudden urge to know everything Taehyung felt, every thought that danced behind those expressive eyes. "Yeah," he replied, his voice low. "She really does."

The night went on, and the playlist grew more personal, a sonic journey through their shared experiences and individual struggles. They sang of heartache and hope, of moments lost and found, their voices weaving together in a tapestry of emotion that only music could capture. Jungkook noticed the way Taehyung's hand hovered near his when they weren't holding the microphones, the way their knees would brush together under the table. Each touch, however accidental, sent a jolt through him, making his stomach flutter like a trapped bird.

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This book is ending on Tuesday as there is an epilogue on and guys a little spoiler...

In the epilogue, the whooooole chapter is smut👀

-lxnnie