Stuck With You [Taekook ff]

55 | I Know Jungkook and His Family

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Jungkook and Taehyung woke up to their final day in Greece. The soft sunlight streamed through the windows of their villa, bouncing off the whitewashed walls, and filling the space with warmth. Jungkook stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of Taehyung beside him, his mind still lingering in the peaceful limbo between sleep and waking. They lay there for a few more minutes, listening to the distant sounds of the Aegean Sea, savoring the tranquility before the inevitable reality of their departure set in. Their plane would leave Greece the following morning.

Eventually, they rose and stepped out onto the terrace. The view was breathtaking, with the brilliant blue of the sea blending into the sky, creating a perfect horizon. The private pool glistened in the morning light, inviting them for one last swim. Without a word, Jungkook and Taehyung undressed and slipped into the water, feeling the coolness embrace them. They swam together in silence, enjoying the quiet moments of togetherness, the soft splash of water the only sound breaking the calm.

After their swim, they lounged by the pool, a luxurious breakfast spread before them. They had ordered Greek omelets, fresh fruits, pastries, and rich, aromatic coffee which had been delivered, as they indulged in the simple pleasures of the morning. As they ate, Jungkook seemed distracted, his thoughts elsewhere. Taehyung noticed immediately, his brow furrowing as he watched Jungkook's faraway expression.

"What's on your mind?" Taehyung asked gently, setting his coffee down.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice quiet, as if he was still processing the thoughts swirling in his head. "I had a dream last night," he said. "About a piano. It was in this space at 685 Park Avenue in Manhattan."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, confused. "A piano? Why does that sound familiar?"

Jungkook ran a hand through his damp hair. "Yerin mentioned it in her cryptic instructions remember? She told me to go to the place where I had my first recital. But I never had a formal recital, not in the way most people do. It must have been in that apartment on Park Avenue. It's the only thing that makes sense." Jungkook recalled that in the dream, there was a male and female there listening to him peck on the piano keys. The location looked like the living area of the pictures of the condo that Gerard Benson had a photo of.

Taehyung frowned, sensing the unease in Jungkook's voice. He knew that tone all too well, the way Jungkook's mind spiraled when he couldn't make sense of something. Jungkook's hands had begun to tremble slightly, and he looked like he wanted to shrink into himself, to hide away from the world. But this time, Taehyung was there to make sure he didn't try to crawl into some small closet to feel safe.

"Hey," Taehyung said softly, moving closer to him, and pulling him up to stand in front of him. Without waiting for a response, he wrapped his arms around Jungkook, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "It's okay. You're okay."

Jungkook let himself be held, taking in the warmth of Taehyung's presence, his breath steady. Taehyung kissed the side of his head, his lips lingering for a moment as if to reassure him that he was safe.

"You're okay," Taehyung repeated, his voice firm but tender.

Jungkook pulled away slightly, just enough so that he could look into Taehyung's face. He smiled, though his eyes were glossy as if tears might spill over at any moment. "Yeah, I'm okay," he murmured, though it seemed like he was trying to convince himself as much as Taehyung.

"You're all I'm worried about now," Taehyung whispered, his right thumb brushing softly over Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook's smile widened a little. "Sir, I'd say you have an addiction."