Reluctant Hearts ✔️

Chapter - 41

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playιng: [Spring Snow] - [10CM]

*highly recommended song to listen while or before reading the chapter

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You are the spring 

I've waited for a long time 

'Cause I'm falling slowly in love with you 

Even if it gets erased again 

All my life is you

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Jungkook paces around the room, his mind racing with questions as Taehyung casually gets dressed behind him. He turns to ask something, but mid-sentence, he catches Taehyung in the act of dropping his towel to pull on his underwear. Jungkook lets out a small shriek, quickly turning around, his hands flying up to cover his eyes.

"For god's sake, Taehyung!" he mutters in exasperation, "Sometimes I don't understand what goes on in your head."

Taehyung chuckles, entirely unbothered as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants. "Simple," he says with a grin, "I wanted to see you." He ties the drawstring and adds, "You can turn around now."

Jungkook sighs, spinning back around with a mock glare. "What if Mina finds out you are here?"

Taehyung shrugs, as nonchalant as ever. "So what? She's your assistant. Shouldn't she know about us too?"

Jungkook frowns, folding his arms. "Why don't you just tell the whole world already?"

Taehyung's eyes light up mischievously. "That's a good idea! Let's do it."

Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes. "Taehyung, what did I say about—"

Taehyung cuts him off with a raised hand, chuckling. "Right, right, no expectations. I get it. Relax."

Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief, still trying to process Taehyung's sudden appearance. "Did you really fly all the way here?"

Taehyung steps closer, his tone softening. "I didn't want to wait a month. Also, I couldn't just sit back while you kept getting yourself hurt."

Before Jungkook can protest, Taehyung takes his hands, inspecting them carefully. "Where did you get hurt?"

"It's nothing," Jungkook mumbles, attempting to pull his hands back. "Just a scratch."

But Taehyung isn't having it. He gently tugs up Jungkook's sleeve, revealing a noticeable gash on his arm. His brow furrows as he carefully runs his fingers over the injury. "Always so careless," he murmurs, his voice tinged with concern. He looks up at Jungkook, eyes soft but serious. "Do you really have to do all the stunts yourself?"

Jungkook sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I like doing them. It's part of the job."

Taehyung huffs, clearly not satisfied with that answer. "Fine," he says after a beat, "But on one condition."