The following days felt like a dream for Jungkook. Despite the phone disaster, Taehyung had left him with an experience he couldn’t have imagined—a personal selfie, his kindness, and even the money to buy a new phone. It was surreal, but reality eventually settled back in.
Jungkook sat on his bed, staring at the broken remnants of his old phone, which still lay on his desk. The shattered screen was a painful reminder of the chaos that had unfolded, but the memory of Taehyung’s smile and the way he had reassured him kept him going.
After days of indecision, Jungkook finally made his way to the store. He had the cash Taehyung had given him securely in his pocket. Every step felt like a fresh start, a new chapter after the whirlwind of emotions. The store was brightly lit, and the new phones glistened in the display cases, taunting him with their shiny, uncracked screens.
As Jungkook examined the options, his temporary phone buzzed in his pocket—the one he had borrowed from Jimin after the incident.
Jimin: "Kookie, did you get a new phone yet?"
Jungkook: "Just picking one out now."
Jimin: "Make sure it’s one with a good camera. You need to keep that selfie safe!"
Jungkook smiled, his chest warming at Jimin’s teasing. That selfie had become his most precious possession, not just because of the photo itself, but because of the memory behind it. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Taehyung’s gentle voice, the way he’d crouched down to comfort him, and the kindness he had shown when he didn’t have to.
Jungkook ended up choosing a phone with a sleek design and, as Jimin had suggested, an excellent camera. As the store employee set it up for him, Jungkook’s mind drifted back to the concert. He hadn’t expected anything more to come from that day, but then…
His phone buzzed again, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, not recognizing the number, but when he opened the message, his breath caught.
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Jungkook blushed furiously, rereading the message over and over. Someone Taehyung couldn’t ignore? His head felt like it was spinning.
--- Later that night, Taehyung sat in his living room, scrolling through his phone. After texting Jungkook earlier, he felt a strange pull to know more about him. There was something about the young fan that intrigued him—something deeper than just admiration.
Out of curiosity, he decided to check Jungkook's social media. With a few clicks, he found Jungkook's profile, and as he scrolled through the photos, something stirred inside him. Jungkook's features were striking—his doe eyes, his sharp jawline, and the way his lips parted slightly in some of the pictures.
Taehyung found himself pausing at a particular picture—one where Jungkook was smiling shyly, his hair slightly messy, giving off a carefree yet endearing vibe. He couldn’t help but be drawn to the way Jungkook’s eyes shone with a certain innocence, but also a quiet strength.
