love for a boy(friend) \\ taekook

13 ~ 🔥 everything in its own time

There are moments in life when anticipation builds unexpectedly, and once it takes over, it casts hope into the farthest corners of our hearts.

We begin to build stories in our minds, imagining even the smallest details of how things could unfold.....

how nice it would feel if the ones we long for might feel the same way towards us. how seamlessly they might align with our deepest desires.

you can say its like a daydream that feels so vivid and so real that we almost begin to believe it's reality and would decline anything that is not aligning with this reality we created in our heads.

But reality rarely follows the script we have written. when we realize we've been trapped in a loop of our own creation, when it hits that things didnt go as we wanted them to - it throws us into chaos.

the disappointment cuts deeper because it wasnt just our hope that was shattered but the belief that we deserve the things we want. 

it leaves behind a hollow ache, a reminder of how foolish we were to expect anything to begin with.

that hollow ache is a heaviness that weighs down on you with each breath that reminders of the emptiness we feel inside once our hopes shatter. this ache lingers like a shadow, dulling other senses.

This was exactly the feeling Jungkook woke up to. he lay in bed, in Taehyung bed to be more specific. he is staring at the ceiling as memories of last night replayed in his mind.

each moment of the high hopes that had quickly crumbled into disappointment. how he was so stupid and desperate, acting like a high schooler with a crush on a teacher. doing so many things out of his character for little attention and all of this for what? just to get rejected. 

what was I thinking? im out of his league, of course he wouldn't want to let me touch him like that. stupid, so fucking stupid Jungkook 

He decides to follow Taehyung's lead from now on. no way he would let himself embarrass himself like that ever again. As he slowly pushed himself up, the sunlight filtered through the curtains, its morning. well I cant just stay in his room forever.... he sighs and gets up

The younger looks at himself in the mirror, still wearing the outfit from last night. how fucking embarrassing he thinks as he opens the door and walks towards the kitchen, where he sees the barista making breakfast.

'Jungkook-ah, I made some breakfast, go wash your face and come eat. I put some clean clothes in the bathroom' the blond says with a smile, his back to Jungkook as he cuts some fruits to serve near the french toast he made. 

the sweet, buttery aroma of the breakfast filled the room with a warm and cozy embrace. Vanilla and cinnamon blended, evoking memories of lazy Sunday mornings.

The scent eased the tension in the younger's chest with familiarity that made the morning feel special, a feeling that can only be described with one word- home.

the younger do as he was told, going to freshen up before joining the older for breakfast. they both sit quietly next to each, not saying a word but then the older yawns, raising both arms up to stretch and landing on of them on Jungkook's thigh.

He playfully moves it up and down, his thin fingers brushing the exposed skin as the younger was wearing one of the barista's pajama pants. 

A tingly feeling raced through Jungkook's body as the other brushed against his thigh, sending a wave of warmth flooding through him. The casual contact brought back all tension as Taehyung's hand inched closer to a certain area..... teasingly.