The next few weeks passed in a blur of simple moments—movies at home, late-night talks about everything and nothing, small surprises, and thoughtful gestures. But despite the warmth between them, there was still a lingering uncertainty, a silence in the air at times, as though they were both waiting for something to break.
One night, after a dinner they shared at Jungkook's apartment, they ended up sitting on the balcony, sipping drinks and watching the city lights twinkle below. The sound of crickets filled the silence, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of unsaid things hung between them.
Finally, Jungkook turned to Taehyung. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Taehyung said, his voice soft.
"Do you think... we're just... complicating things?" Jungkook asked, his words hesitant. "I mean, we're friends, right? But sometimes I feel like we're not just that anymore, and it freaks me out a little."
Taehyung looked at him, his eyes gentle. "I think we're figuring it out, Jungkook. It's not easy, but... sometimes it feels right. And other times, it doesn't have to be complicated. It just is."
Jungkook nodded slowly, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe it didn't have to be defined yet. Maybe they could just enjoy the journey, wherever it led.
The next day.....
It was an evening just like any other. They were sitting on the couch in Taehyung's apartment, the soft light of the TV casting flickers of light on their faces. They were laughing at some ridiculous video Taehyung had pulled up, but Jungkook couldn't focus. He kept glancing at Taehyung's lips, the way they curled up when he smiled, the way they looked so close, so inviting.
The laughter faded as they both realized the air had shifted. Taehyung's eyes met Jungkook's, and in that moment, time seemed to stretch. Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest, and Taehyung's gaze softened, his expression unreadable but tender.
Without thinking, Jungkook leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Taehyung didn't pull away. Instead, he met him halfway, and their lips brushed in a tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, as if they were testing the waters. But when Jungkook deepened the kiss, Taehyung responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Jungkook's neck.
The kiss felt like a release, like everything that had been building between them finally finding its place. When they pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.
Taehyung whispered, "That was..."
"Yeah," Jungkook replied, his voice quiet but full of certainty. "It was."
Ohooo first kiss ..... hehe
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A Dance in the Rain
FanfictionJeon Jungkook: A spirited and pleasant guy in his late twenties who recently ended a toxic relationship with his controlling ex-boyfriend. He is determined to reclaim his life and freedom, but his ex isn't ready to let go, often showing up uninvited...
