✓BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 34

Instead of a glass, Jungkook showed up with an entire jug of water at Taehyung’s room door, whose moods changes as often as the weather of spring. The door was closed. Hadn't he just commanded water in a firm tone a moment ago? But now the door was shut from the inside. Is Taehyung like a chameleon, or what? One minute, he's good; the next, he's hard to approach. Like clouds in an autumn sky, sometimes soft and white, other times dark and foreboding.

Understanding people was a frighteningly difficult task.

Inside Jungkook, a quiet, steady beat of anxiety played on. Was his father really running for the election? From what he knew, his father never liked politics much. Then how could this be happening? What sort of conversation was Taehyung planning to have with him? He tapped lightly on the wooden door. Instantly, the door opened, and a deep voice greeted him, “Come in.”

With small, hesitant steps, Jungkook entered, stealing a quick glance at the door, noticing Taehyung closing it behind him and standing there with a stern gaze fixed on him. Quickly looking away, Jungkook placed the jug on the bedside table and decided to leave, head bowed. Raising his head would mean inviting trouble, like calling on a storm. And his heart was too small to hold such a big storm. So instead, he took a deep, silent breath and gave a mental pat to that innocent heart beating away inside him. Gathering his courage, he slowly moved toward the door. Ever since Jungkook realized Taehyung wanted him, his heart danced with excitement, a little bit of love, and a touch of bravery.

Leaning against the door with narrowed eyes, Taehyung asked, "Where are you going? And why is your head down? Are you getting married today? Feeling shy?"

Four questions! Jungkook halted under the barrage of questions. He shook his head once to the left, then once to the right. He heard Taehyung’s impatient voice, "Which question are you answering by shaking your head? Can’t you speak? Are you mute?"

The slight rebuke left Jungkook a bit disheartened. He’d been feeling a bit pampered the past few days. He wasn’t ready to be hurt by Taehyung's harshness. When you love someone, are you supposed to hurt them? Is it normal to speak so coldly? He’d heard that lovers speak poetically. In their class, there was a girl named Mina whose boyfriend wrote her beautiful letters, poems, and even sang sweet words of love. She’d been dating a classmate since eighth grade. Once, she’d shown him and Jimin a folded piece of paper, shyly saying, “My boyfriend gave this to me. Look, he wrote a poem just for me.” Jimin had taken the paper and read it aloud with excitement:

“You’re the flower, I’m the bird. Let’s fly together. Just say you love me once.”

But standing here, this tall, dark-eyed man wasn’t saying any sweet words to Jungkook. So, Jungkook kept quiet. This guy always seemed to look for an opportunity to embarrass him. He’l had even said once that slapping was a form of love! What kind of love was a slap—wasn't a kiss supposed to be love? When would this stiff, unromantic man understand that?

When would he offer a kiss?

“What are you thinking about?” Came Taehyung’s suspicious voice. Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts and mumbled softly, "N-nothing."

"Go and pour me a glass of water. Why did you bring a whole jug? Do you think I’m a desert, dried up inside?"

Jungkook nodded again, but this time Taehyung grew visibly more irritated. Grabbing his chin gently, he lifted Jungkook’s face and commanded,

“Look at me.”

Jungkook’s long lashes touched his skin, a wave of nervousness rising within him. Didn’t they say eyes speak? If Taehyung looked into his eyes and understood, then what would happen? So he refused to lift his gaze, afraid that a kiss would be too overwhelming for his soft heart to handle. Nervously, he muttered,