MAGIC OF HEARTS- Taegguk/Vkook

Chapter- Three

Taehyung's pov :

I stepped into the room first, my eyes scanning the space. It was minimalistic yet elegant, with two beds on opposite sides, a wooden desk in the corner, and the same refined design that had made the house feel ancient but modern at the same time. The silence in here felt heavier than usual, thick with the tension that had been building between me and Jeongguk all day.

Jeongguk was already by the window, his back to me, standing completely still as he gazed out into the distance. His posture was rigid, almost like he was trying to block out everything else around him. I could feel the coldness radiating off him, the same coldness I had noticed the moment we met earlier at headquarters. The way he kept his distance from the group, his eyes narrowed and calculating, made it clear that he didn't want to be here. He didn't want to share anything, especially not with me.

I took a deep breath, walking to the bed closest to the door, setting down my bag slowly. The room felt almost suffocating, but I knew I couldn't let this awkwardness linger. Jeongguk and I had to make this work. We had to.

"So," I said casually, hoping to break the silence. "I guess we're stuck with each other, huh?"

I watched him closely, waiting for some reaction. He didn't turn around, but after a beat, he muttered something under his breath, barely enough for me to hear.

"Looks like it."

The flatness in his voice made it clear that he wasn't interested in small talk. It was no surprise. I had already picked up on how closed off he was, and I couldn't blame him for it. Some people just kept their walls up higher than others.

I wasn't about to back off, though. I needed to get through to him somehow, even if it was just a little bit. Maybe I could make him feel less... alone in this situation.

I leaned back against the bedframe, folding my arms across my chest, trying to keep things light. "I'm not so bad, you know. I'm a pretty good roommate. I keep to myself mostly.... That's a bit hard to avoid."

His gaze flicked to me briefly, the faintest narrowing of his eyes, and I could feel that same discomfort in him. But it wasn't anger, not exactly. It was more like... he didn't want me to notice him. Didn't want me to see through him.

I sighed internally, but I kept my tone light. "I'm not here to make you uncomfortable. But I've got this thing where I can't help but understand what people are feeling. It's just the way I am."

For a moment, I thought maybe he might say something. Something sharp, maybe. But he only turned his head slightly, not quite meeting my eyes. His voice, when it came, was low and distant, just like always.

"I'm not one to share things."

I could hear the finality in his voice, the barrier in place, but I didn't want to let it stay that way. I smiled, even though I could feel the weight of his words in the air between us.

"I get it. You don't have to share anything," I said softly, not pushing too hard. "But if you ever want to talk... or if you just want someone to be around, I'm here. That's all I'm saying."

There was a long pause, the silence between us stretching. Jeongguk didn't answer, but I could see his back had softened slightly, his shoulders no longer as tense as before. Maybe he wasn't as closed off as he wanted me to think.

I decided to push a little more. "Fine. No pressure. But just know, I'm not expecting you to talk about your feelings or anything. I'm not that type."

That earned me a small shift in his posture, just enough for me to feel like we weren't on completely opposite sides anymore. His response was short, his voice muffled as he glanced back out the window.