Study Buddies- kth+jjk

filler ep 6: coffee IS life!

Jungkook:

The summer heat was merciless, like it was trying to suffocate us. Our dorm wasn't much—just two small beds and a cluttered desk we shared. It was cozy, though. Taehyung loved to call it our "little sanctuary," but lately, it felt like we barely spent any time here together.

I'd been out a lot, always rushing off to do... things. Things Taehyung didn't know about, and I wasn't ready to explain yet.

Taehyung, however, was stuck in his usual routine—and complaining about it. A lot.

"I'm so tired, princess," he whined, sprawled out on his bed dramatically, arm draped over his face. "These lessons are draining my soul. The only thing keeping me going is, suprisingly, the meditation sessions, but they relax me too much. I end up napping every single time."

I glanced at him from where I sat at the desk, trying not to laugh. "So, what you're saying is, you're tired because you're too relaxed?"

He sat up and glared at me. "I'm saying that I'm exhausted, spiritually and emotionally! You wouldn't get it, Mr. I-Don't-Have-Time-to-Breathe."

I snorted. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," he said, pointing dramatically, "you're so busy these days that I bet even blinking feels like a waste of your precious time. Honestly, do you even sleep anymore?"

"Of course I sleep," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Sure, sure. Tell me more lies," he muttered, flopping back onto his bed. "Next thing you'll say is that you're secretly off saving the world or something."

"Well," I said, leaning back in my chair, "maybe I am."

He threw a pillow at me, and I ducked, laughing as it hit the wall behind me. "You're impossible," he grumbled.

"You love me," I shot back without thinking, then immidiately froze.

Taehyung rolled onto his side, a teasing smirk spreading across his face. "Hmmm? What was that, princess?"

"Nothing." I quickly turned back to my phone, ears burning.

He laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. "That's what I thought."

Time Skip

The next day, I slipped into the café during my usual outing. It wasn't a fancy place, but they made decent coffee—sweet enough to hide its' bitterness, just the way Taehyung liked it. I ordered a cup, paid, and wrote his name on it in blocky letters. Then, I handed it off to one of the staff members.

"Can you deliver this to room B-17 during the afternoon session?" I asked, referring to the class number for the meditation sessions.

The barista nodded, and I left before Taehyung could catch me.

Later that day, I stayed near the hallway, out of sight, close enough to see when the delivery arrived. Someone handed him the cup, and I watched as Taehyung's expression changed from confusion to curiosity. He tilted his head, turning the cup in his hands like it held some kind of secret. Then, cautiously, he took a sip.

And there it was—that small, satisfied little smile that lit up his face. My chest filled with pride, warmth spreading through me at the sight. I'd done that.

It worked.

Over the next few days, I made it a habit. Every afternoon, during his lessons, a sweet cup of coffee would arrive for Taehyung. I went to the café, messed with the sweetness level and made sure it was just right. Each time, I handed the cup off to the barista, making sure my name was out of it.