silent symphony

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Yoongi doesn't like people so his party only contains his friend and his cousins, jungkook knows it that's why he is ready to take taehyung there.

Jungkook sticks to his all back jacket and jeans while he dressed taehyung in a black turtleneck 'for obvious reason' paired with yhe camel-brown tailored jacket, adorned with structured lapels and symmetrical pocket details. The high-waisted cream trousers introduce a soft, neutral tone that complements the earthy hues of the jacket, creating a harmonious palette.

Reaching at yoongi's place they were welcomed by yoongi. Jimin dragged taehyung along with him.

"Reason for your late arrival? " Yoongi raised his eyebrows.

Jungkook let out a forced chuckle.. "Busy in some work.. "

"Yah yah.... We are jobless.... " Yoongi said sarcastically.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, stepping further into the house. The cozy space was filled with Yoongi’s cousins and close friends.

Jungkook grabbed a glass of whiskey from the bar cart, his sharp eyes scanning the room for Taehyung, who was now seated on the couch with Jimin and a couple of Yoongi’s cousins.

Yoongi’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Relax, Jungkook. He’s fine. No one here is going to eat him.”

Jungkook huffed, taking a sip of his drink. “I know. Just keeping an eye on him.”

Yoongi shook his head, as he walked away.

Taehyung’s innocence and warmth seemed to brighten the otherwise subdued gathering, drawing people in like moths to a flame.

Jungkook took another sip of his whiskey, leaning against the wall near the bar. His sharp eyes never left Taehyung, even as Yoongi approached with a drink in hand.

“You’re staring,” Yoongi pointed out, his tone laced with amusement.

Jungkook glanced at him, smirking. “I like keeping tabs on what’s mine.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “He’s fine, Jungkook. Stop acting like someone’s going to snatch him away. This isn’t a heist movie.”

Jungkook chuckled, but his protective instincts remained on high alert. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Right,” Yoongi replied dryly, sipping his drink. “Because I don’t have a heart, apparently.”

Meanwhile, on the couch, Taehyung was the center of attention. Jimin was animatedly introducing him to Yoongi’s cousins, who were charmed by Taehyung’s shy smiles and gentle demeanor. One of them handed Taehyung a small plate of snacks, and he thanked them with a polite bow before nibbling on a piece of fruit.

“You’re so cute!” one of the cousins exclaimed, making Taehyung blush and duck his head.

Jimin grinned, leaning closer to Taehyung. “See? I told you everyone would love you.”

Taehyung peeked up at him, his cheeks tinged pink. He signed a quick “thank you,” which Jimin translated for the others.

“Does he not talk?” one of the cousins asked curiously.

Jimin shook his head. “No, but he’s great at dancing and painting. He’s been teaching me, too.”

Taehyung smiled shyly, his fingers moving to spell out a simple “hello” to the group.

Jungkook, watching from across the room, couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. Taehyung’s ability to charm everyone without uttering a single word was a testament to his pure-hearted nature.