Another week rolled in, and the storm that once raged between Jungkook and Taehyung had finally settled into quiet ripples. Life resumed its natural rhythm for both of them. The noise from the fans’ arguments had dwindled into faint whispers, no longer commanding the spotlight. Taehyung had moved forward with a sense of resolve, steering his focus back to his work and passions, leaving the chaos behind.
Taehyung sat in his study, surrounded by a calm that he had come to treasure. The warm light of his desk lamp illuminated the neat stacks of papers and books on his polished mahogany table. He had returned to creating content for his audience, pouring his thoughts into videos on topics far removed from anything remotely connected to Jungkook. His focus was deliberate, a quiet declaration that the whirlwind that boy had stirred up in his life was now nothing more than a faint memory.
He wouldn’t deny it—Jungkook had left an impression, a lasting one at that. For days, Taehyung had found himself reflecting on the odd unpredictability of the boy, the way his mind worked in ways that defied logic yet carried a strange, almost childlike charm. But those thoughts no longer consumed him. They were like faint echoes in the back of his mind, quickly overshadowed by the demands of his fulfilling career.
Taehyung’s videos were thriving, as always, the comment sections brimming with gratitude and admiration from viewers who found solace and wisdom in his words. His work as an author and researcher continued to flourish, and his role as a psychiatrist allowed him to help people navigate their most vulnerable moments. He was a man of many talents, and he took pride in his ability to balance them all with grace.
Sitting by the large window of his prestigious apartment, Taehyung gazed out at the bustling city below. The distant hum of life outside felt like a world apart from the serenity he had created within these walls. He took a sip of his coffee, the aroma filling the room as a soft smile graced his lips.
“This is how it’s meant to be,” he murmured to himself, leaning back in his chair. His apartment was his sanctuary, a place where he could distance himself from the world’s chaos and focus on what truly mattered. Here, he was untouchable—a man of peace and purpose.
And as the rain began to drizzle against the glass, Taehyung felt a sense of contentment wash over him. Jungkook, with all his antics and unpredictability, was just a passing storm. Taehyung had weathered it, and now he stood stronger, more resolute, and ready to embrace the calm that followed.
The doorbell chimed, echoing through the quiet apartment. Taehyung let out a sigh, placing his half-empty glass of juice down on the table. Dressed in a simple black shirt and gray pajama pants, his casual demeanor spoke of a man at peace—until now. He walked to the door, his footsteps soft against the polished floor.
As the door swung open, his brows furrowed, instantly recognizing the figure standing before him. Jungkook, with his arms crossed, chest puffed out, and lips forming a pronounced pout, rolled his eyes dramatically. The tension was palpable, but Taehyung’s lips curled into a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Oh, I didn’t write that, did I?” Taehyung quipped, his tone laced with amusement.
“What?” Jungkook huffed, his irritation evident in every syllable.
Taehyung’s smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Immature, uncultured, misbehaving, childish, and idiotic people… aren’t allowed in my apartment.”
Jungkook scoffed, his glare sharpening. “Yet you seem to still live here. How does that work?”
A soft chuckle escaped Taehyung’s lips. “By keeping it protected from people like you.”
The younger boy gritted his teeth, his frustration bubbling over. “Let us in, Dr. Kim! I wouldn’t have seen your face if it weren’t for this ridiculous punishment. Anyways, let the guest in. Come on, Ruka.”
