Infinite Tsukuyomi (無限月読) //Taekook

Chapter: 36

The morning light crept through the curtains, casting soft lines across the room.

Jungkook was already awake, his usual early routine guiding him,

Now  silently watching Taehyung sleep beside him. His features were calm, lips slightly parted, lashes resting on his cheeks   peaceful, untouched by the chaos that followed them.

Jungkook smirked faintly, brushing away a few strands of hair that had fallen over Taehyung’s forehead. He leaned in slowly, carefully, as if savoring the moment.

His hand rested near Taehyung’s jaw as he pressed a gentle kiss on his lips  not rushed, not forceful, just light enough to stir him.

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open, forming on his brow as he became aware of the touch

For a moment, he didn’t react   until he fully registered Jungkook’s face so close to his own.

“W-What… What were you d-doing?” Taehyung asked, his low and unsure  and  sleepy voice .

Jungkook grin like it was nothing.

“Waking you up.”

Taehyung pushed at his shoulder lightly, enough to make Jungkook lean back. His voice trembled slightly, but it wasn’t from shyness.

“d-Don’t… don’t do that. P-Please.”

Jungkook is   just little irritated tae this kind of behavior.

“Why?”

“I don’t like it,” Taehyung said, avoiding his gaze.

"Especially  when I'm Sleeping "

Jungkook stared at him in silence for a second, then let out a quiet breath.

“It’s just a habit,” he said ...

“I didn’t think it’d make you uncomfortable.”

“Well… it does,” Taehyung whispered. His hands were curled in the blanket now, his shoulders a little stiff.

Taehyung never had a courage to say and to tell him in Loud voice ...

Jungkook stood by the bed for a moment longer, eyes lingering on Taehyung's face

If he knew what happened that night... what would he do? The thought crossed his mind

A smirk tugged at his lips as he turned away.

He walked toward the door, not bothering to look back.

“Wake up,” he said casually, voice laced with something unreadable.

“Your Mate must be arriving.”

Mingyu came right on time, waiting at the gates . Taehyung stepped out, his posture calm but his mind elsewhere.

Mingyu noticed it almost instantly Taehyung wasn’t his usual self. He was more quieter, distant. Not in the way someone is tired, but the kind of silence that lingers when the heart is preoccupied.

He grab Tae hands and  leaned in, intending to press a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s forehead like he  did.

But Taehyung pulled back.

“No,” he said softly, not looking up.

“Don’t do this.”

And with that, he walked ahead, leaving Mingyu slightly stunned, lips still parted in surprise.

He didn’t chase after him, just stood there, watching the distance grow between them.

Neither of them noticed the figure standing on the same place like yesterday  a shadow cloaked in ease, arms crossed, eyes amused.