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On a freezing day encompassing the first sight of snow a couple of weeks later, Taehyung wobbled into the coffee shop with another grinding headache. He had considered going home for a brief moment, but when a particularly brutal pang had racked through him, he had decided to just come here.

He half fell into his seat at 2:50, rubbing his temples out of habit with his eyes squeezed shut. A loud, disappointed sigh tumbled from his mouth. He didn't want to have to burden his friend with concern and the need to help him. Not again.

But nonetheless, Jungkook sat down across from him as he always did. "Tae...why did you come here again?" he fretted quietly, reaching out to push Taehyung's dark hair back and test the temperature of his forehead, but unlike he suspected, it was normal. Taehyung stiffened a little when he heard the affectionate shortening of his name, but he shook it away quickly.

"Sorry, I just didn't want to walk all the-" he whined in pain, not finishing his sentence. Concern clouded Jungkook's gaze, and he was feeling it again. That urge to reach out and comfort him. Could he now?

No. Don't be stupid. What makes you think you're allowed to do that?

"Do you want me to buy you a drink?" he offered, cursing the conflicting parts of his mind. But the elder did not notice his younger friend's inner battle of emotions; he was laying forward on the table now. "No, I think that I just...want you to sit here with me. If that's okay with you," he added softly.

"Yeah, sure," Jungkook agreed, sitting down further into his seat. His mind argued with itself once again.

Just reach forward. It'll help him.

You're not allowed to touch him.Why would you ever think that?

But then he realized something. Helping him in this way might be an act of compassion, in the same way that Taehyung had done so for him when he had a panic attack. Compassion. He only truly felt it for him, and he was going to prove all that Taehyung had done for him.

He was going to prove that he didn't take him for granted.

He reached forward, and mimicking Taehyung's actions from before, picked up the others always warm hand, embracing the tan slender fingers with his own, and rubbed comforting circles into his palm. Taehyung looked up at him in slight surprise, and Jungkook just smiled softly. A small, contented sigh escaped the older's lips, and he leaned his head down on the table. He looked so sweet, with soft brown strands of hair spilling over his forehead, lips resting in an unintentional pout and eyelids drooping in contentment.

And the thought refused to escape Jungkook's head.

I wish he was mine.

But he knew he couldn't have him, and he figured he should have to be okay with that. Whatever would make Taehyung happy, he should be okay with that.

And so, he settled for leaning down, placing a short kiss to his forehead, and Taehyung's heart skipped a beat.

"Taehyung," Jungkook whispered, and the older didn't know if he'd ever heard such a sweet sound. "I...I...I won't leave. I won't let you be alone."