blank | taekook

fifteen.

*loud shrieking*

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Immediately upon spotting Jungkook, Taehyung cupped his hands over his mouth. At first he didn't move.

But Jungkook smiled warmly at him, and gradually he walked over to the table nervously. The second he sunk into the chair, he fell apart.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook. I'm so, so sorry, I didn't-"

"Taehyung," he interrupted him, placing his hand on the older's. "It's okay." Taehyung forced tears not to fall, staring straight into Jungkook's gentle eyes. His heart was pounding against his chest, and everything felt hazy. "It's okay," the younger repeated softly, pulling Taehyung back into reality.

"If anything...I should say sorry. I've done a lot of selfish things, and scared you. And you...just wanted me to be happy. That's what I want for you too," he murmured, leaning in closer so the words were for only Taehyung.

He'd been terrified to say those words; his voice was not completely steady. Shame and fear wavered it slightly. But nonetheless, it was sincere as anything. Taehyung realized this, and nodded, his glassy eyes speaking things that his voice couldn't. Telling Jungkook to go on.

"I have something I want to tell you too," Jungkook admitted shyly. "Come to my place again," he offered, and though he sounded calm, there was almost a sense of pleading that he seemed to give off.

Taehyung nodded again, anticipation welling up inside of him. He scolded himself for getting his hopes up, but he just couldn't help it. Sniffling and wiping a tear away with his finger so it wouldn't fall, he stood up from his chair. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why it was so hard for him to collect himself.

Jungkook's stomach fluttered as they walked out of the shop together. For Taehyung, he would be brave.

*****

Taehyung cautiously sat down on the white leather couch, a certain guilt swimming in his eyes as the memory of the last time he was here flooded his mind. Jungkook followed, sitting down next to him, trying not to move too quickly and startle Taehyung; at this moment, he had many of the qualities of a nervous bunny, and he didn't want to scare him away.

"What do you want to tell me?" Taehyung all but whispered in a trembling voice. Jungkook just looked for a while, emotions swirling viciously in his gut because Taehyung looked so helpless. But he could fix it. He would.

This was his chance.

He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he wasn't going to turn back now. "Forgive me," he breathed softly before pressing their lips together.

A startled, sharp inhale from Taehyung followed, and he was about to pull away. But then he remembered how much he'd wanted to do this. How much he wanted to hold Jungkook. To be his.

The thought brought his hands up to tangle in Jungkook's hair as they moved slowly up against each other, and in response the other boy slid his hands gently up Taehyung's back. It all felt so unbelievably real, so perfect that Taehyung couldn't help but let out the tears he'd been holding back.

And at feeling of the soft sobs, for the first time in his entire life, something other than pain brought Jeon Jungkook to tears. Contentment, joy.

Love.

After some amount of time that was all too short and everlasting all at once, they pulled apart, seeing each other's tear-streaked faces. A grin crept onto Jungkook's lips, tears still falling slowly, and it was completely contagious. The corners of Taehyung's lips perked up, and he laughed, his tears also continuing to roll down his cheeks. "We're such a mess," he murmured, eyes locked with Jungkook's, and the other boy giggled. "We really are, aren't we?"