stepbrother | taekook

2 | Meeting

Meeting
•a situation when two or more people meet, by chance or arrangement.

synonyms: encounter, contact, introduction, appointment, assignation, rendezvous, tweet up; literary: tryst

"he intrigued her on their first meeting"

Jungkook

The wind tousles my hair to and fro, my cheeks pink and stinging from the harsh cool air of autumn. I swing my shopping bag in my hand as I make my way down the street towards our house. My mum told me to get a few things from the store to cook a nice dinner for Juwon and his son.

I can't help but ponder on what Taehyung will be like. If he's anything like his father, I doubt he will be of any interest to me.

I unlatch the familiar white wooden gate leading up to the porch, trotting up the steps that groan under my weight with age. I fish for my keys and unlock the crimson door, light pouring in from the hallway.

The sound of Soojin and Juwon chatting resonates from the lounge as I pass by to get to the kitchen. I plant the bag of shopping on the table and then rush upstairs to my room, flopping onto my bed. I get out my phone from my pocket and begin texting Jimin and Yoongi on a group chat. They begin being all lovey dovey and I feel a bit like a third wheel so decide to scroll through instagram instead.

Suddenly, I hear the creak of the gate outside through the window and the harsh knocking of the front door.

"Jungkook, can you get that please?" I hear my mother shout and groan.

Why can't she get it? I'm upstairs and she's downstairs! What am I, a slave?

Practically dragging myself off the bed, I shuffle out of my room and slump down the stairs like a zombie. Who even is it?

I reach for the keys on their hook and retrieve them, slotting them into the keyhole and twisting it. I hear the familiar click and swing open the door. The cold air hits my skin. However, it doesn't cool me down from the sudden rush of heat that surges throughout my body at the figure in front of me.

A tall tanned brunette with hazel eyes locks his gaze onto mine. His bangs are rustled from the wind, slightly covering his mesmerising eyes with their long dark eyelashes. His lips tug into a sly smile as he looks me up and down. I become conscious of my appearance; tight ripped black jeans and a baggy white shirt, almost see-through. Casual compared to his brown trench coat and blue dress shirt.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Your stepbrother, sweet thing"

My breath stifles. He's Taehyung.

I stand there in shock, my mouth going dry. He carries on staring, quirking an eyebrow after some time.

"Are you gonna let me in?" He chuckles, the deep tone going straight through me. He has one of those voices that is soft and soothing; one that could send you to sleep.

Snapped back to reality, I hold the door open for Taehyung as he steps inside, kicking off his smart boots and peeling off his coat as I shut the door.

"I'll take that" I grab hold of his coat and he nods, offering a sweet smile. I just scurry away and hang his coat up on a hook under the stairs.

"Taehyung, is that you?" I hear Juwon shout from the lounge.

"Yeah, dad" Taehyung replies. I watch as he enters the lounge, shooting me a wink as he disappears. What the fuck.

"Jungkook-ah! Come in here and be sociable!" My mother calls out before hearing her introducing herself to the surprisingly good-looking guy somehow related to Juwon. I huff and enter the room.