journeys ⚣ kth + jjk

iv

— ride four
— cute

— 05:29am, 161214
jungkook had been worried that things between him and taehyung would be awkward now, after the incident yesterday. it had kept him awake last night, even. but here they were, acting like nothing had happened yesterday and talking normally. he was glad.

the train was delayed this morning, and snow was falling heavily. jungkook and taehyung waited side by side in the selective cover of the train station, shivering against the cold.

taehyung was talking about daegu, about the pretty woods and hills that surrounded the city that taehyung played in when he was younger. "daegu sounds like such a nice place," jungkook said, brushing the snowflakes out of his dark hair. "why did you leave? i hope you don't mind me asking."
"its a long story, to be honest, but to make things short: my family weren't exactly the most accepting, and i wanted to pursue my dreams i guess, like every wannabe. what better place to be than seoul?" taehyung chuckled nervously, wanting to ask jungkook the same question, but he felt jungkook wouldn't be comfortable answering those questions just yet, and taehyung knew not to pressure jungkook too much with details on his past, taehyung knew not to pressure jungkook on anything. jungkook was a flower petal, fragile and beautiful, and you couldn't press too hard for fear of tearing it.

"what do you do, jungkook?" he looked at jungkook, nothing but curiosity and wistfulness in his eyes.
"i'm a painter. i create art." he said, playing with his fingers. jungkook hoped that taehyung wouldn't judge him, most people had stable jobs, jungkook didn't.

"ah, i suppose we both create art, just in different ways." taehyung said, smiling softly. "i'm a writer. i create art with your mind. a story can take you places that you create with your mind, something beautiful that you can't see but you can imagine. i love it, someone can escape through a story, escape to the art in their mind. you, i guess, make the art most people think of, visual art. something beautiful that someone can see. something that brings pleasure to someone by simply looking at it. i think that's wonderful."

"no. my art— my art is more than just colours on a canvas. pictures tell stories just as well as words do, its just not so easy to read. there's a story in every painting, but you need to look for it. you just have to know what to look for. the way it's been painted, the paints the artist used, the shadows and tones, the highlights, and obviously the subject of the painting itself all tell you what the painting really means, not just what it looks like. that's what art really is, not just something pretty to look at."

taehyung watched jungkook speak, jungkook's eyes glistened with determination and passion, blinking snowflakes out of his eyes, and every so often he'd bring a pale hand up to brush his bangs out of his face as he spoke. he spoke with a fierce passion, like he was explaining the meaning of life to taehyung. the best part of it is, at the end, he smiled. jungkook smiled widely. art made jungkook smile, and it was the cutest thing that taehyung had ever laid his eyes on. his front teeth stuck out of his mouth a little, making him somewhat resemble a bunny. his eyes crinkled up and sparkled, holding so much emotion and happiness.

"aw, jungkookie, you look so cute when you smile. you should really do it more often." the older smiled, watching the younger with so much affection and happiness, for jungkook was happy, and now so was taehyung
"o-oh, t-thanks." he watched jungkook's pink face darken, burying himself in his scarf, looking up at the dark sky, watching the small snowflakes fall and stick to his eyelashes.

how fucking ethereal can he be. taehyung openly stared at jungkook, not caring that he looked a little weird, even stalker-ish. the elder was taken aback by the beautiful boy in front of him, a boy so exquisite that he himself could be classed as art.

the train finally arrived, tousling jungkook's hair and tearing taehyung's eyes away from jungkook. jungkook didn't seem to notice, still engrossed in his thoughts.

taehyung gently slipped his hand into jungkook's, tugging it slightly towards the now opened train doors.

jungkook was startled, his eyes wide and body slowly following taehyung. his heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour, and butterflies flipped jungkook's stomach, and it was all thanks to the pretty boy with the mocha-coloured eyes and soft green-tinted bangs.

— hey!! sorry this is late, i have no wifi at home atm and its hard to find time where ill have it to update. thank you for reading ily —