Jungkook's Heart - Taekook

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Taehyung ended up sleeping on the couch that night. He couldn't bear to leave Jungkook, especially when he insisted in his irresistibly sleepy and cute way for him to stay.

Jungkook contentedly murmured/described where he kept his pajamas, and Tae just pulled out a random pair from the organized wardrobe. He couldn't help but marvel at Jungkook's tidiness and organization: he was the complete opposite of tidy and that made him admire and appreciate those who could live tidily. He went to the bathroom and changed into Jungkook's clothes. Being in his clothes felt really weird – very different and new, but at the same time, strangely ordinary and almost at home.

It was already too late to buy a toothbrush: any shops nearby would've closed. So he just rinsed his mouth with a glass of water.

He hadn't really felt sleepy until he lay on the couch, but after lay down, he felt a thick, dark cloud of drowsiness wash over him like a dense fog that appeared out of nowhere that he couldn't find a way out of. There was so much that happened that day, so much he wanted to replay in his mind and think about... But his brain had already shut down. After a while of struggling against the quicksand of sleep, he slowly but surely sank deep down into the thick, murky mud as his consciousness faded away to deep sleep inch by inch.

In the morning when he woke up, he felt really disoriented and struggled to remember where he was, and how he'd ended up there. Mostly because he had had an extremely strange and disorienting dream that had really shook him. He'd had a VERY strange dream, none of which he could remember even the slightest bit. The after effects and the weird feeling that the dream brought stayed, but what it had actually been about he had no idea. However much he tried to remember or grasp the dream, it was hopelessly lost like a needle in a haystack of his complex brain. After a while he gave up trying to remember the dream, slowly got up, and went straight to check on Jungkook.

He pushed open the door carefully and slowly, and saw Jungkook sleeping very peacefully spread all over the bed, hugging a pillow with his mouth slightly open. Although he'd tried not to make any noise, the door had creaked a little, and Jungkook moved a bit in response to the sound, rubbing his eyes and opening them slightly. As soon as he saw Taehyung, Jungkook's tranquil, neutral features transformed into a huge, welcoming smile. It was a heartwarming smile: he was smiling genuinely; every single muscle and molecule contributing to, and participating in the delightful facial expression with a special kind of power from the heart.

Taehyung couldn't describe his relief. He couldn't physically express how much that smile directed at him meant: he actually had no words. He had been scared to death of what Jungkook would do when he had no alcohol in his system: he couldn't predict what his natural response would be. He was expecting the worst, but thankfully he had witnessed the best possible reaction, because he couldn't see or feel this, but he had already melted most of the ice outside Jungkook's heart. He had unlocked his heart, ripped away the heart strings that tightly bounded his heart, that made him miserable and unhappy for most of his life. The confining, hindering heart strings were now torn away, and although there would be serious bleeding, Jungkook was finally emotionally set free.

At Jungkook's beautiful, genuine smile, Taehyung felt an explosive heat originating from his heart that spread to every nook and cranny of his body almost shooting out of his fingertips – he felt like his heart was being squeezed and compressed but at the same time stretched in every direction. He couldn't remember a time he'd ever been that happy before.

All this had happened just because of a smile.

But it wasn't just a smile.

It was like a seal of acceptance, of approval; a yes. It still felt crazy to him: how this boy had waltzed into his life and how deeply it had struck a cord within him. How crazily he had fallen in love, and how damn quickly. It felt like he had been taking an ordinary walk outside in his normal, boring world, and suddenly, out of nowhere, tripped and fell into a deep, endless well where reality shifted focus: where his life permanently changed. It was like he became the earth to Jungkook's sun – his whole life, his whole gravity depended on him; nothing. NOTHING in the world mattered to him more than Jungkook.

Taehyung, standing right by the door to Jungkook's room, instinctively smiled back.

Straight from his heart.

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