考拉|koala°taekook

§

Jungkook stood outside Taehyung's room, staring at the door and at the sign.

He knew what he was about to do was wrong and would go against the promise he had made his friend, but at the same time, he wanted to help him. Wasn't that why he was here? To help Taehyung? To make him feel better?

And besides, even if it goes wrong, Taehyung won't remember anything and Jungkook could just deny ever doing it.

Consoling himself, he tightened his grip on the tray in his hand, and knocked with the other.

He had decided he would try to confabulate as you would with a dog; using food. Hence, he had prepared breakfast, a hearty one, as he deduced even someone inhumane like Tae's other identity would get hungry sometimes, since Tae ate a lot at night after eating nothing for most of the day.

So here he was, outside his room, having just knocked moments previously, and awaiting response.

After a couple of agonizing seconds, a voice drawled, "Come on in."

Jungkook shuddered, but poked his head in, plastering a fake smile on his face, wherein he was terrified.

Taehyung was again on the rocking chair, wearing the same robe, and with the same dark gleam in his shadowy eyes. Thankfully, the knife was nowhere to be found.

"H-hey, I was wondering if you were hungry, so I brought you breakfast. Hope that's okay." Jungkook showed him the tray held in his trembling hands.

Staring at him quietly for a couple of seconds, Taehyung said, "Did you really miss me that much?"

"What? N-no, what made you-"

Taehyung smirked. "It's obvious, really. I mean, I can see the eagerness in your eyes, to talk to me, and spend time with me. I'm not stupid, you know?"

Jungkook felt sudden irritation. "Well, you're wrong. I just came to give you breakfast, and as you don't want it, I suppose I'll go...."

As he turned to leave, he heard Taehyung say, "No, I want it. Give it to me."

Doing a victory dance in his head, Jungkook slid the tray across the room until it came to rest at the latter's feet.

He watched as Taehyung picked it up and took a bite out of the sandwich.

After swallowing it, he glanced up at the younger.

"Well, at least sit down. I won't bite." He scowled. "Yet."

Jungkook hesitated, then obliged, dropping down cross legged on the floor just in front of the door.

"So..... Taehyung-"

"Don't call me that. That's not my name." Taehyung interrupted, scowling again.

Jungkook, after a few seconds of silence, tried again. "So, um, Torture-"

Taehyung interrupted him again.

"Call me Taeyang." He said.

"Okay, Taeyang, can you please shut up while I'm talking?" This time, it was Jungkook's turn to scowl.

The apparent Taeyang looked startled, but relaxed and smirked again.

"Continue on with your pointless blather then." He started tearing at the sandwich.

Jungkook took a deep breath to calm his sudden anger, then said, "So, let's start small. What's your favourite colour?"

Taeyang looked amused, but answered, "Scarlet."

"Favourite movie?"

"Saw."

"Favourite....Um...Food?"

Taeyang, no, Taehyung, suddenly got this intense look in his eyes. His tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip very slightly.

"Well, lets see...." he smirked. "My favourite food...."

Jungkook got this sudden feeling he would hate the answer.

"....is something I haven't tried yet." He finished and Jungkook internally thanked the heavens he hadn't said what he had been thinking he would say.

"Well," He said, "If you want to try it, tell me. I'm a pretty good cook, not to brag or anything, so-"

Taehyung laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound.

"Oh, it's definitely on my menu." He grinned evilly while looking Jungkook up and down.

The latter suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Okay.... " He cleared his throat. He feigned surprise as he looked at the tray.

"Oh, look! You're done! I'll leave you to your pondering then, I have a lot of work I have to do, so if you'll give me the tray...."

Taehyung smirked. "Come and take it." He challenged.

Jungkook swore under his breath but replied, "Yeah....no. Not gonna happen. Slide it over."

"Nope." The smirk was still plastered on his face.

"Come on, Tae! Slide it or-"

"Or what?"

"Or I won't make you breakfast again." Jungkook knew it was lame. He berated himself for not coming up with a better argument.

But for some reason, it worked.

"Fine." Taehyung said, and did as Jungkook asked. "But you'd better not forget tomorrow's breakfast."

"No, I won't." Jungkook smiled, or at least, tried to. "See you."

"Soon, I hope." Taehyung smirked as the door was closed and locked firmly from the outside.

Jungkook's heart was still thudding rather abnormally fast, but he had a victory smile on his face. Maybe his plan really could work. He should talk to Taehyung's psychiatrist about it.

A/N: Taeyang is a cool name

he's such a perv tho yum