Be My Escape (Vkook/Taekook)

5

Taehyung pov

It's currently almost 3am and I'm huddled on the couch, surrounded by a mound of pillows and blankets. I had helped Jungkook drag out our "materials" from different rooms and he is now sitting in front of the pile, a satisfied look on his face.

I stare at his face, which seems to have brightened considerably throughout the day. It's still strange to think that of all people, he'd want to lift his mood and hang out with me.

An addition to the list he had added was build a fortress and watch movies, which seemed suitable to do now while it's late. Jimin and I often had movie nights, but he would probably lose his head if I suggested putting things out of place.

Jungkook lets out a small hup before getting up, heading to the kitchen, and dragging back a few wooden stools from the counter.

Smiling apologetically at me, he says, "This would've been so much better with some chairs but I don't have a dining table so these will have to do."

I shake my head before replying, "It's fine, I've never built a fort before so anything will do."

Jungkook's eyes widen at this, mouth dramatically agape. "You've never?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I shake my head no.

"Wow," he says softly. He straightens up, gesturing to the stools, "Well we better try our best for your first fort, come on."

I move off the couch to help him carry them over, watching him place them at different corners around the couch. I eye the set up warily, not sure what it's supposed to do.

Jungkook seems unfazed by my skepticism, stretching a hand out behind him to beckon me over.
"Here, help me drape this across them," he says, handing me a corner of the sheet we brought before moving to one of the stools.

I grab onto it and follow his lead, moving to the stool across from his and tying the sheet around one of the legs.

We do this a few more times and I glance over at the different corners, the ties on my side being meticulously made and neat while his are uneven and sloppy. My hands itch to adjust or even just redo his, but it'd probably be insensitive.

I look at the full fort, tilting a head at its flat shapeless form before glancing at Jungkook who only grins at me with a knowing look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, we're about to add one of the final touches." He rushes off, waving a hand at me to stay when I try to follow. I sit on the floor obediently, drumming my fingers on the hardwood floor.

Jungkook comes back after a minute, proudly showing off a wooden clip in his hand. Before I can ask, he gets up and stands on the back of the couch, leaning over at an awkward angle. My heart jumps into my throat at the sight, and I run to the side of him, hands fumbling at my sides unsure of what to do.

"Don't worry," he says through gritted teeth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Probably should've done this earlier, but I'll be alright." He places the clip in his mouth, which I wince at, and squats downwards before plucking up the middle of the sheet.

He then slowly gets back up, stretching out a hand with his fingers moving up and down as he tries to grasp the ceiling fan's string.

Once he gets ahold of it, he takes a hand to remove the clip from his mouth before securing the sheet and string together.

He jumps off the back of the couch with a small smile of victory, making me startle back but smile back nonetheless. I give him a small smattering of applause while he bows exaggeratedly.