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Dix❣️

Taehyung sat in his bungalow, facing the large glass doors that led to his small balcony overlooking the water. With a contented sigh, he observed the serene world outside. The scenery was breathtakingly peaceful, making him exhale in quiet appreciation. He lifted his glass, taking a slow sip of the drink that had been poured earlier.

Rising from his chair, Taehyung strolled toward the porch, glass still in hand. He slid open the door effortlessly and stepped outside, his bungalow offering a perfect view of the one directly across from him—Jungkook’s.

There he was, in all his glory, mid-workout. Well, afternoon workout, to be precise. Taehyung smiled fondly at the sight, his eyes drinking in the familiar form of the younger man—until something else caught his attention.

The bungalow beside Jungkook’s belonged to a woman, and that woman was watching his Jungkook.

Taehyung’s smile vanished. His grip on the glass tightened for a brief second before he turned on his heel, storming back inside. He set his glass down with a bit more force than necessary and, without a second thought, marched out of his room. His strides were quick and purposeful as he headed straight for Jungkook’s bungalow.

Without knocking, he entered, making his way through the room and stepping onto the porch. Ignoring the woman completely, he slid his arms around Jungkook’s waist from behind, pressing himself against the younger man.

Jungkook stilled, momentarily startled by the unexpected back hug before relaxing into the familiar warmth. Taehyung loosened his grip slightly, just enough to glance sideways and catch the woman’s expression. Confusion was written all over her face, but more than that—she looked irritated.

Why was she mad?

Jungkook turned in Taehyung’s arms, his bunny smile lighting up his face. The sight made Taehyung’s heart ache in the best way.

“Kookie~” Taehyung cooed, using his most childlike voice.

Jungkook giggled at his hyung’s antics. “Yes~?” he teased back.

Taehyung grinned and leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. Jungkook, oblivious to the woman’s lingering stare, reached up, cupping Taehyung’s cheeks before pulling him into a kiss.

A soft gasp came from the woman. Taehyung smiled against Jungkook’s lips before letting his eyes flutter shut.

Namjoon sat on a stool, watching as Jin moved around the room, tidying up. Normally, Jin was meticulous, so the mess he was currently dealing with was surprising. Still, Namjoon knew it wasn’t Jin’s doing—so he felt bad for whoever had left the room in such a state. He had even attempted to clean it himself, hoping it would help Jin finish faster.

But now, Namjoon was huffing in frustration. He was impatient.

He wanted his hyung in his arms, curled up against him. Maybe even a little more than that. But Jin had been cleaning and—more importantly—ignoring him for far too long.

“Jin.”

The elder didn’t even glance his way. “Jin hyung,” he corrected without missing a beat.

Namjoon sighed dramatically, pouting before standing. In two steps, he was behind Jin, who was focused on wiping dust from the shelves.