The TaeJin Exhibit

Chapter 23

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The morning light shown through the hotel room window. It's warm rays falling down onto a peaceful, sleeping male form.

Jungkook's eyelids clenched tight before they slowly fluttered open. The previous night's sleep disorienting him, momentarily making him forget what year it was.

However, as last night's haze began to wear off, he soon recognized his surroundings and sat up in his bed. The blankets pooled around his middle while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His right hand then lowered to scratch at his bare torso as he yawned loudly.

He looked towards the other full size bed inside the room, only to realize that Seokjin was not laying there. The sound of running water in the next room confirms the whereabouts of his missing hyung. Curiously, his eyes roamed around the room, glancing over the half unpacked suitcases that littered the floor. He spots the pink Cooky suit thrown to the side of Seokjin's bag and let's a small smile fall onto his lips.

Jin didn't say much to him before they fell asleep last night. In fact, the older didn't say anything at all, outside if a quick "goodnight" before the lights went out. Jungkook could sense Seokjin's uneasiness and he didn't want to press him by questioning what he had witnessed.

Not that he needed to though. Jungkook may still be young, but he is most definitely not stupid. It's not as if he is an innocent little boy anymore, even though the members still try to take care of him like one.

To be honest, he already had suspisions that something different was happening between the other two. Well, at least with Taehyung anyway. He would often catch the brown haired male staring longingly at the eldest with his mouth gaping open. The look on Tae's face, while he basically stalked Jin with his eyes, was enough to make anyone need a cold shower afterwards.

Jungkook thought about that fact for a moment. He wonders what kind of expression he wears when he looks at the older.

The sound of the shower faucet turning off finds the young one's ears, ushering him to clear his head of the previous contemplation. The absence of running water telling him that his hyung must now be finished bathing. His thoughts are confirmed when he hears the creak of the heavy wooden door glide open.

Jungkook's back straightens, readying himself to greet the older, deciding to throw an insult here or there, or maybe even act cute to lighten the mood. Truthfully speaking, either way would be fine. He is accustomed to their friendly banter and rather enjoys it.

His head pops up and turns towards the direction of the older. He prepares himself to be met with the freshly washed and well dressed handsome man.

But, what he is actually faced with when he turns his gaze towards the door is a dripping wet Kim Seokjin.... wearing nothing but a very thin towel.

Jungkook's eyes widened before he tilted his head down, to the side, and quickly looked away. He could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks. His heart began to hammer uncontrollably inside of his chest. This image will surely be burned into his brain forever.

Jungkook couldn't understand his own mind lately. He had never found himself to be attracted to the same gender before. He knows that he likes girls. He has been with his fair share of them, after all. But there is something about the older male in front of him that makes Jungkook want to be closer to him, to reach out for him, to touch him.