black hearted | tk (on hold)

Cinq.

Normal people have no idea
how beautiful the
darkness is.

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The mansion buzzed with quiet anticipation as Taehyung was led through the main hall, his mother at his side. Taehyung adjusted his shirt nervously, glancing around the hall until his gaze settled on a boy standing by the grand staircase.

The boy looked slightly older—maybe by a year or two—dressed sharply in dark attire that contrasted with the mansion's bright, airy atmosphere. His stance was confident, almost commanding, with an expression that was unreadable yet somehow intense. He seemed to be taking in the room, but his gaze shifted as soon as Taehyung and his mother entered.

“Taehyung,” his mother said, her voice warm as she gestured toward the young man, “this is Jungkook. He’ll be staying with us from now on.”

Jungkook’s eyes met Taehyung’s with a steady intensity, and he offered a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Taehyung,” he greeted, his voice smooth yet carrying an undertone that made Taehyung’s heart skip a beat.

Taehyung managed a shy smile, feeling slightly overwhelmed by Jungkook’s presence. He wasn’t used to someone looking at him so directly. Jungkook’s gaze made him feel almost exposed, as though he could see beyond the surface.

“Hi, Jungkook,” Taehyung murmured, his voice soft and a bit unsteady. He glanced down, fidgeting with his hands, unsure of what else to say.

Jungkook took a step closer, extending a hand. “I hope we can get along well,” he said with a charming smile that softened the intensity of his stare.

Taehyung hesitated before accepting the handshake, his hand feeling small and fragile in Jungkook’s firm grip. Jungkook’s fingers lingered just a bit too long before finally releasing him.

“Well,” Taehyung offered with a small smile, trying to ease the tension building in his chest, “I can show you around, if you’d like?”

Jungkook’s gaze softened, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes. “I’d like that.”

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As Taehyung was showing Jungkook around the mansion, he couldn’t help but notice Jungkook’s eyes fixed intently on him. The elder's gaze lingered, taking in every detail, making Taehyung feel slightly self-conscious. Suddenly, Taehyung was startled when Jungkook intertwined their hands. Feeling awkward, he gently pulled his hand away, only to receive a sharp glare from Jungkook.

Ignoring the look, Taehyung carried on with the tour. By the end of it, he led Jungkook to the garden—his favorite place. They strolled through the lush greenery, the sun's rays casting a soft glow on the dewy grass, which crunched lightly beneath their feet as they walked toward a wooden bench.

Taehyung gestured for Jungkook to sit, and the elder complied, patting the space next to him, signaling for Taehyung to sit closer. Reluctantly, Taehyung took a seat beside him, but he left a noticeable gap, much to Jungkook's annoyance.

"So, what are your hobbies?" Jungkook asked, breaking the silence.

"I love to paint!" Taehyung exclaimed, his face lighting up as he launched into an animated ramble about his favorite artists and the stories behind their works.