𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 || 𝐕𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

Six.

Be careful who you trust,
the devil was once
an angel.

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After parting ways with Taehyung, Jimin returned to the room he shared with his mother in the servants' quarters.

Jimin’s father had died in an accident when he was just three. Faced with financial struggles, Mrs. Park found work as a maid in the Kim mansion, where she was treated well and given a decent place to live. Mr. and Mrs. Kim respected their staff and paid them fairly, and in return, they earned the loyalty of everyone who worked there. The staff had a special fondness for Taehyung, treating him like one of their own.

Jimin paused at the familiar door, turning the knob to enter. Though modest, the space was comfortable enough for two, with a small open kitchen, a bed, two closets, and a bathroom. By the main door sat a shoe rack where he kept his dirty shoes before stepping inside.

He lay down on the bed, feeling drowsy.

Jimin’s P.O.V.

I don’t know why, but something about Jungkook seems... off. He was so... emotionless? He mentioned his parents' deaths with hardly a flicker of emotion, like it didn’t affect him at all. Tae should be careful around him.

“Jimin?” My mom’s soft voice brought me out of my thoughts. I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

“Yes, Mom?”

“Is something bothering you, honey?”

“Uh, no, Mom. I’m fine,” I said, faking a smile.

“You can always tell me, you know,” she said gently, sitting beside me and cupping my cheek.

“Yes, Mom.”

She smiled softly. “Now, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Um… I don’t know if it’s a big deal, but that Jungkook guy... he seems a bit... strange? I just get weird vibes from him.”

“Me too.”

“What?” I asked, surprised.

“When I was on my way back here, I saw him holding Taehyung’s face. I don’t know how Tae felt about it, but Jungkook dropped his hand as soon as he noticed me. Something just doesn’t feel right.”

I gasped. How could he do that to Taehyungie?

“Let’s not worry about it for now,” Mom said. “We don’t know enough to judge.”

“Yes, Mom.”

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Around 9 p.m., Taehyung was busy painting while Jungkook watched him with a fond smile. When he finished, Taehyung turned around and waved Jungkook over to see his work.

Jungkook eagerly moved closer, awestruck by the beauty of the painting. He admired it so much he felt an urge to kiss each of Taehyung’s fingers, the hands that had created something so exquisite.

“Wow, Taehyung! This is incredible. You’re a true artist—I could never imagine painting like this,” Jungkook said, his praise making Taehyung blush and look down shyly.

“Thank you, Hyung.”

Jungkook turned to sit back down, but Taehyung reached out and held the hem of his shirt, stopping him.

“Yes, Tae?” Jungkook asked, taking Taehyung’s hands in his.

“Hyung… do you, um, want to watch a movie?” Taehyung asked hesitantly.

“I’m not much of a movie person—” Taehyung’s face fell.

“But,” Jungkook continued, noticing Taehyung’s reaction, “I’d be happy to watch with you.” He smiled his familiar bunny smile.

Taehyung’s face lit up. “Okay! Let’s go down to the movie room!” he said excitedly, pulling Jungkook along.

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A few hours later, Jungkook found himself bored, though he hid it well. Taehyung had chosen all Disney movies, which felt too plain for his taste.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder. Taehyung had fallen asleep, resting his head against him. Gently, Jungkook turned off the TV, then lifted Taehyung carefully in his arms, carrying him upstairs to their room.

Once there, he laid Taehyung on the bed, tucking him under the blanket. Jungkook switched off the lights, slipped under the covers beside Taehyung, and turned to face him. He chuckled at the sight of Taehyung drooling in his sleep, taking in every detail of his peaceful expression.

“You can never escape from me,” he whispered, brushing a hand through Taehyung’s soft, fluffy hair.

Taehyung murmured in his sleep and instinctively snuggled closer to Jungkook, who felt a surge of pride. Taehyung had grown closer to him in just one day.

Smiling, Jungkook wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s waist and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him over.