TAEKOOK | HOPE

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Three years in, Taehyung still hasn't run out of questions.

"If you had a few weeks to not be an idol, what would you do?" he asks one night, when it's just the two of them lounging in the dorm living room. Namjoon and Yoongi are still in the studio, Seokjin and Jimin have gone to bed, and Hoseok is on the phone with his parents in the kitchen. There's some D-list horror film playing in the background, the flickering light illuminating Taehyung's features, but neither of them are really paying attention.

"Sleep," Jeongguk responds, yawning. He stretches his arms behind him, over the back of the couch, and for a split second he thinks Taehyung's eyes catch on the sliver of skin that's exposed at his waist.

Wishful thinking, maybe.

"Come on, that's a shitty answer," Taehyung pouts, kicking him playfully. He's laid out horizontally, taking up most of the couch, his feet pressed up against Jeongguk's thigh.

Jeongguk huffs, dropping his arms and grabbing the offending foot. "Rude," he says, tickling the sole of Taehyung's foot in revenge. Taehyung shrieks, squirming away from him, and Jeongguk lets go.

"I think I would travel," he says thoughtfully. "Like, totally anonymous, on the cheap - backpacking or something."

"Let's do it," Taehyung agrees, cautiously slipping his feet back under Jeongguk's thigh. He's wearing an enormous gray sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, bangs sticking out and brushing over his forehead. Sometimes, Jeongguk thinks it's such a privilege that he gets to see Taehyung like this, the soft, private side of him. "After all of this is over, let's go. You and me."

Jeongguk's breath sticks in his throat. "Okay," he says hoarsely.

Taehyung beams at him, excited. "Where we gonna go?"

"Egypt. Australia? America. I dunno, anywhere," Jeongguk shrugs. "I just wanna see more than the inside of a hotel room."

"Word."

"You really think we could do it?" Jeongguk asks quietly.

Taehyung shrugs, nodding. "Sure, if we were discreet enough and no one knew where we were going."

Jeongguk imagines what it would be like to have Taehyung all to himself for that much time, moments like this one after the other, with no interruptions. He wonders if it would change anything, if an experience like that would somehow give him the guts to reach out and ask for what's right in front of him.

"I wish we could go now," he murmurs, more to himself than Taehyung.

"We'll go someday," Taehyung says, sitting up and extending a pinky. He leans in close, looking Jeongguk right in the eye. "Pinky promise?"

Jeongguk hooks his pinky with Taehyung's, trying to ignore the way his heart is thundering in his chest. "Promise," he breathes, and somehow it feels like that one word weighs a thousand pounds.

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"Jeongguk-ah," Taehyung whines by way of greeting, barging into Jeongguk's room without so much as a knock.

Not that it really matters - Jeongguk is lying facedown on his bed, trying to summon the motivation to take a shower. They'd finished choreography rehearsals an hour ago, and he's still just sitting in his own sweat.