anpanman. [✓] (jjk x kth)

xxiii.

el moron needs to love me more
taehyung
we need to talk

jinwoo needs to shut the fuck up
WHAT THE FUCK MINSOO
HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME WHAT THE F U C K

el moron needs to love me more
my name isn't minsoo either
i swear i'll explain everything
please just come out of your room

jonwoo needs to shut the fuck up
moron, i am fucking
creeped out
what the hell
please tell me you're not gonna murder me
i'd like to live at least until 25 please

el moron needs to love me more
i'm not going to murder you dumbass

jonwoo needs to shut the fuck up
you promise?

el moron needs to love me more
yeah, i promise

~

tae was scared out of his wits when he heard someone knock at the door. it took him a whole ten seconds to gather his guts and go open the door.

which he slammed immediately when he saw jungkook standing outside.

"wait!" he heard him cry out. "open the door. please?"

he opened the panel slightly and looked the maknae up and down. "you've been crying," he stated softly.

he hated himself for wanting to hug jungkook, to wipe his tears away. jungkook didn't want him to. he'd made himself clear.

jungkook only nodded stiffly. "can i come in?" he whispered, and tae cursed his inability to resist anything jungkook said.

he sighed and opened the door, gesturing for him to come in.

"so?" he asked, slumping down on his bed as jungkook stood awkwardly, wringing his fingers together.

the maknae gulped. "it seems i'm either a very lucky or very unlucky person."

"what do you mean?"

"taehyungie... i'm minsoo."

the elder's eyes widened, and he shook his head, like he didn't understand. refused to understand.

"i'm minsoo. i'm euphoriac. i'm moron."

tae closed his eyes and passed a hand over his face. "what... i mean, how?"

"i don't know. i just... i found out barely an hour ago. i just wanted to say i'm— i'm sorry, tae."

he let his hand fall and stared jungkook in the eyes. "what are you sorry for, jungkookie?"

"erm..." jungkook scratched the back of his head. "for lying about who i was?"

"i was lying too. it was just an impossible situation. you didn't do anything wrong. at least, i think."

"wait, so you're not mad?" the smile jungkook was trying to fight back made tae chuckle.

"no."

but then realization struck him and he frowned. "so... when you told me you liked someone else..."

jungkook cringed, his face scrunching up. tae thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. "yeah, um... i meant jonwoo... or whatever..."

"oh my god," tae mumbled. "oh my god, this is ridiculous."

and then, because he truly couldn't help it, he burst into hysterical laughter. what were the odds, he thought. but still, it made him wonder. because he knew fate worked in strange ways.

he stood from his bed and walked up to jungkook, who giggled. giggled.

"so," he started, and reached to brush a strand of hair out of the maknae's eyes. "three years, huh?" he smirked, and jungkook punched him on the shoulder.

"shut up," he said, and kissed him.

it slow and it was sweet and it was everything tae had ever wished for. all those years of silent pining, of stolen glances and repressed feelings, erased just like that by the feel of jungkook's lips on his. as he wrapped his arms around the maknae's waist and pulled him closer, he couldn't help but smile through the kiss.

when they finally broke apart, out of breath, they stared at each other for a while, fingers intertwined. jungkook grinned at him, and tae had to look away for a moment because looking at him right now felt too much like he was looking straight into the sun.

"i mean," jungkook started, his smile turning teasing. "three years are nothing compared to six, taehyung."

it was tae's turn to hit jungkook now.

"you're a moron."

jungkook beamed. "yeah, but i'm your moron."

•

end of part one

okay, so, this is supposed to be the end lmao

uhh, it is not

i love writing this story too much rip

i won't make another book bc reasons, so i'll add more parts but this is like the end of the first part of the story.

thanks for reading ig :)