Not a fantasy | T.K

Not a fantasy | 01

“I had fun yesterday. Thank you, Jiminie!” Taehyung exclaimed as he hug the lad, squishing his cheek onto the younger's neck with a toothy grin.

“You're welcome, Taetae~” The other replied, pulling away from the hug then ruffles his silver locks.

Both of them bite back a giggle then cuddled on the sofa, legs tangled. Taehyung has his head buried on Jimin's chest, inhaling his natural oceany scent. “Taehyung, I want to go somewhere..”

Taehyung furrow his brows then gazed at Jimin, “where?”

“You know the underground train on Daegu? There.” Jimin retorted.

“Haven't heard of that, and if that's one of those abandoned-like place again then I am not coming!” The older huffs then crossed his arms.

“Noooo. It's just a simple train. Nothing creepy and unusual, I promise.” Jimin smiles sheepishly then clutches Taehying's arm, shaking it lightly. “Please! I'll leave you alone here in Seoul if you don't come with me!” Jimin pouts, with a smirk hidden beneath it.

Taehyung scrunches his nose then tries to get rid of Jimin's arm. Sighing heavily, “fine! fine!”

“Yes!” Jimin punches the air, earning a soft chuckle from the older.

Taehyung knew Jimin wants to go and find out about interesting location he searched on google. The younger caught a liking on such stuffs, but, Taehyung doesn't mind. In fact, he himself diverts his attention on reading fairytales which made the possibility of him not getting boyfriend sooner.

Jimin and Taehyung referred themselves as a soulmate. They love and adore each other very much but not in a romantic way. They treated each other as a family— Taehyung does ever since he came out from the orphanage.

“What are you thinking of?” Jimin interrupted, looking directly at him.

“Jiminie, I love you.” Taehyung smiled.

Jimin grins, his eyes turning into a crescent shape, launching himself forward, devouring Taehyung's figure.

“I love you too!”

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The tranquil dark sky lit dimly with the moon's light, the whole village fluoresce, giving faint view to the shades of roses.

It was past midnight yet Jungkook spends his time admiring the flowers, leaning on his veranda's panel, chin rested on his palm. “It's been a long time since we had a visitor.” He rubs his arms, keeping himself warm.

“Jungkook?” A deep baritone voice called, catching the attention of Jungkook. He turns back, seeing his brother with a few strands of hair sticking out everywhere, palm rubbing his eyes whilst he yawns.

“Oh, hyung.”

“Why are you still up?” His brother questioned, now standing beside him.

“Can't sleep.” He smiles sheepishly.

“Thinking of noona again?”

“Ah, no, no.” Jungkook scratches his nape, “I miss her so much, though.”

Yoongi chuckles, “not as how much Hoseok missed her.” He replied. “She'll come back, if someone entered.” Yoongi reassured. “It's been 3 years.”

“Yeah.. I hope so.” Jungkook glances at the boy beside him. “How about you, hyung? Don't you miss him?”

Yoongi stilled, a defeaning silence.. then he spoke. “I do, so much. That was decades ago, I don't think he remembers.” Yoongi utters sadly.

Jungkook felt sorry for his brother, unrequited love was never easy. Both of them believed that fate has someone for them. And that someone can remove away the dull and rust inside their heart. Jungkook beams. “Soon, hyung. Soon.”

“The train arrived!”

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Hello there, here's a short chapter for the first part. Don't worry, the next and future updates will be long. I promise!

Enjoy!