Voices|TK

two

2| wanna be friends?

you know that people can talk with each other through this game. well they sometimes have to communicate to know where the other is heading to and what his next move will be.

but naturally and totally used to it, jungkook didn't say one word. he was also somehow relieved that the other didn't talk, because he knew it'll be just the next kevin from spain, like almost every other time. jungkook would've needed to put out his english skills that he doesn't have, so he always refuses to talk. finding a korean game-mate is harder then searching for a needle in a hay pile. literally.

but jungkook was seriously impressed by this 'kevin'. he or she, however, was a really impressive player, killing every enemy with a one shot, which made them two an unbeatable duo.

after they won the next round, jungkook was about to just shut the game down, wanting to take a nap or maybe shower. but he haltered when the person behind that username, the unknown identity of kevin spoke up.

"good game." [in english] the voice echoed through jungkook's ear like the smoothest melody he ever heard. it was deep like ocean, dragging you with it immediately, caging you in a world without worries.

jungkook's heart started to beat faster and he didn't know why, the only thing he knew was, his voice was angelic.

still mesmerized by the melody of the velvet voice, he just stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity.

"is he offline?"taehyung thought out loud, looking at the screen, seeing his teammate be 'AFK' [Away From Keyboard].

"who?" jimin, taehyung's best friend asked. he was chilling on taehyung's couch, phone lazily in his hand. he always came over to taehyung when he fought with his mother. which happened again today, because he got a F in maths. without wanting to discuss this matter any longer with his mother, he decided to leave, join taehyung at his house. like always.

taehyung doesn't mind, jimin's like a brother to him.

"bunnykook." taehyung read the username, since jimin asked.

"bunnykook? what a silly name, who would name himself..."

taehyung didn't listen to jimin rambling about how silky that username is, because the person behind that screen finally spoke.
"nope, still online." [in english]

taehyung stopped for a second. his voice is so... hot.

"oh hey..." taehyung responded. "where are you from?"[in english]

"south korea." bunnykook answered boredly and taehyung widened his eyes in excitement. "woahhhh, me too, nice to meet you!" [in korean]

jungkook was also surprised to finally have no kevin from spain as a mate. [a/n: i'm sorry if your name is kevin btw]

"yeah, nice to meet you?"

taehyung pouted at the unsure tone the other was using. "so where do you live?"

"seoul." jungkook answered monotonously, while taehyung jumped up in excitement, even letting jimin look confused at him. "ME TOO." he screamed and jungkook quickly turned the volume of the tv down.

he believes that scream of that beautiful voice even scared the ghost in his house away.
"cool."

taehyung bit his lip. it seems like the other doesn't want to tall to him, which is partly true, partly wrong. jungkook doesn't want to get to know new people. yeah he doesn't like being lonely, but he also doesn't want to keep up with people, but that voice...

"wh-what's your name?" taehyung asked quietly and jungkook raised one eyebrow at how insecure the voice sounded now.

"jungkook. yours?"

jungkook, taehyung replayed the name in his mind like a mantra that he is supposed to never forget. and be sure, he never will from now on.

"taehyung. kim taehyung. nice to meet you!" taehyung answered when he snapped out of his thoughts. he smiled, even though he knew the other couldn't see it.

jungkook also lightly smiled at how bubbly and excited the male on the other line sounded. "cute..." he whispered, but the microphone of his earphones was so close to his mouth that taehyung and jimin hear it on the other line.

jimin's head snapped up and taehyung blushed heavily. whoever this stranger was, whoever this voice belongs to, taehyung wants to get to know him.

"j-jungkook?"

"hmm?"

"wanna be friends?" taehyung asked, collecting his courage. he hoped for a yes, but pouted at the answer that came from the other.

"i will think about it." jungkook answered, grinning. friends.

"oh okay..." taehyung mumbled.

"can we play another round?" taehyung asked an pouts when there is no answer. soon jungkook's charakter in the game says "offline" and taehyung crosses his arms disappointed.

„hey, taehyung, my mom's calling all the time. guess i have to go home now, don't wanna get grilled for dinner." jimin said, but taehyung wasn't paying any attention.

„mhh." he answered, eyes fixed on the screen, even though there was nothing happening. it was just the so called lobby, nothing spectular... except the user name 'bunnykook' that was now findable in taehyung'. friends-list.

"mhh?" , jimin repeated, "is that the only thing you're going to say to your best friend when he leaves?" jimin chuckled.

taehyung rolled his eyes and jumped up to hug him. "sorry, guess i kinda felt that game to much." he excused himself with a smile.

he gave me a suspicious look, but smiled too. "good night, see you tomorrow." he said before leaving and closing the door.
"good night!" taehyung shouted after him, when he closed the door. he looked back to the screen. jungkook was really offline, just because he felt tired, but he didn't want to explain why he didn't want to play anymore so he just left.

taehyung pouted and hoped to get to hear the voice again as soon as possible.

that voice, jungkook's voice was the most calming thing taehyung had ever heard. he doesn't know why this voice was melting him like that.

other than jungkook, taehyung has a family, has friends and goes to school. he is a bubbly person, a sunshine you can say.

after taehyung turned 18 he moved too. he got a house near school, provided by his parents. the now 19 years old has the perfect life, incredible good grades, nice friends and is lovely as hell.

but taehyung misses something in his life.

"will there ever be someone's heart beating the same as mine?"