In your dreams✔

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To: cute dumbass 
wanna go get ice cream? i gotta tell you smth

From: cute dumbass 
uh oh
ur not pregnant are you?

To: cute dumbass 
stfu I’m tryna be serious you fork 
*form
*dorm
*dork
fuck

From: cute dumbass 
… 
u good there?

To: cute dumbass 
I wish I had an excuse but the truth is I’m just shit at typing.

From: cute dumbass 
cute

To: cute dumbass 
Ejndksbxjwnxjs
Sorry, dropped my phone

From: cute dumbass 
uh huh

To: cute dumbass 
ANYWAY
Wanna meet at over the MOOn at 1?

From: cute dumbass 
lol yeah sounds good, I’ll see u in a bit

“Strawberry?” Jungkook asks curiously, eyeing up the pastel pink filled cone in Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung shrugs. “It’s my favorite.”

“Tae, no.” The younger shakes his head disapprovingly. “If you’re gonna have a fruity ice cream it has to be either black cherry or blue moon.”

“Well okay then, since you’re apparently an ice cream connoisseur,” Taehyung teases sarcastically, “what did you get?”

Jungkook smiles proudly and holds up a waffle cone with swirls of brown, creme, and orangey-bronze. “House special: vanilla base with chocolate and caramel mixed in along with bits of toffee.”

“That actually sounds amazing, shit.” He stares appreciatively at the mixture.

“Wanna try it?” Jungkook offers, holding the cone out to him.

Taehyung should have seen it coming. He shouldn’t have trusted Jeon Jungkook of all people to hold an ice cream cone still and resist such a perfect opportunity. He should have seen it coming, but he didn’t, and as he leans it to take a lick, Jungkook pushes the cone forward and gets ice cream all over the elder’s mouth and the tip of his nose.

“Jungkook!” He shrieks while the other just laughs deviously, his eyes wrinkling at the edges with how big his smile is.

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Jungkook chuckles, quickly grabbing some napkins from the counter in the colourful, plant filled shop. “Besides, you look adorable, and it’s delicious, so you really can’t be mad at me.” He reasons.

“That’s the worst apology I’ve ever heard.”

Jungkook just smiles and brings the napkin to his face, gently wiping the sweet dessert from his nose, around his mouth and finally his lips. He hesitates, abandoning the napkin to instead swipe his thumb softly along Taehyung’s bottom lip.

Taehyung’s breath catches in his throat, part of him wanting to pull the younger in and let him clean the rest with his tongue, part of him wanting to turn and run as far as his feet will take him.

Instead he swallows and blurts out what’s been haunting his mind for the majority of the week.

“I can go into other people’s dreams.” He rushes out, holding his breath as he waits for the other’s inevitability confused response.

“I- what?” Jungkook blinks.

Taehyung looks around nervously, suddenly remembering their very public current location.

“Uh, let’s talk somewhere else.” He quickly grabs Jungkook’s hand, holding it tight in his own since, after this, who knows if he’ll ever get the chance again.

They walk to a small park down the block, relatively empty and probably the best they’ll get as far as privacy goes.

“So, um, well basically,” Taehyung starts, still holding the youngest hand as they sit together on a bench. “for as long as I can remember, I’ve had this… ability… to travel to other people’s dreams?”

Jungkook stares at him, his face blank, lips pressed in confusion.

“I can pretty much just choose who I wanna visit, and then once I get there I just like, tell them they’re dreaming and then they become lucid and we can just play around and stuff.” He continues after a several awkwardly long seconds of silence. “I usually just hang out in Hobi’s but I guess now that he’s with Jimin, I should be more careful ‘cause this one time I walked in on-“

“I’m confused.” The dark haired boy interrupts. “What’s the bit? Like, what’s the point of the joke?”

“It’s not a joke.”

Silence.

“You want me to seriously believe you… what, have a superpower?” He laughs but there’s no malice behind it.

“I mean, I wouldn’t call it a superpower, but yeah.”

“Tae, that’s… you understand how strange this all sounds right?”

Taehyung nods, he’s gone through extensive measures before to prove his ability to his best friend and family. This is nothing new.

“I can prove it.” He says. “I… I’ve kinda… been in your dreams. Only once! It was just one time, I felt bad ‘cause you didn’t know and have been wanting to tell you since.”

At this, Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise, a hint of panic flashes in his eyes.

“Y-you what?”

Taehyung holds his hand tighter, terrified that this is the moment he loses the man he’s grown to care so deeply for.

“It was the day before the last game.” He reveals. “I only saw a little, but it was about the party at Namjoon’s. Specifically the, uh, the body shot.”

Jungkook pulls his hand away and Taehyung can feel the exact moment his heart breaks.

“I left when we — well the dream version of us — started making out.” His voice wavers as he forces himself to continue, tears welling in his eyes. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize it was gonna be a dream like that… I left because I felt like I was invading your privacy. I understand if you hate me-“

“I don’t hate you Tae.” Jungkook says, his voice softening. “I’m not upset at you at all. This is just a lot to process and that’s not really how I wanted you finding out and, fuck I’m sorry, this is just… a lot.”

“I understand— wait, finding out what?”

“I gotta go.” The younger stands up, ignoring Taehyung’s question. “I promise I’m not mad, I just need some time to process everything. I’ll text you okay?”

Taehyung nods and watches Jungkook walk away from him.

It isn’t until late that night that Taehyung finally receives the text.

From: cute dumbass 
come to my dream tonight.

To: cute dumbass 
are you sure?

From: cute dumbass 
positive :)

“Make sure you knock this time.” Hoseok grins when Taehyung shows him the texts, tossing a pillow at his roommate before turning to head off into his own room. “Don’t wanna… interrupt something again.” He winks.

“Shut up.” Taehyung groans, throwing the pillow back just as Hoseok is closing the door.

He rolls his eyes and flicks the lights off before grabbing the pillow from the ground and curling into bed.