In your dreams✔

20

Taehyung has been staring at his reflection for the past 15 minutes as if he’s waiting for it to suddenly change. It won’t, of course, it’s a reflection, but he still stares.

He spent an embarrassing amount of time finding the right outfit for this “conversation” as Jungkook had called it. What the fuck do you wear to go to your crushes apartment for a “conversation” after you stupidly confess to him in his own dream?

In the end he had settled for a cute but casual, “I look like I didn’t try but this actually took three hours” look. He’s wearing a white Celine tee with the sleeves rolled, a small section of the front tucked into loose tan slacks. He also may or may not have dyed his hair dark brown early this morning.

He dyed it mostly because he missed his dark hair and has been wanting to do this for a while now… but a little teeny tiny part of him may have been encouraged by the fact that all of Jungkook’s exes have had brown or black hair.

It looks good though. Better than the last time even, since he’s older now and has grown into his features.

His newly dark hair is styled in loose waves, his messy enough to be sexy but not too messy that he looks like he just rolled out of bed.

With a deep sigh, he finally feels content with his appearance and heads out the door.

When Jungkook opens the door, he’s wearing grey sweatpants and a black t shirt, hair tossled like he’d just rolled out of bed.

Goddamn it.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Taehyung rambles nervously. “Hoseok left a half hour ago so I assumed it was okay to come over now, I should have texted first I didn’t really-”

“Hey, don’t worry, you didn’t wake me.” Jungkook laughs, dragging the brunette inside and closing the door behind them. “I was just watching Youtube in bed. Lazy day, I guess.”

“Ah.” He nods. Sitting stiffly on the well-worn couch at the center of the room.

The younger takes a seat next to him, the couch sinking with his weight. Neither of them speak, not knowing remotely where to begin.

Fuck, this is awkward.

“I like your hair.” Jungkook says, breaking the excruciatingly uncomfortable silence. “Like really like it. It’s super mature and mysterious and sex–...y-you look good”

“Oh.” Taehyung jolts, cheeks flushing bright red at the compliment. “Uh, thank you. I dyed it this morning...I wanted to change things up and… well, I was bored so...”

“Ah… gotcha.” Ah, there’s that good ol’ awkward silence again. “Tae, about last night… was that real? Did that really happen?”

Here we go. This is it, no turning back.

“Yeah, it was real. The dream… and everything I said in it.” He admits, staring at the black tv screen in order to avoid seeing the younger’s reaction.

He hears something that sounds remarkably like a sigh of relief come from Jungkook, but refuses to let himself get his hopes up.

“I was worried it was just me making shit up.” He laughs. “I uh… I wanted to make sure it was real before…”

Taehyung waits patiently, heart beating ridiculously fast in his chest.

“Before what?” He asks hopefully, fingers curling tightly around the edge of the couch.

Jungkook looks at him then, his eyes big and soft like a fawn. He takes a shaky inhale before sliding one of his hands over Taehyung’s white knuckles.