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They say your teenage years are a time of learning and experiencing. It’s the greatest time of your life, where you meet new people, sneak out and enjoy parties to forget the pressure of high school, and get drunk like there’s no tomorrow. It’s when bonds that can’t be broken are formed, and you try things you’ve never done before to make amazing memories that’ll last you forever.

Jungkook says it’s bullshit.

As he walks the lively halls, he can’t help but take a glimpse at the interactions between his classmates. Girls hugging, friends smiling, guys shoving one another in a playful banter – the list goes on, now that summer break is over.

Laughter from a group of older guys – he guessed seniors – fills the air, and he couldn’t help the hurt feeling that hit his chest with a pang, shaking his bones to the core with the urge to up and run straight through the school doors and never come back.

That could be him, enjoying his first morning of his junior year, laughing and smiling without worrying about his first class. But it wasn’t him, and he was in fact worrying.

After the only person he could call a friend, Jinyoung, moved away right before school started back up again, Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to feel any sort of happiness. He was kind of… lost, one might say. His mind would fill with, ‘well, what now?’ but he would always come up with a blank.

His parents often tried to fill in that blank themselves, telling him to ‘go out, make new friends!’ or ‘that new ice cream shop opened up down the street, why don’t you go visit it?’ in an attempt to revive him of his once content (read: he was never content) self. The truth is, Jungkook was self-loathing, and he plans to keep it that way if it meant he didn’t have to interact with any of the kids at his school.

Getting to his first class proves not to be as hard as he initially thought, and he slips through the door with ease, picking a seat in the back corner, like he always had the year before.

It was easier that way – nobody would bother him, he wouldn’t bother them.

Well, he thought so, at least.

Only a few moments after taking his seat, two boys came bustling in, the one with black hair and a dark smoke around small eyes obviously being chased by the other, a boy with brown hair that looked soft to the touch, and a boxy smile that made his eyes disappear into wonderful little crescents.

Jungkook stares in curiosity, eyebrows shot up behind his bangs, eyes large and wide, and it’s then the taller boy with the light hair speaks, voice a rich baritone,

“Come here, you little shit!”

There’s a pen in his hand, and he has murder written all over his face. Said little shit, however, tries to give a smile, although it comes out very sheepish.

“Taehyung-ah,” he drags out, childish pout on his lips, and he tries to take a step closer to his friend, ‘Taehyung’ he noted, who simply points his pen threateningly, “you love me, don’t you? Forgive me just this once?”

Taehyung scoffs obnoxiously loud, exaggerated scowl on his face, and Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh under his breath, quickly covering it up with a fist. Taehyung takes a quick glimpse at him, raising an eyebrow, and that’s when Jungkook suddenly finds the zipper of his bag to be very interesting.

“Forgive you? You’re a dead man, Park Jimin,” Taehyung threatens, and without wasting a second, he begins to come for the boy’s life once again. Jimin lets out a girlish squeal and eases his way through the maze of desks, and somehow, he finds himself behind Jungkook, holding his hands over his face in a form of protection.

It was at the same moment Taehyung decides it would be a good time to throw the pen with all his might, but it was not his desired target that it hit. Instead, Jungkook finds himself with a stinging cheek and nostril, pen dropping to the floor with a small clack.

Taehyung and Jimin stare at each other, eyes wide, and Jimin immediately begins apologizing on Taehyung’s behalf, crouching next to his desk. His eyebrows are furrowed oddly, eyes examining Jungkook’s red cheek, before he turns to his friend with a glare.

“Look what you did, asshole,” he snaps, though there was no bite to his words.

Taehyung seems to fall out of his daze of staring at Jungkook, shaking his head and holding out a hand for him to shake. A warm smile takes over his face.

“Sorry, that was aimed for him, not you! Definitely not you,” he trails off, grin widening, as he continues to wait for Jungkook to take his hand. Jungkook glances at the large hand and he figures it would be rude not to take it, so he grabs hold of it, and Taehyung shakes it enthusiastically before letting go to place it on his hip.

“So, kid Jimin made me hit,” he says, earning an offended punch on the arm, “I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. What about you?”

Jungkook didn’t expect the boy to want to know his name. He didn’t even expect an apology. But, people were always full of surprises, weren’t they? There couldn’t have been any harm in saying his name, so they can move on with their lives and never speak again.

“It’s Jeon Jungkook,” he replies, voice shy and quiet, and he could practically feel the fond quirk of Jimin’s lips directed at him.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook, are you new? I’ve never seen you around in previous years.” Though the statement should offend Jungkook, he just grins awkwardly, fingers returning to play with the zipper of his bag.

“I’ve been here since I was born, actually. I’m just not very…” — what was the word he was looking for? — “…noticeable.” This causes the two boys to frown, and he immediately holds his hands in the air, shaking his head. “Don’t worry though! It’s not anything bad or anything.”

I don’t like being noticed, he wants to say, but he figures it would be rude since they were devoting time to talk to him. Him.

“Sounds depressing to me,” Taehyung utters, and Jimin hits him again, this time a slap to the stomach, and he offers a kind smile to Jungkook. He ignores Taehyung’s pouts, simply brushing him off when he wraps his arms around him.

Jungkook wonders what their relationship is. They seem very close.

At that moment, their teacher decides to join them as the bell rings, but it doesn’t stop Jimin from saying what he wanted to say,

“Well, I hope we can get to know each other! Sorry for Taehyung hitting you in the face!”

“It was an accident!” the other boy whines, like that of a child, and Jimin simply drags him off to their desired seats on the other side of the room before Jungkook can say that it was okay.

Jungkook would spare occasional glances towards the two, but they were so immersed in one another, they (thankfully) didn’t notice.


Jungkook didn’t see Taehyung or Jimin after class ended until later, his last lecture before lunch, and needless to say, Taehyung makes quite an entrance.

He doesn’t see either of them when he takes a seat, so he automatically assumes they’re in other classes. Though they only talked for a few moments earlier that morning, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel disappointed. They weren’t in his other classes either, and he usually didn’t have people that voluntarily spoke to him. Most of the time it was out of pity, or it was to remind him of how much of a loser he is (he agrees).

Jungkook expects the same thing for that class — sitting alone throughout the whole thing while he dozes off as the teacher rambles about things he considers irrelevant (how was your break? What fun things did you do? Did you hang out with friends? Jungkook had no positive answers to any so he keeps his mouth shut).

However, it’s about ten minutes into class that a boy comes stumbling in, face red and flushed out, chest heaving with his gasps for air.

It only takes him a second to realize it’s Taehyung. The teacher looks him up and down with a scowl, hands on her hips to appear intimidating.

“Why are you—” she pauses, looks at the clock, then back at Taehyung, “—eleven minutes late? It’s the first day of school, Taehyung.”

Oh. Well, Jungkook didn’t expect the teacher (what was her name again?) and Taehyung to know each other, but it seems he’s just a boy full of surprises.

“Ah, sorry, Mrs. Kim,” he apologizes, though the cocky grin on his face makes it seem half-assed, “I got caught up with a friend. Didn’t realize how much time had gone by!”

Mrs. Kim simply scoffs, shooing him off to a seat, and it’s only until Taehyung starts walking towards an empty desk in the row next to him that he understands why she looked so disgusted.

Taehyung’s lips are bright red and swollen, glistening with spit that he should probably tell him to wipe off, and his cheeks are flushed a cute, rosy pink. That’s not why he knows why Mrs. Kim acted the way she did, though – Taehyung’s fly is down, and it hits Jungkook that he was doing something inappropriate with another student.

Jungkook immediately grows flustered. Taehyung notices. A smirk is sent his way, Taehyung’s large hand throwing him a small wave, and Jungkook wants to do nothing more than to curl in on himself.

“Your, um,” he stutters out, and Taehyung raises an amused eyebrow, “your zipper is down.” Jungkook internally slaps himself. He probably embarrassed Taehyung, and usually when people are embarrassed, they avoid you for the rest of the year like you have the plague. He prepares to be thrown offended insults, but Taehyung simply turns his smirk into a sheepish smile, and Jungkook wonders how even through the embarrassing statement, his smile still reaches his eyes.

Taehyung immediately pulls his zipper up, hands hidden under his desk, and gives Jungkook thumbs up.

“Thanks, Jeon Jungkook,” he teases, and Jungkook really hopes his face didn’t turn a bright red again. He urges it down as best as he can.

“Yeah, no problem,” he grumbles back, shifting in his seat, composure awkward with his hands trapped between his thighs and eyes avoiding Taehyung’s. Taehyung is still smiling, though, as if he doesn’t seem to mind his timid aura.

The class proceeds without Taehyung speaking to him, thank god. He doesn’t know if he would be able to speak with him for any longer knowing just twenty minutes ago he was messing around with somebody else.


Once the bell rings, signaling lunch, Taehyung hops up excitedly and rushes out of the room at lightning speed, and Jungkook watches him curiously. Was he meeting with Jimin? Was that who he was with before?

Jungkook quickly shakes off the thoughts and instead grabs his bag and leaves as well, weaving his way through the sudden crowd of people coming from all different direction, until he’s safely outside, sitting on the grass under a bright blue sky with a sandwich shoved in his mouth.

Lunch was always something he enjoyed. Most people enjoy it because they get to see their friends, but Jungkook liked to watch the clouds float by. He would lay on his back or sit cross-legged, picking at the lunch his mother made for him, while naming as many clouds as he could.

It was the only time he could feel at ease with himself.

However, the moment didn’t last long. He hears rustling beside him and turns his head to see Taehyung with Jimin and an unfamiliar boy next to them. Unfamiliar boy has an arm wrapped around Jimin’s waist, and Jungkook furrows his eyebrows – weren’t him and Taehyung dating? Was he wrong?

“Hey, Jungkook!” Taehyung greets him, plopping down by his side, and the other two do the same. Jungkook blinks.

“Oh, hello,” he replies politely, though he’s still full of confusion. Did they need something from him? Jimin offers him a smile full of crumbs from the muffin he was eating, and the blonde boy gives him a small wave. He seems too occupied in a notebook to want to talk, though.

“Not to be rude or anything, but… why are you sitting with me?” The question comes out rude anyway, but Taehyung seems unfazed, giving a lazy shrug to respond.

“I wanted to. Do you want us to leave?”

Despite the question, Taehyung makes himself comfortable in this grass, laying back with his arms under his head. When Jungkook spares a glance at Jimin, he shrugs as well.

“It’s okay. I was just wondering…”

“Jungkook!” Jimin shouts, and he startles, not expecting the outburst, and he hums in question. “This is Yoongi. Yoongi, this is—Yoongi, listen to me!—this is Jungkook.”

The boy, Yoongi, looks up, and for a moment, Jungkook feels intimidated by the hard look on his face, but his lips upturn to reveal a gummy smile, and Jungkook offers one back.

“Hey,” he says, and Jungkook gives a polite nod, and Yoongi goes back to looking at his notebook. Words were scrawled messily over the page, Jungkook notes, and he wonders what they were saying.

“Why were you looking at the sky?”

Jungkook turns to look at Taehyung, who has his eyebrows raised, hidden behind his hair. It reminds him of honey.

“Oh, I was looking at the clouds. They’re interesting, aren’t they?” Jungkook thinks he says something wrong when Taehyung snorts through his nose, and he frowns, embarrassed, but Taehyung smiles.

“That’s cute. Do you normally watch them?”

Jungkook’s smile reaches his eyes this time.

“Yeah! I know it’s not a normal hobby people have, but I like them. Stars, too. But they aren’t exactly out right now…”

He doesn’t notice the amused looks he receives from all of them, even Yoongi, who spares a moment from his book to listen to what he has to say. He also doesn’t notice Yoongi whispering ‘he’s cute’ to Jimin, who giggles and agrees with a nod of his head.

Jungkook is too focused on watching the clouds roll by them, casting shadows over them as they pass the sun, and he tilts his head curiously as he tries to make out the different clouds. Taehyung stares at him for a moment before following his gaze, now on his elbows to get a better look (and not just at the clouds).

The rest of lunch is peaceful as Jungkook loses himself in the sky, Taehyung loses himself in his newfound friend’s admiration, and Jimin loses himself in getting Yoongi’s attention.

It takes him by surprise when the bell rings for the end of lunch, but he snatches up his bag rather quickly, standing and nodding towards the other three boys.

“Well, thank you for keeping me company. Bye!” Jungkook offers them a shy wave before he marches off, but he freezes when Jimin calls after him.

“Wait, Jungkook! We were actually wondering if you wanted to go to a party with us tonight? It’s kind of a celebration for making it through the first day, y’know?” No, Jungkook didn’t know, but he shakes his head anyway.

“I’ve actually never been to a party, so…”

“What?” Taehyung gawks, and Jungkook stands awkwardly, shuffling his feet. Was it really that big of a surprise? “You’re in your third year of high school now and have never been to a party? You have to come with us, then!”

Jungkook didn’t know if that was such a good idea, but these people – they were trying to be his friends, weren’t they? He couldn’t give up an opportunity like this so easily. Friends weren’t something that came to him so willingly.

Still, he smiles.

“I mean, if you really think I should go…” Taehyung and Jimin enthusiastically nod at that, “…then I guess it’s okay.”

The two share cheeky grins and Yoongi gives him a crook of his lips, and Jungkook realizes they seem to have something in common – they don’t like to talk much. It makes Jungkook feel a bit better to know he wasn’t the only one.

“Yoongi-hyung knows how to drive, so we’ll come with him to pick you up, okay? But I’ll need your number!”

Jungkook’s never seen anybody so ecstatic over a high school party before, but he somehow finds it amusing as he hands Taehyung his phone, the boy quickly typing in a number and something else that looks like a text. Soon enough, he hears a ding right as Taehyung hands the device back to him.

“There! I texted my number so I can have yours, okay?”

Jungkook smiles to show his understanding, and it only grows wider as the three walk off, Taehyung turning to give him a bright smile in return, waving his hand until they’re out of sight.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, turning it into an airy laugh. Jungkook… can’t believe that happened, but as he stares at the phone in his hand, it’s his reality check that, yes, he had people wanting to be his friend.

Taehyung‘s name has a heart next to it, and the text he sent uses one too many exclamation points, but it makes Jungkook’s stomach flutter with an unfamiliar feeling.


i look forward to the party jungkookie!!!! wear something hot!!!



The time comes that Taehyung texts him that they’re on their way later that night, and he takes one last look at himself in the mirror. Jungkook wasn’t exactly prepared for a party, for he usually stayed in his room and played video games when he got home, but it was the best he could do.

He’s clad in a white button down, paired with simple jeans (when he says he’s not fashionable, he truly means it – from the bottom of his heart) and black sneakers that Jinyoung left behind after he moved. Well, at least he could say that those had style.

When Jungkook told his mom he was going out, she was euphoric, showering his face in kisses before he managed to push her off.

Now, it was almost time, and Jungkook would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. What did kids even do at parties?

At the same moment, the doorbell rings and he fixes his shirt one last time before he rushes out of his room and to the door, bidding his mother a quick farewell before he opens it.

Jimin and Taehyung stand there, both with matching grins, and he nods politely to them as he shuts the door.

“Jungkook! Are you excited?”

Jungkook thinks for a moment.

“More like scared for my life.”

“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun, we promise! I’ll go tell Yoongi we’re ready, okay?” Jimin hurries off to the pickup truck in his driveway, and that’s when he notices Yoongi in the driver’s seat, who gives him a wave of his hand.

Jungkook is about to return the favor when he feels hands on his shirt, and he turns to find Taehyung picking at the top buttons, popping them open. He feels the night chill quickly creep in through the exposure.

“There. It’s a party, so let’s loosen up, yeah? Trust me.”

For some reason, Jungkook does, and he follows Taehyung to the car, but rather than going to the front with everybody else, he drags him to the back of the truck, pulling down the tailgate. Jungkook looks at him curiously. Taehyung simply raises an eyebrow back.

“Well? Get up in, unless you need help?”

Jungkook immediately shakes his head as he clumsily climbs into the bed of the truck, and Taehyung joins him, pulling the tailgate back up and hits the side of the car to signal for Yoongi to go.

Once the car starts moving, it jolts and sends Jungkook catching his grip, eyes widening in alarm. Though, after the few moments that Yoongi spends backing out, he easily grows used to the feeling. He discovers Taehyung smiling at him.

“What?” Jungkook asks.

“Cute,” is all he says, before turning to face the road, and Jungkook does the same, deciding not to linger on the heat rising in his cheeks.

It seems like forever until Taehyung speaks again, and this time, he’s pointing to something. Jungkook doesn’t understand. All he sees is trees.

He stands corrected seconds later, when the car crosses a bridge, and Jungkook is met with the most beautiful sunset he’s seen. Immediately, his mouth goes agape, and he hangs over the side of the truck to gaze at it lovingly.

“You said you like the sky, right? How’s that for a sky?”

He turns to Taehyung, who’s smiling softly at him, joining him on his side of the truck.

“It’s the prettiest one I’ve seen!” Jungkook tells him joyfully, returning his gaze back to the array of bright oranges and pinks painting the sky. Taehyung chuckles.

Soon, the bridge ends, and they’re interrupted by trees once again. Jungkook sits normally, and Taehyung follows. Though, this time, their shoulders brush.

Jungkook can’t find it in himself to mind. Not one bit.

“How much longer until we get there?” he asks, and Taehyung shrugs. He reaches over to the glass of the truck, knocking on it to get Jimin’s attention, and it opens a second later.

“Having fun back there?” Jimin teases, and Taehyungs fakes a ‘haha’. “We’ll be there soon! Are you that excited, Jungkook?” It’s hard to hear him over the wind in his ears, but he manages.

“Better than before!” he shouts back, and Jimin gives him a thumbs up before closing the window. Not before sticking his tongue out at Taehyung, though, and he finds the offended look on his face charming.

Taehyung returns back to his spot next to Jungkook, and the two sit in comfortable silence until minutes pass, and the truck pulls up to a rather large house, making an abrupt stop.

This time, Taehyung helps him out, and he thanks him with a shy grin.

The three lead Jungkook into the house, and the first thing Jungkook notices is the blasting music. It’s so loud, he can feel the bass rattling his bones.

People are crowded all around the room, many with drinks in their hands, and Jungkook can’t help but walk closer to Taehyung. Taehyung seems to notice.

“Nervous already?” he asks, clapping an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, and he scoffs under his breath.

“No, I’m not nervous!”

He doesn’t sound convincing at all, and Jimin and Yoongi laugh at him.

“What about a drink, Jungkook? That’ll help you feel a bit calmer!” Jungkook nods at Jimin, who drags Yoongi off to what he assumes is the kitchen while Taehyung guides him to a couch. Fortunately, it’s open, but there are two people sitting in the one across from them, lips locked and hands all over each other.

“Namjoon-hyung, Jin-hyung! This is Jungkook!”

The two pull away, and Jungkook feels sheepish looking at them, but they greet him with a smile regardless.

“Hi, Jungkook,” one says, and Jungkook is about to ask Taehyung which is which, but he answers it for him, “I’m Seokjin, or Jin, whichever you prefer. This is Namjoon. Don’t mind us!”

Jungkook is about to reply, but he’s interrupted by Jimin shoving a red cup in his hand, who sees the two elders. He tackles the two in a hug while Yoongi takes a seat on the armrest next to Jungkook, and he’s handing Taehyung a cup as well, who thanks him cheerfully and swallows a mouthful.

Jungkook stares down at the brownish liquid in his cup. He swirls it around, seeing if that’ll do anything, but he merely shrugs it off. Jimin wouldn’t give him anything bad at his first party, would he?

He wouldn’t!

However, as Jungkook takes a sip of the drink, it tastes like pure piss and he does a double take. Yoongi laughs.

“You’ve never had alcohol before, Jungkook?”

Jungkook shakes his head with a pout on his lips.

“You get used to it after a while. Don’t worry, we won’t let you drink too much to where you’re drunk. It’s just to give you a little experience.” Yoongi tries to be reassuring, but Jungkook is anything but reassured.

Then, he remembers – how many times will he be able to experience something like this? He decides to live life in the moment, only for now. He drinks another gulp of the drink, and the second time isn’t as bad, nor is the third or fourth. Eventually, the entire drink is gone, and Taehyung is clapping him on the back and he hears the other boys cheering in the background.

He finds that he enjoys the attention. So, he asks Taehyung to go with him to get another, and the boy easily agrees, grabbing his hand to guide him through the crowd of drunks, and Jungkook smiles giddily.

“Don’t give him too much, Taehyung-ah!” he thinks he hears Yoongi yell, but he doesn’t dwell on it.

The two reach the kitchen and Taehyung is already pouring him another, Jungkook watching with curious eyes. Taehyung turns, two cups in his hands, and he hands one to Jungkook, who eagerly takes it to begin gulping it down.

“Whoa, whoa Jungkook, don’t drink it so fast! I’m all for you having fun tonight, but not to the point you barf on somebody’s shoes.”

Despite the worry, he’s still smiling at Jungkook, and Jungkook feels heat rise to his cheeks.

He blames it on the alcohol.


A couple of hours later, and Jungkook is wrecked. He was a bit of a lightweight, yes, but he also didn’t follow Taehyung’s advice on taking the drinks slow, which is exactly why he finds himself sitting on the floor between the couches, body swaying to the music, eyes closed in content. Taehyung is no where to be found, having disappeared about half an hour ago, but he was too distracted to notice. Yoongi keeps an eye on him, but he seems distracted, as well – specifically, by Jimin’s body rocking back and forth in the crowd of people, drink in his hand and sweaty hair pushed back. His makeup is smudged under his eyes, giving him a sultry look, but Yoongi looks conflicted.

“Yoongi-hyung,” he draws out, goofy smile on his lips, “go to Jimin-hyung. I can see you!” He giggles, as if he told a joke, and Yoongi chuckles in amusement.

“It’s fine, kid, you need somebody to watch over you. You’re way too drunk to be alone.”

“I’m not! Don’t worry, Yoongi-hyung, being alone doesn’t bother me anymore! I’m used to it.” He giggles a second time but this time, Yoongi doesn’t return it.

“What do you mean, Jungkook?”

Jungkook opens his eyes to look at his friend, and he forces them to stay open despite the heaviness. “I mean,” he starts, rolling his eyes, “I’m used to being alone! I don’t have friends, or a dad, and my mom works, but it’s okay! I’m here now, aren’t I?” Jungkook beams, but Yoongi sees his façade crumbling.

And he’s right.

Jungkook’s smile falls and his doe eyes well up with tears, and Yoongi panics. He was terrible at comfort, despite being one of the oldest. Jimin was usually good with these sorts of things.

“Hey, Jungkook-ah…” Yoongi joins him on the floor, and he feels his chest clench when Jungkook starts sobbing to himself, head falling in his hands, and Yoongi’s thankful Jimin took notice quickly, forgetting the people he was dancing with to rush over.

“Hyung, what happened?” he asks, and Jungkook looks up at the sound of the voice. His lips are trembling, there’s snot running down his nose, and overall, he looks like a mess.

Jimin’s heart breaks at the sight of the tears in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi-hyung, I’ll go clean him up. Let’s get out of here, okay?”

Yoongi nods and stands to stalk off, most likely looking for Taehyung so they can leave once they’re done, and Jimin takes him the other way until they reach a closed door. Jimin pushes it open but instantly, he pushes Jungkook out of sight, a scowl forming on his face.

“Taehyung, pull your god damn pants up, and you, get out of here. Now.”

Jungkook doesn’t understand what’s going on, but the disappointment in Jimin’s voice worries him. He hears faint shuffling before an unfamiliar boy is stumbling out of the bathroom, hair messy and face red.

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows. He hears Jimin’s voice, soft this time, urging him to come in, and he sees Taehyung looking as equally flustered as the boy that left. Though, once he notices Jungkook, he immediately frowns.

“Hey, Jimin, why is he crying? What happened?”

Jimin sighs, and there’s a cloth in his hand. He runs it under warm water, wringing it out before gesturing for Jungkook to sit on the bathroom counter. He complies, and soon there’s a warmth brushing over his cheeks and eyelids, cleaning up his messy tears.

“I don’t know. Yoongi and him were talking before he started crying. Yoongi didn’t understand, either.”

Taehyung hums in understanding before taking the rag from Jimin.

“Go find Yoongi. I’ll fix him up, so don’t worry.”

Jimin stares at him for a moment. Taehyung stares back. Jimin sighs in defeat before giving Jungkook one last smile, turning to leave the bathroom. The door shuts behind him.

Taehyung is silent as he wipes Jungkook’s flushed cheeks, and Jungkook gazes at him, eyes wide and glossed over.

Taehyung catches his gaze and gives him a warm smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes like usual.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” he says quietly, and Jungkook tilts his head in confusion. “Our first day of friendship and I already failed at preventing you from crying.”

Jungkook smiles, and Taehyung thinks his eyes are too pretty to be full of tears. He keeps quiet, though.

“It’s okay, I had fun. I’ve never had so much fun before! Thank you for taking me, Taehyung!”

Taehyungs laughs lightly before tossing the rag on the floor and opening the door. He waits for Jungkook, who hops off the counter and practically skips. So much for crying, Taehyung thinks, but he shakes his head to himself, grinning as he follows.


The ride back home is silent the entire time until they pull into his driveway, but he didn’t mind the quiet. It was comfortable, and he spent his time watching the stars chase after them as they drove.

Jungkook crawls out of the back until his feet hit the ground, and he’s surprised Taehyung climbs out after him, but he pays no mind to Jungkook.

The doors to the truck open as well, and the three older boys guide him to his front door. His mother left it unlocked for him, he finds, but her car is gone from the driveway, so he knows she’s not home.

He tries not to seem too affected by it.

“Do you want to come in?” Jungkook offers despite the spinning of his head, and Jimin shakes his head.

“Sorry, Jungkook, I have to get home soon, which means I have to drag these two losers down with me. Invite us over another time! We’ll be glad to come.”

Yoongi and Taehyung agree with that, and Jungkook understands.

They say their goodbyes, Yoongi giving Jungkook’s hair a good ruffle, causing the strands to stick up in different directions (and he would’ve been embarrassed, but Taehyung’s laugh was like a song, and he dealt with it for the sake of hearing it) and Jimin begins to drag Taehyung away.

Yoongi is the last one standing, and Jungkook stares questioningly. He clears his throat and lets out a huff of air, and Jungkook smiles.

“We’re your friends now, Jungkook. So, don’t worry about being alone anymore. Got it?”

Jungkook is frozen in place, speechless, until Yoongi repeats his question and he begins to nod dumbly. Quick and frantic, just like the smile that grows on his face.

“Okay, Yoongi-hyung,” he whispers, and Yoongi ruffles his hair again.

“Good. Go to bed, Jungkook. You’ll feel like hell in the morning if you don’t.”

The two hear Jimin calling out for them from the car, and Yoongi grins to himself. Jungkook finds it endearing, how the two are so in love with one another but remain shy about it (well, more on Yoongi’s part).

Yoongi waves him goodbye and Jungkook waits for them to pull out and leave before heading inside. After the door is shut, he stands there with the biggest smile, and he can’t recall a time where he’s ever felt happier.

Needless to say, Jungkook slept like a baby that night.



After the party, Jungkook finds himself spending every waking second of the day with Taehyung, and other times Jimin and Yoongi. Yoongi keeps his word about him not being alone, and there hasn’t been a single moment where he felt such a thing. On his mind constantly was Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung, and it doesn’t occur to him until two weeks into their friendship that he was experiencing his first crush.

It starts like this.

Taehyung, Jungkook soon learns, was somebody of… interesting hobbies, ones that he doesn’t particularly understand, but doesn’t want to bring up on his own.

In simpler forms, Taehyung fucks around.

At the party, Jungkook was too drunk to understand the context of ‘Taehyung, pull your god damn pants up!’ and a mysterious guy leaving the bathroom not long after, but once he was sober, he knew what it meant.

At first, Jungkook thinks that maybe it’s an occasional thing that Taehyung does, and then stops for a few months, but he was terribly wrong when only two weeks into friendship, he opens his front door to a teary-eyed Taehyung.

Immediately, he’s concerned. He lets the boy come in, and Taehyung does, making his way to the living room like he’s been there thousands of times when really, this is the first time he’s made an appearance there.

Jungkook is thankful his mother isn’t around. He would hate for this to be her and Taehyung’s first meeting.

Jungkook follows after Taehyung and carefully sits next to him, but keeps his space just in case touch isn’t what he needs. It’s silent for a moment, and he lets Taehyung gather his thoughts before he decides to ask what happened.

Taehyung’s eyes well up with tears once again at the question and Jungkook’s heart drops, so rather than initiating a hug, he simply grabs the older boy’s hand, holding it tight. That seems to make Taehyung snap because the next thing he knows, Jungkook is on his back with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hold, and despite the air that left his lungs from the blow, he returns the hug.

“Why do I get attached, Jungkookie?” the boy practically sobs into his neck, and Jungkook has no idea what spurs this on. All he can do is run a comforting hand through his brown locks, and he knows it’s not the right moment to think this, but he thinks Taehyung’s hair is incredibly soft and pretty. It’s the first time he’s been able to touch it like this, and there’s a warmth in his chest at the realization.

“Why do you say that?” he asks the crying boy. He really dislikes the shuddering of Taehyung’s shoulders and tries to think of everything he can do to stop it.

“I met this guy,” he begins, a small hiccup sounding from his mouth, “and we’ve been talking lately. We hooked up, and I thought this time it would be different! He seemed really into me!”

Jungkook’s hand pauses at the blunt confession, but he doesn’t want to make the boy even more upset, so he quickly goes back to it, his free hand now rubbing Taehyung’s back.

“But then when I tried to speak with him, he said it was nothing more than a quick fuck. What kind of asshole does that? Why am I so upset over it?”

Taehyung lets out a sob and Jungkook holds him tighter.

Well, there was one thing his friend was right about.

That guy was a total asshole.

“He had the nerve to call me a whore. So why am I crying about him, Jungkookie?” Taehyung sounded so broken, and Jungkook’s heart shattered.

“Assholes like him don’t deserve good people like you, Taehyung,” he says, voice soft, and he feels Taehyung shift closer to him, warm breath fanning against his neck as he grows more comfortable. “You’re not even close to what he called you. You’re not just some silly hook up, or the whore that he sees you as.”

Taehyung sniffles, then shakes his head.

“But I am, aren’t I? Every hook up I have turns out this way. They call me a slut, or a whore, or treat me like dirt. Yet I still do it, because that’s what I am, right?”

“No,” Jungkook immediately argues, “though we’ve only met weeks ago, Taehyung, you’ve shown me who you truly are, and that’s far from it. You’re somebody who’s bright and carefree, and you bring a beautiful aura everywhere you go.”

Taehyung lifts his head only slightly to peek up at Jungkook, and his eyes are still wet from tears, but there’s no longer hurt or insecurity. There’s curiosity, and what Jungkook believes to be fondness.

“You’re somebody I can only dream of being. I wish I could be more like you, Taehyung.”

Taehyung stares at him, and Jungkook stares back.

Taehyung breaks out into a grin, and Jungkook thinks the tears shining in his eyes look like dancing stars.

“Thank you.” His voice is soft, almost inaudible, but Jungkook hears him, and he can’t help the smile he gives back.

Taehyung doesn’t stay for much longer, but he does stay long enough for Jungkook to make him tea to calm his nerves. They share small talk in his living room, Jungkook doing what he can to keep the boy distracted and happy, all up until he’s opening the door for Taehyung.

Jungkook doesn’t expect the hug that comes his way, but he happily takes it, arms wrapping tight around Taehyung. He feels warm inside, his heart beating faster than the speed of light, and he learns that he enjoys this affection. More importantly, he learns he enjoys it because it’s coming from Taehyung.

Taehyung is thanking him once again, ruffling his hair, before he pulls away. His smile is cheerful and Jungkook feels heat rise to his cheeks. He thinks he looks… pretty. He looks pretty when he’s happy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jungkookie,” he whispers, before turning and walking down his driveway, and Jungkook is left staring with a giddy grin.

He shuts the door and stands there, frozen, and brings a hand up to his cheek. It’s warm under his palm and Jungkook knows why this time it feels so different.

Jungkook likes Taehyung.



After the incident with Taehyung, the two never mention it again. Not the first few days, not the first week, and now two weeks have passed without the topic being brought up. However, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from showing more affection.

The comfort hugs Jungkook gave from before seems to open Taehyung up, and now at school, Taehyung’s not afraid to throw an arm around his shoulder, or swing their interlocked hands between their bodies, or lay his head in his lap at lunch.

It doesn’t help with the realization he made those couple of weeks ago.

When Jungkook realizes he likes Taehyung, he makes the decision to push it aside and forget about it. He’s never liked anybody, nobody peeking his interest, and he’s not ready to face rejection from the first person he likes.

He certainly didn’t want things to be awkward, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to think anything of it. It was giving Jungkook heart attacks. Every subtle touch makes his face flush with heat, his heart stuttering in his chest, and he finds himself smiling a lot more often.

He grows so used to the touches, it feels weird not to have Taehyung all over him.

Today, however, is different.

Jungkook is so enraptured by his notes at lunch that he doesn’t notice Taehyung plopping beside him, head immediately leaning against his shoulder as if pure instinct (and at this point, it probably is). Scrawled along his pages are drawings of various planets and constellations, notes scribbled messily across the paper.

Taehyung can’t help but peek over.

The first thing he notices is how descriptive the notes are, and just how many there are. He thinks he counts about seven full pages before he decides to ask Jungkook about it.

“What’s that?”

Jungkook looks up, startled, and he hears Jimin snicker at him. He didn’t even realize his friends joined him on their designated spot in the grass. Taehyung’s looking at him with raised eyebrows, cheek squished against Jungkook’s shoulder, and he clears his throat, fighting back the urge to blush.

“Oh, they’re my science notes. Just studying them.”

Taehyung gives him a teasing look. “It looks like more than just studying. I know your teacher is cruel, but not that cruel to make you take, like, ten pages of notes.”

Jungkook sheepishly fiddles with the pen in his hand and offers a soft smile.

“Guess you caught me. We actually watched a movie today on the universe. We had to take notes on it, and I guess I got a little carried away…” He stares down at his notes and only just now realizes how long they are. He feels his face flush.

Instead of Taehyung laughing at him, he just smiles back, warmth radiating from the action, and he asks him to tell him all about the movie.

That’s how Jungkook begins rambling about the movie to him, and he gets so into it, he disregards the smirk Jimin throws their way. Yoongi is doing the same as well, but instead of a smirk, it’s a cheeky smile.

“We learned about the different galaxies and constellations. I already knew most of the constellations, but they never fail to amaze me, y’know?” Taehyung hums to show he’s listening, soft gaze not once leaving Jungkook. Though, he’s the one that can definitely feel the taunting looks from their friends. “Lyra, Cygnus, Perseus – they’re all so amazing to learn about.”

The look on Jungkook’s face makes Taehyung’s stomach erupt into little butterflies. He looks so… content, and in love. It’s a newfound expression Taehyung’s seen, and he can’t stop himself from staring, the feeling of overwhelming fondness taking over his body.

All is silent for a moment. Even Jimin and Yoongi seem taken aback, eyes trained on the youngest, and Jungkook seems to finally notice because he smiles awkwardly and shuts his notebook, shoving it in his bag.

“Sorry. That probably seemed nerdy, didn’t it?” he says, light laughter leaving his lips, and while Jimin immediately denies it and calls him cute, Taehyung continues to sit there to stare in awe.

“What movie is it?”

All eyes turn to him and Jungkook raises his eyebrows.

“I think it was called Journey Through the Universe. Why?”

“Hm?” Taehyung shakes his head and smiles, leaning his head back on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Oh, nothing, I was just curious. It seems interesting.”



It’s interesting enough that after school, Taehyung heads to the town’s old movie store and searches every shelf there is before he finds it. It’s the same title that Jungkook told him at lunch, and he hopes it’s the same movie. He purchases it at the counter and feels giddy when he grabs the bag, smiling to himself as he walks out.



It’s not until Friday he shows Jungkook. It’s later in the evening, and he’s walking to the boy’s house, movie shoved in his backpack as well as snacks for the night ahead. Nerves are wracking his body as he inches closer down the street, all up until his house comes in view.

He shuffles up the driveway, noticing its emptiness, and hopes Jungkook is even home. It would ruin the surprise if nobody was there to greet him.

That’s not the case, fortunately, when he rings the doorbell once, twice, and Jungkook’s the one to open it.

He seems surprised.

“Taehyung? What are you doing here?”

Taehyung smiles brightly and steps in when Jungkook opens the door wider. “I thought we could hang out. I brought a movie and some food. Unless you’re busy?”

Jungkook immediately shakes his head and returns with a shy grin, closing the door and guiding Taehyung down a lit hallway. Taehyung furrows his eyebrows.

“Are we not watching it in the living room?” he asks, and Jungkook turns to him with his own eyebrows raised.

“Unless you’re more comfortable out here, then no, I have a TV in my room. Is that okay?”

Taehyung doesn’t understand why his heart does a little flutter but doesn’t question it. “Lead the way,” he teases, and Jungkook does, going all the way down the hall until he turns into his room.

The first thing Taehyung notices is the walls. They’re a light blue with a variety of clouds and stars painted on them. The second thing he notices is the planets hanging from the ceiling, and then the stars glued above. It’s so boyish, but it makes Taehyung smile as he takes in more of the room. A board covered in constellation charts, and below that a black desk covered in drawings of what looked like Saturn and Mars.

When he meets Jungkook’s stare, he finds the boy is sheepish. Is he embarrassed of his room?

“I like it,” he reassures and Jungkook visibly relaxes, “it has a lot of character to it.”

Jungkook gives him a bright smile, and Taehyung reminds himself to compliment his love for astronomy more often. He’d kill to see that smile everyday.

“What movie did you bring?” he asks instead, and Taehyung sets his bag down to open it up and pull out the DVD. At the sight of the title, Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he cocks his head to the side. Taehyung thinks he looks like a puppy.

“You… got me the movie?” The look on Jungkook’s face is priceless, filled with excitement yet surprise. “You remembered?”

“Of course!” Taehyung exclaims. “I figured with how many notes you took, you didn’t get to see most of the movie, so I got it for you.”

Jungkook is touched. There’s a soft expression on his face, a shy smile on his lips, and instead of saying anything, he turns the lights off, climbs on to his bed (the only thing in the room that isn’t space related and rather plain white sheets) and pats the spot next to him. Taehyung gladly follows.

The only light in the room is the glowing constellations on the ceiling and the TV when it’s turned on, the two finding themselves huddled together ten minutes in. Taehyung can’t help but admire them. He wonders if they’re actual constellations or if they’re just scattered lights.

He turns to glance at Jungkook, but the boy is too immersed in the movie to notice, hand shoving M&Ms in his mouth, and he takes a moment to simply gaze at him.

Taehyung’s never considered Jungkook in any way besides a friend, but after he came crying to the boy, he feels things shift in both him and Jungkook. It isn’t a bad thing. They grew accustomed to affection of any kind and he finds that he… likes it. It feels natural doing stuff with Jungkook.

Not wanting to be caught staring, he turns back to the movie, eyes trained on the galaxies swirling across the screen.

He doesn’t realize Jungkook’s eyes coming to look at him afterwards, but nobody needs to know anyway, Jungkook thinks.



They don’t talk throughout the movie. Taehyung wanted Jungkook to have the full experience, so he holds any questions until the end credits roll in, and he’s facing Jungkook. Jungkook smiles at him.

“Thank you for getting me this, and then watching it with me.”

Taehyung shrugs. “It’s no big deal. I just thought you would enjoy it.”

Jungkook hums, and for a moment there’s comfortable silence, Jungkook munching on the last of his M&Ms before Taehyung breaks it.

“What got you so into the stars?” he asks, and he regrets it once Jungkook tenses, but after a second, he’s back to normal, and he waits patiently for a respond, whether it’s an answer to his question or not.

“Ah, that…” Jungkook trails off, eyes trained on the ceiling rather than Taehyung. “You’ve noticed I only have a mom, right?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“That’s because when I was younger, my dad passed away. I never bothered to ask how, for the sake of my mom, y’know, but she used to tell me that he wasn’t gone, he was just taking a long trip to space. She told me he had to help the aliens in a big war between two planets, and that it would take him a while to come back. It was a big war, after all.”

Jungkook laughs softly at that and all Taehyung can do is give him a close-mouthed smile, encouraging him to continue.

“After she told me, I began to study space. I became fascinated. I wanted to be like my dad and help aliens fight their enemies. It kind of stuck with me over the years, as you can tell.” Jungkook gives a quick once over of his room, and Taehyung sees the fondness in his eyes. He takes a look, as well.

“I invested in clouds, too. That’s why when we met at lunch for the first time, that’s what I was doing. I read online somewhere that if a loved one is gone for a while, they live in the clouds. I figured my dad made a quick stop there before he came back to me.” Though Jungkook looks fond, there’s also sadness, and Taehyung wants to wash it away but he knows he can’t.

“He really is up in the clouds, just… not in the way I thought as a kid. But it’s fine, now. I’m still looking at space even though I know he’s not there.”

This time, Jungkook looks at Taehyung, and Taehyung simply stares at him, completely fascinated with his friend’s passion. He never knew why it was just Jungkook and his mother, but now he understands, and he admires Jungkook for being so content about it. He wasn’t grieving, nor was he bitter. He was… fulfilled.

“You’re a tough kid, Jungkook-ah,” he says, voice soft, and he feels that warm sensation in his stomach when Jungkook smiles cheerfully. “I hope you get to be with the stars, one day. The clouds are overrated – you’re shining too bright for that.”

“Stop being a sap,” Jungkook groans, shoving at Taehyung’s shoulder, and Taehyung realizes he’s in deeper than he thought.

Taehyung likes Jungkook. And he wasn’t mad about it. Not one bit.


It was as Taehyung was leaving for the night that he notices the calendar on Jungkook’s wall. He wouldn’t be so interested in it if it wasn’t for the fact that a date was circled in bright red. It was at the end of this month, so it was creeping up close, and when he squinted to get a better look, he saw ‘METEOR SHOWER’ in big, bold letters. Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice, getting the DVD out of his television, so he pulls out his phone and sets a reminder for that day.

Now that the movie was over with, Taehyung had a new mission:

to take Jungkook to see the meteor shower.



Nothing particularly changes after that, minus the fact that Taehyung comes over more often than not, now. By often, it’s nearly everyday. He walks the boy home and finds himself sprawled lazily across Jungkook’s white sheets while Jungkook works on homework.

It might sound boring to most, but each other’s company is enough for them. Besides, Taehyung gets to watch concentrated Jungkook, and if the rumble in his stomach wasn’t enough proof that he liked being around the younger, then he doesn’t know what is.

Taehyung always finds himself looking at the calendar, the days ticking by sooner than he thought, and there were only a few days until the meteor shower. He’s a little offended Jungkook hasn’t mentioned anything to him, but he pays no mind. He’ll know soon enough.



The day comes, and it’s a Friday. Fridays are usually reserved for parties, minus the time he brought the movie to Jungkook and spent the majority of it staring at him, so he’s not surprised when Jimin asks if Taehyung asks him in the morning when they’re alone.

“Nope,” he tells him, and Jimin immediately starts whining. But Taehyung simply smiles, unaffected. After years of knowing Jimin, he’s grown used to his puppy dog act.

“Why aren’t you coming? You hardly come anymore!” Jimin complains, but his pout turns into a smile at the sight of Yoongi, who slings a lazy arm over his shoulder.

“I have plans tonight.”

“What? With who? Is it that senior guy you mentioned before?”

Taehyung’s lip curls up in a grimace. Ah, that’s right. He forgot to tell Jimin about that.

“Yeah, no, not this time. But I promise to make it to the next party!” Taehyung sees Jungkook and walks ahead of Jimin and Yoongi, but not before waving to the two, who look dumbfounded at the change of attitude.

“He’s acting weird nowadays, don’t you think?” Jimin asks Yoongi, looking up at the man with the small pout back on his lips.

Yoongi kisses it away.

“Completely. But let him figure it out, okay?”

Jimin can’t say no to him.


The day goes by slowly, and the entire day, Taehyung is bouncing his knee under his desk, staring at the clock. However, when lunch rolls by, he’s the first to make it to their lunch spot. Jungkook arrives soon after with Jimin and Yoongi next to him. Jimin is whining about something again while Yoongi is frowning at him, Jungkook’s eyes turned into crescents as he laughs.

Jungkook plops himself next to Taehyung, as usual, and this time, Jungkook is the one to lay his head on his shoulder. Jungkook’s heart races as a blush colors his cheeks, and Taehyung smiles giddily at his two other friends.

“Jungkook, want to join me and Yoongi at a party tonight?” Jimin asks, and Taehyung has the urge to tell him off, that they’ll be busy together, but Jungkook doesn’t know yet. He keeps his mouth shut.

Jungkook answers for him. “I’m actually busy tonight. I’m sorry.”

Jimin eyes them suspiciously. “You’re both busy. Are you hanging out without me knowing? What kind of friendship—”

Jungkook ignores Jimin to turn to Taehyung, eyes wide in question. “You’re going out, too?”

Taehyung hums, fingers fiddling with a piece of grass to avoid looking at the youngest. He knows that if he looks, he’ll want to spill out the surprise.

The youngest lets out a small ‘oh’ before Jimin strikes up a new conversation, completely off topic. Then again, Jimin is the best at that.

When Taehyung looks up, he finds Yoongi staring at him with raised eyebrows, and he defensively raises them back, earning an amused grin.

He thinks about how he’s going to take Jungkook to the top of the hills with no car, but he gets the idea while him and Yoongi have a stare down. Maybe Yoongi will let him borrow his car? It was worth a shot, so when lunch ends and they all stand, he drags Yoongi away for a moment. Jimin is still rambling to Jungkook, so he shouldn’t be too pouty when he realizes he steals his boyfriend from him.

“What’s up?” the eldest asks, and Taehyung gnaws on his lower lip.

“Can I maybe, possibly, please, use your car tonight?”

Yoongi raises a brow. “I’m taking Jimin to that party he wants to go to. You know if I don’t, he’ll pout.”

Taehyung groans, slapping Yoongi on the shoulder. Damn him for being so whipped. “Please! Think about it, Yoongi, if you let me borrow it, you and Jimin will have the night alone at your house. No loud parties, and no drunk Jimin.”

That seems to catch his attention because he purses his lips, staring long and hard at Taehyung before he huffs, shaking his head. “Fine, but only because I want to. Not to help you out.”

“Mhm.” Taehyung grins cheekily, and the conversation only ends when Jungkook is walking away and a pouty (predictable) Jimin comes up, throwing himself over Yoongi. “I’ll get going. Thanks, Yoongi!”

Yoongi grunts and Jimin begins asking questions, grabbing hold of his arm to childishly shake it, and Taehyung leaves before he gets involved.

Now that he has a car, the plan is perfect.

Operation Take Jungkook To See the Meteor Shower is only beginning, and Taehyung can’t stop himself from smiling the rest of the day.



Jungkook is suspicious when Taehyung tells him he can’t walk him home for the day but thinks nothing of it, simply telling him goodbye with that bright smile of his, and Taehyung sets off to find Yoongi.

It isn’t hard to find the old truck, but Taehyung was certainly not ready to see Jimin attacking Yoongi’s lips, being held up by the thighs by Yoongi. He makes a disgusted noise, and they immediately part, Yoongi dropping Jimin down on his feet.

“Taehyung! What do you need? You’re not going with Jungkook?”

Taehyung gives a pointed look to Yoongi. Yoongi shrugs.

“Actually, Jimin, Yoongi is letting me use his car. I know you had that party tonight, but I’m quite desperate and frankly, don’t care.”

Jimin blinks, and for a second, Taehyung expects him to blow up, that all-too-familiar pout on his lips, but instead he smiles. What?

“Okay. More time alone with Yoongi then, right?” He turns to his boyfriend, who beams sweetly at him. Taehyung thinks he got diabetes from looking at it. “That party was going to be a bust anyway. I can’t flirt with anybody because of this guy.” The last part is whispered for Taehyung, but they hear Yoongi’s offended ‘hey!’ behind them.

That’s how Taehyung ends up driving the car back to his place. Sure, he has his license, but that doesn’t mean he drives well so it takes him a moment to adjust. Yoongi threatened to murder him if he fucked up his car, so Taehyung considers it motivation to remain safe.

His backpack is filled with blankets to sit on and keep warm, so he throws it in the seat next to him. By the time he mentally prepared himself, it was growing dark. When he looked up the time it was supposed to be, there was only a couple of more hours until it would begin, so he figures it’s enough time to get Jungkook and settle in on top of the city.

Pulling up to Jungkook’s house causes his nerves to heighten but he pushes through, getting out of the car and knocking on the door. This time, there’s another car in the driveway, and Taehyung’s assumes it’s the boy’s mom.

When the door opens, he’s correct – a middle aged lady greets him with a smile and welcomes him in, calling out to Jungkook.

“Are you Taehyung?” she asks him and he wonders how she knows, but nods his head nonetheless, mustering the biggest smile he can. She calls Jungkook a second time and he finally stumbles out of his room, hair a mess and clothes wrinkled. He looks cute, Taehyung thinks, and he feels his smile grow softer out of fondness.

“Taehyung?” he asks. “What are you doing here?”

“Get ready, sleepyhead. I’m taking you out tonight. It’s a surprise, so don’t bother asking.”

Jungkook’s mom gasps in excitement, shooing her son off to change. “Go, you’re going, hurry up, don’t keep the cute boy waiting!”

“Mom!” he hears Jungkook complain, but he disappears out of sight.

His mom returns, and her smile is so wide, Taehyung fears her face will crack.

“Where are you planning on going, Taehyung? Not that I mind, but I’m curious. I’ve only met one of Jungkook’s friends, and that was a while ago.”

“I’m taking him to see the meteor shower, but he doesn’t know yet.” Taehyung grins when she puts a finger to her lips, imitating a zipper, and he can tell he already likes her.

“I’m so happy he’s going to see them with a friend. I was worried about him going all the way out there in the hills to watch it alone, but I know he’s in safe hands now. Thank you, Taehyung. He talks so brightly about you.”

Taehyung startles. “He talks about me a lot?”

“All the time,” she admits, and he feels his face flush. “I hope you treat him well.”

Taehyung takes a moment to will his heart rate to slow and his cheeks to return to their normal color. He wasn’t expecting such a confession, but he’s glad it was said. It makes him even more excited for tonight.

Jungkook finally comes out and when he sees the two talking so intimately, he blushes. He just hopes his mother didn’t say anything embarrassing, but when Taehyung smiles up at him, his worries are washed away. Taehyung has such a strong affect on him that even Jungkook himself can’t comprehend it. He feels lighter around Taehyung.

He feels invincible.

“You ready?” the older asks, and he nods. Taehyung says goodbye to his mother, and Jungkook follows, giving her a kiss to the cheek before they exit.

“Yoongi let you use his car?” he asks when he sees the truck, and Taehyung smirks.

“He preferred to be alone with Jimin than have some dignity and say no. It was totally easy.”

Jungkook laughs and they pile into the car.

“I didn’t know you could drive.”

“Of course, I can drive! Cars are just too expensive nowadays,” Taehyung grumbles, and then Jungkook tries to ask where they were going, and he tsks. “It’s a surprise, I told you! You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Wait is exactly what Jungkook does, albeit impatiently, but after a good forty five minutes of singing pop songs on the radio and yelling out the window together, he puts the pieces together as they proceed going uphill.

“You’re taking me above the city?” Jungkook questions and from Taehyung’s grin, he assumes it’s a yes. He feels his heart flutter. Did Taehyung know about the meteor shower? Did he know he wanted to see it?

He doesn’t have time for any more questions when they reach the top of the hill, an empty lot used for quick parking for vacant space. He knows by now. He’s been here plenty of times, but he still gets the familiar butterflies every time he comes.

The two get out of the car and Taehyung snatches up his backpack. He rounds to the back of the car, pulling down the tailgate, and it’s then Jungkook understands. He pulls out three blankets. One to lay across the bed of the truck, and the other two for them. It’s rather cold high up like this.

Jungkook feels touched that Taehyung did all of this for him.

Taehyung meets his gaze and stares for a moment, and the two are enraptured in each other for those seconds. Jungkook is the first to break it.

“Thank you for this, Tae,” he whispers, and Taehyung’s expression grows warm.

“You’re welcome. I hope this is okay for you.”

“It is! More than okay!”

“Then get up here.” Taehyung pats the spot on the truck next to him, fuzzy blanket under his butt, and Jungkook complies, huddling close to the oldest for warmth despite the blanket he wraps around himself.

Jungkook stares up at the sky, and he remembers why he loves coming up here. Down in the city, you can’t see the stars very well, but from up here, you can point out every single one of them.

Taehyung gazes at him before asking, “Can you tell me which constellations are which?”

Jungkook lightens up. It’s like a switch goes off and he’s suddenly rambling about star names, finger pointing up at the sky. Taehyung can’t tell what stars he talks about, or what he’s trying to show him, but he listens nonetheless, and finds that he can listen all day. Jungkook intrigues him, makes him feel warm and secure, and under the blank of stars with Jungkook, he feels even more so.

“—and that’s Aquila. You know, its own star, Altair, is its brightest, but it also has a constellation of its own?”


“Yeah! It’s part of the Summer Triangle with Vega and Deneb. There’s a whole story behind it, but I’m sure it can wait.” Jungkook pulls the blanket tighter around himself and Taehyung instinctively moves closer.

“How come?” he asks.

“It’s a rather long story.”

“I don’t mind.”

Jungkook looks at him, and they only just now realize how close their faces are. He can feel Taehyung’s breath mixing with his. They’re silent, both hearts racing, both faces blushing, but it doesn’t last long. Out of the corner of his eye, Taehyung sees a flash of gold in the sky, and he turns.

“Jungkook, look!”

Jungkook spots the falling of stars, streaks trailing behind them for a split second before disappearing. He’s fascinated. He can’t take his eyes away. Jungkook has seen plenty of stars, but never a shower, and it brings a happy feeling in his chest. The meteors fall beautifully.

Taehyung watches for a good moment, just as amazed as Jungkook, mouth falling agape at the meteors. He was never one with love for space, but he knows right here, right now with Jungkook by his side, he’s falling in love.

He turns to see how Jungkook’s reacting, and he swears his heart stops. Jungkook is… gorgeous. He can faintly see the meteors shining bright in Jungkook’s eyes, lighting a bright wildfire, and his breath hitches.

“Jungkook…” he whispers, and Jungkook turns to him. The blinding smile he wears makes him even more stunning, and Taehyung knows now that space isn’t the only thing he’s in love with.

Jungkook is a star himself, and he’s the brightest one there is. And Taehyung has the opportunity to watch him glow right in front of him.

“You’re beautiful.”

He doesn’t regret saying it, even as Jungkook’s smile falls, eyes going wide. “…What?”

“Whenever you talk about the sky, there are actual stars in your eyes, Jungkook. I want to chart them, and learn more about each and every one of them, and I—” Taehyung pauses, and Jungkook is still frozen, but he chances it.

“…Can I kiss you?”

The world seems to stop. Time is still, the stars are suddenly watching his every move, but he doesn’t care.

Jungkook remains still for a few seconds before he breathes out air he was holding in his lungs, head moving frantically in a nod, smiling gracing his features.

“Yes,” he whispers, voice barely audible, but Taehyung hears it loud and clear and he takes it.

When their lips meet, there’s no fireworks. There’s no spark of electricity, or shock through his veins. Instead, there’s a burst of stars behind closed eyes, and he wants more of them, wants to experience every star there is, and so he cradles Jungkook’s face with his hands. Jungkook lets his blanket slip off his shoulders.

It’s nothing like he’s ever felt before. Taehyung’s kissed many people, but none of them have taken him to the moon, to the stars, and beyond. It’s ethereal, and Taehyung thinks all of this might be a dream.

The breathy moan that leaves Jungkook tells him it definitely isn’t.

He doesn’t want to pull away, but the lack of oxygen burns in his lungs and so he does, forehead resting against Jungkook’s as they catch their breath.

Jungkook has one of his shy smiles on, and Taehyung returns it. Their eyes meet, and Jungkook brings a hand up to Taehyung’s face.

“Taehyung,” he begins, and Taehyung nods for him to continue, “I’m in love with you.”

Taehyung can’t get any happier. Jungkook continues.

“You’ve showed me a new world that’s bright and full and I am in love with you, Taehyung.”

Taehyung leans in for another kiss. This time it lasts only for a few seconds, but it gives him enough time to calm himself before he can reply.

“At first, I thought the stars were boring and dull, but you proved that they’re bright and wonderful and they are so beautiful. You are a star, Jungkook.”

The two of them find each other’s lips again, their silhouettes molding together to be one under a bright starry sky.

One last meteor flies above their heads, and the two silently wish for the same thing.


When Taehyung takes Jungkook home, it ends with a kiss. Jungkook standing in his doorway, arms looped around Taehyung’s neck, Taehyung’s hands on his hips, their lips interlocked in a slower, softer kiss. They take their time with this kiss. There’s no sudden confession that exerts passion and fierceness from either of them, and Taehyung wants to cherish every second of Jungkook.

Unfortunately, they need to end it eventually, so Taehyung gives a small tug at Jungkook’s bottom lip with his teeth before they’re pulling away. Jungkook’s face is blushed a beautiful pink and Taehyung wonders if he’s the same.

From the heat in his cheeks despite the chilly night, he takes it as a yes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks, voice light and happy. Jungkook nods, leaning in to give Taehyung one last chaste kiss.

“I’ll be here,” he agrees and Taehyung smiles. He feels disappointed that he has to leave, but he knows he’ll be with Jungkook soon, so he pulls back so Jungkook can unlock his front door. When it’s open and Jungkook steps inside, that’s when Taehyung begins to walk back to Yoongi’s truck, only turning to wave at the younger boy who gives him a bright smile in return.

Taehyung climbs into the car and takes a second to sit there, head processing everything that went down. Taehyung kissed Jungkook. Jungkook kissed him back. Jungkook told him he was in love with him. Taehyung said it back.

He smiles so wide he’s scared he might just break.



Needless to say, neither of them sleep that night, heads too wrapped around each other’s lips moving against theirs. While Jungkook stares up at the bright stars on his ceiling, he can’t stop thinking about Taehyung, and how he, too, was a star. Burning with a bright fire that could never burn out.



The next day comes along and Taehyung, unfortunately, needs to return Yoongi’s car to him. Jimin stayed the night, as Taehyung expected, and bombards him with questions of where he went and who he was with. The smile on his face gives it away and Jimin is squealing in Yoongi’s living room, swinging pillows around in disbelief.

“Please don’t break anything, I have no money,” Yoongi begs Jimin from his spot on the couch. He gets a pillow to the face.

“I knew it! You had to have been with Jungkook. You never decline an invite to a party!”

Taehyung flushes in embarrassment, whining for Yoongi to tell his boyfriend to stop. Yoongi smiles fondly while Jimin grows flustered.

“Anyway,” Jimin says, huffing as he sits next to Yoongi on the couch, “what did you guys do?”

Taehyung’s grin returns and Jimin stares at him, trying to depict what it could mean.

“…Did you fuck?”

“Jimin!” Yoongi nudges the boy in the side and Jimin pouts at him. Taehyung chokes on a gasp of air.

“No! I wouldn’t do that to him!” Taehyung defends, grabbing his own pillow to hit Jimin with. He easily dodges it. “But… we did kiss. Like, a lot.”

Jimin hollers, getting up to tackle his younger friend in a hug, and Taehyung nearly loses his balance from the force. He silently stares at Yoongi for help but knows it won’t do him any good. Yoongi is a very, very whipped man.

“It’s about time, Taehyung-ah! I guess you not telling me about your crush makes up for me not telling you about Yoongi over summer, huh?”

“Wait, what?”

They both look at Yoongi and his stare looks deadly. Taehyung feels a shiver run down his spine. Jimin smiles innocently, taking a small strand of Yoongi’s green hair to twist it with a finger.

“Yoongi-hyung… forgive me?”

Yoongi stays silent. He glares at his boyfriend and Taehyung starts heading towards the door, not wanting to be involved in… that.

“I’m leaving,” he calls out and Jimin reaches out for him with his free arm. “I’m meeting with Jungkook. You’ll survive. Yoongi, don’t beat him up too much!” Jimin yelps when Yoongi gives him a thumbs up.

Taehyung is out the door and walking down the cold streets. He’s thankful Jungkook doesn’t live too far from Yoongi (or himself) so it doesn’t take him long to get there. He’s thankful his mom doesn’t appear to be home this time, so he doesn’t hesitate to knock loudly on the door. Once it opens, his heart immediately begins to flutter.

Jungkook is in comfortable clothes but Taehyung still finds him as cute as ever. There’s a strand of hair sticking up, so Taehyung pats it down for him. Jungkook flushes, ushering him in to shut the door and leave the cold air out.

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to greet Jungkook. Instead, he presses his lips to his cheek, hands cradling his face. Jungkook yelps at the sudden coolness on his skin. He pushes him away with a pout, and Taehyung mimics him.

“Your hands are cold,” he whines, and Taehyung removes them for the sake of his bottom lip jutting out. Taehyung realizes he’s becoming like Yoongi – completely whipped. “I’ll make you some hot chocolate, if you want.”

Trust Jungkook to be a sweetheart.

“I’d love some.” Taehyung grins and Jungkook’s avoids his gaze shyly, walking to the kitchen. Where Jungkook goes, Taehyung follows. The kitchen is relatively small but it’s homely, and Taehyung wonders if there will ever be a time where he’ll eat dinner with Jungkook and his mother at the table in the corner.

He sure hopes so.

As he watches Jungkook stir into steaming mugs, he finds the situation entirely domestic. He can’t help but stare fondly, fist under his chin, resting on the kitchen counter. Jungkook doesn’t notice his eyes watching him until he turns around. It startles him so much that he nearly drops the mugs, but Taehyung quickly snatches them up, Jungkook giving him a grateful smile.

The two shift to his bedroom, Taehyung’s heart warming when he sees the familiar room. After last night, he gained a new fondness for space. It’s all thanks to Jungkook. Taehyung wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jungkook sits his mug on his desk while Taehyung continues to take cautious sips from his, standing in the doorway. Despite the air being comfortable and light, he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to ruin it.

“Aren’t you going to sit?” Jungkook finally asks him from his spot against his bed’s headboard and Taehyung breathes out a puff of relief, laying his mug next to Jungkook’s. It’s only now he notices white planets across the black acrylic. He finds it cute.

He can’t imagine how proud Jungkook’s mom must be to have such a passionate son.

He situates himself next to Jungkook and he’s surprised when the younger boy scoots toward him, warmth of each other’s bodies radiating on the other with how close they were. Jungkook wears a shy smile but refuses to look at him. Instead, the TV is turned on, just like last time, and he’s flipping through channels.

It isn’t until he passes the news channel that Jungkook pauses, scrolling back to see a story about last night’s meteor shower. His face instantly heats up and he quickly clicks off the TV. The two now sit in silence. Taehyung’s face is one of surprise at the small outburst while Jungkook’s is flushed in embarrassment.

“Hey, Taehyung…” Jungkook trails off, and Taehyung hums. He glances over at the younger, who fiddles with his thumbs and gnaws on his lip. He feels himself smile. “I never got to truly thank you last night. It meant more than words can say. It was the happiest moment I’ve had in a long time.”

Jungkook finally looks up at him and Taehyung can see the stars sparkling in his eyes. This time, they weren’t simple reflections of the night sky – they were sparkles of pure happiness. Taehyung caused that. He makes Jungkook so happy that his eyes formed their very own constellations with stories behind them. Their stories.

Jungkook continues, “I had a friend, before you. His name was Jinyoung and he was the only good thing in my life at the time. He didn’t really find space all that interesting, so I could never tell him what was on my mind. He was a difficult person to talk with.” Taehyung frowns but lets the boy talk. Jungkook finds himself leaning his head on his shoulder. “He had to move and for those few months, I was really… lost. Besides Jinyoung, I didn’t have any friends. I was too scared.”

Taehyung wants to hold him, tell him he’s got him now, as well as Jimin and Yoongi, and that they weren’t going anywhere, but it wasn’t the right time just yet. Jungkook wasn’t finished and Taehyung wasn’t going to be the one to stop him. Jungkook was finally opening up to him, and Taehyung was eternally thankful.

“I’ve never been the happiest kid. I never smiled, or laughed, and god forbid if I said more than a couple of words.” Taehyung can’t imagine a world where Jungkook was so closed off. He doesn’t want to, either. “But then you, and Jimin, and Yoongi all came along out of the blue one day and you changed my life. You changed it entirely, Taehyung.”

Jungkook picks his head up to gaze at Taehyung. He looks so enamored that Taehyung’s stomach fills with a war of butterflies and flutters. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have a boy like Jungkook. Jungkook fills the empty void in his chest he’s had for as long as he can remember.

He feels whole again.

“Never in my life would I have thought somebody would go out of their way to take me to see a meteor shower, or the stars. My mom loves you, Taehyung. You made her son happy again. It’s been too long since that feeling, and I love it. I love you.”

Taehyung feels his eyes well up with prideful tears. His heart swells and he decides now is a good time to hold Jungkook.

He takes both of the boy’s hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and pressing a kiss to each of them. He takes his time, savoring the kiss for a few seconds, before he lets their hands drop together. His grip remains strong as he interlaces their fingers together.

They fit together perfectly. It was like the last piece of  Taehyung’s puzzle was found after so long of searching for it.

“You’ve done the same for me, Jungkook-ah,” he says warmly. “I would sleep around in hopes of feeling happiness again, but you came along and introduced me to the truth. You’ve made me feel youthful. I feel like I’m in the stars when I’m with you.”

Jungkook smiles at his reference.

Taehyung smiles back.

“Why are we such saps?” the younger whispers and Taehyung shakes his head with a laugh. Neither of them notice their heads leaning closer, but when they do, they can’t bring themselves to mind. Their lips simply connect in a searing kiss, and Jungkook finds himself in Taehyung’s lap. Despite him straddling the older boy, the kiss is innocent and sweet.

They don’t know how long they stay there, but they only break apart when they hear a flustered squeal. When they look up, startled, Jungkook’s mom is standing there, hands over her eyes.

“I didn’t see anything!” she shouts and Jungkook scrambles to get off of Taehyung. He strides over to his mom, tugging her hands from her face, and he’s stuttering out a bunch of apologies. Taehyung stands to join them, hands clasped together awkwardly.

“I don’t mind, I don’t mind! Just… give me a heads up next time. Please…” She looks like she saw a ghost and Taehyung feels terrible.

“I’m really sorry our second time of meeting each other had to be like this,” the older boy apologizes quietly, and Jungkook’s mom lets out a ‘pft’ with a wave of her hand.

“I really don’t mind if it’s you, Taehyung, just don’t startle me! I didn’t know you were here!”

Jungkook smiles sheepishly from besides his mother, giving Taehyung an innocent look, and internally, Taehyung slaps himself.

How embarrassing.

“Taehyung, are you staying for dinner?”

He perks up at the question but beams and shakes his head.

“Sure! I would love to.”

“It’s about time I get to meet you properly. Dumbo over here is all talk, but no action, so he’s always afraid of me meeting you.” She ruffles Jungkook’s hair and he whines, pushing her hand away, but Taehyung finds the interaction warm.

He stays silent as he looks on, fearing of interrupting an intimate moment, but Jungkook catches his gaze and grins at him, teeth on full display.

Taehyung thinks he can get used to this.



Dinner with Jungkook’s mom goes amazing. She tells endless (embarrassing) stories of Jungkook that Taehyung bursts into giggles to while Jungkook pouts beside him, hiding his face in the table.

It’s a feeling Taehyung isn’t used to. He’s used to take out meals and an empty house if his grandmother isn’t around. He spends his days alone without Jimin or Yoongi, and Taehyung realizes just how much he longs to have a normal family like Jungkook.

So carefree and happy. So youthful and exciting.

When it’s time to leave, he becomes filled with dread.

He stands by the doorway as Jungkook goes to fetch him an umbrella. He doesn’t know when it started to snow, but he lost track of time with how much he was enjoying himself.

Jungkook’s mother is next to him, a happy curl to her lips. Taehyung is happy he’s made such an impression on her.

“I’m really happy you stayed, Taehyung!” she says, tugging the boy down into a tight embrace.

“I am too,” he replies quietly, allowing himself to relish in the feeling of motherly love she was providing.

They pull back and after she’s checked if the coast is clear, she speaks again, “Thank you for treating Jungkook so well. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him so happy and carefree. It’s all thanks to you.”

“It’s nothing,” he assures, but pauses when she frowns at him. “I love Jungkook, ma’am. I’d do anything for him.” He sees her eyes gloss over with a layer of fresh tears and he gives her a soft smile. “I mean it.”

Jungkook chooses that time to return, black umbrella in his hand, and he raises his eyebrows when his mother begins to wipe at her face.

‘Well, it was nice having you over, Taehyung! Jungkook, walk him out, yeah?” She gives Jungkook a kiss on the cheek before shuffling out of sight.

Jungkook simply shrugs and opens the door for Taehyung. They’re both hit with the cold air and Taehyung visibly shivers. His nimble fingers open the umbrella and he’s about to tell Jungkook his goodbyes when he pulls out cloth. Specifically, gloves.

Taehyung stares at them, confused.

“I noticed you weren’t wearing any gloves when you got here. I didn’t want you to be too cold, so try them on. I want to see.” Jungkook holds out the gloves and Taehyung finds them cute. They’re baby blue with small clouds on each fingertip.

He happily takes them and pulls them on, wiggling his fingers around to get them comfortable. He thinks they look rather childish, but Jungkook’s smile makes him cherish them with his whole life.

“Thank you, Jungkook. They’re really cute.”

Jungkook only beams wider.

“You can keep them. I have others, anyway.”

Taehyung thanks him a second time and he can’t seem to take his eyes off of them.

Jungkook thought of him when he saw these. Jungkook wants him to have them. Taehyung’s heart jumps.

Taehyung holds the umbrella over both of their heads as not to bump them, and he kisses Jungkook a second time that night. This time, when a hand cradles his face, it’s not cold against Jungkook’s skin. Instead, it’s warm and inviting, and he gives Jungkook’s cheek one last brush before he’s setting off down the driveway, returning to his home.

For the first time, he goes home with a happy heart.


“Go on a date with me.”

Jungkook looks up from his notebook where he was carelessly scribbling drawings besides his notes to the boy sitting backwards in the seat in front of him. Immediately, his face flushes when the two get stares from students who overhear, but Taehyung doesn’t mind, simply staring at the boy with raised eyebrows as he waits for an answer.

“Tae, you can’t just ask something like that so loudly!” Jungkook pouts and Taehyung is ready to lean in and kiss it away before Jungkook pushes a hand against his face. Now Taehyung is the one with a pout as he’s denied. He leans back anyway.

“Why not?” he asks with a tilt to his head and Jungkook gives him a mocking look.

“What if people hear?”

“I don’t care.” It’s Taehyung’s first and immediate response, and the speed of it causes Jungkook to hide his face in his hands. He’s embarrassed, but Taehyung finds it endearing. “Let them hear. Go on a date with me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook peeks an eye through one of his hands to look at him. “Haven’t we already done that before, though?”

“Technically, it wasn’t an official date, but since we made out—” “Taehyung!” “—it’s considered one. Usually, when you go on one date, you go on a second, and then a third if your date is really that interesting. I am incredibly interesting, which is exactly why you need to go on another date with me.”

Jungkook stares at him with eyes blown wide, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he was convinced. He sighs and shakes his head, offering Taehyung a smile.

“Alright. A second date it is. Just… no public touching, okay? People like to stare—”

“No promises,” Taehyung cuts him off with, before throwing a wink and returning to his original seat. Jimin is there waiting for him, but he was too busy smiling at his phone to notice his absence anyway.



The week passes without any date, and Taehyung realizes he forgot to come up with a day and time. It’s already Friday and he’s pacing his room frantically to think of a plan. The park seems too cliché, coffee is only in the books, and anything else he considers just isn’t good enough.

He’s through his twenty-seventh idea when his doorbell is ringing. He instinctively perks up. He doesn’t get visitors often, his grandma preferring a quiet house, so he expects it to be Jimin when he opens the door. Instead, he gets something even better.

Jungkook stands there nervously fidgeting, fingers wringing together, body swaying on the heels of his feet, and Taehyung’s eyes zone in on the teeth beating up his bottom lip.

“Jungkook?” he asks in disbelief.

“Hi,” he replies quietly, awkwardly, and Taehyung just wants to squish his cheeks.

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “How did you know which house I lived in?”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush a pretty pink color and he grumbles under his breath. Taehyung asks him to repeat himself. Jungkook huffs.

“I asked Jimin. I told him I wanted to take you on a surprise second date, since you forgot to plan it.” The boy looks shy when he says it. Taehyung’s heart speeds up a little bit. Just a little.

He reaches out to pinch Jungkook’s cheek, who scowls and bats a hand away, but the smile growing on his lips shows he doesn’t truly mind the gesture.

“I was in here freaking out trying to figure out what I was going to do, so thank you. Always thinking ahead of me, aren’t you, Kook?” he teases and Jungkook mumbles a ‘yeah, yeah’ before he’s invited in.

Jungkook notices the emptiness.

“Do you live alone?” he asks curiously, eyes shifting over the numerous pictures hung up on the wall. Some show a little boy and a young woman, while others show more recently with a much older woman with greying hair and a gritty smile.

Taehyung clears his throat, moving away from the living space and instead up a small flight of stairs, gesturing for Jungkook to follow.

“No, I don’t, I’m just here alone a lot.”

“Oh, so like me? Does your mom work too?” Taehyung knows it’s an innocent question, and that the boy means well, but he can’t help but feel the bitter feeling that rises in him at the mention.

“I live with my grandma. She’s always out so I only see her small portions of the day.”


Taehyung peeks behind him in time to see the guilty look on Jungkook’s face and he frowns. He stops mid-walk, and Jungkook bumps into his back clumsily. He apologizes while rubbing his nose that hit Taehyung’s shoulder, and Taehyung’s sour mood instantly eases.

He turns to boy and smiles warmly at him. His heart melts at the bright one he gets in return.

The two stare at each other for a few seconds in comfortable silence. This time, it’s Jungkook who initiates the kiss, fists curling into Taehyung’s sweater to pull him close. Taehyung’s hands find their way into Jungkook’s hair.

The moment doesn’t last as long as last time, unfortunately for Taehyung, but when he pulls back and sees Jungkook’s flustered state – rosy cheeks and glistening lips – he feels just as content.

“So,” he begins, fixing Jungkook’s hair with a quick pat-down, “about that date…”



“You brought me to an ice rink?”

Is the first thing Taehyung says when he sees the large block of ice with dozens of people twirling around. He should’ve expected this, what with how Jungkook made him bundle up for the cold, but it didn’t even cross his mind.

He’s genuinely surprised, and genuinely impressed. One point for Jungkook.

Jungkook nods, half of his face hidden in a red scarf. Taehyung thinks he looks like a muffin. “I know it doesn’t top what you did for me, but I thought it might be fun. And romantic, considering I have no idea how to ice skate.”

Taehyung internally coos.

“Well, you’re in luck, because I’m equally as shitty at ice skating.”

The pure adoration in Jungkook’s smile erupts a fire in Taehyung’s cheeks, and it really shouldn’t – the ice rink was even colder than the air outside, so he didn’t think it was physically possible to feel any warmth. But, Jungkook does things to him.

The two set off to get their skates, Taehyung paying despite Jungkook’s protests and aggressive arm tugs, and pulls him to a seat to put the horrid things on.

“This was a mistake,” Jungkook grumbles moments later when he’s desperately trying to stand with the skates on, arms flailing clumsily every time he loses his balance. Taehyung is watching him with amusement but knows when he stands up, he’ll be just like him.

Jungkook somehow makes it to the rink, and he waits patiently for Taehyung to follow him. As for Taehyung, he’s terrified to stand, but does so anyway, slowly making his way to Jungkook, who grabs his arm for security when he’s close enough.

The two share a smile and begin their journey on the ice. Needless to say, it’s a mess full of flying limbs and lots of hand holding. Taehyung’s hands are clad in the blue gloves Jungkook gave him, and they’re holding both of Jungkook’s as they guide each other.

Balance doesn’t seem to exist on this date, because the other is falling every few seconds, and they simply laugh it off and try again.

The date goes by quickly, quicker than what they wanted, but they know it eventually had to end. Taehyung knows they’ll be bruised and battered for the next day to come, but he can’t find it in himself to care. If it means spending time with Jungkook and seeing him smile and laugh, it was most definitely worth it.



After their second date, there were plenty more that came. For their third, they went out for ice cream (“Taehyung, it’s snowing.” “Has that ever stopped you from wanting ice cream?” Many times, actually.”), then the fourth was the aquarium, and so on and so forth. No matter where they went, it was filled with many giggles and hand holding (mostly on Taehyung’s part, but Jungkook didn’t mind. Instead, he would grip his hand harder and pretend it was an accident).

Time passed before both of them knew it and prom was coming close. Taehyung was plotting on how to ask him, but frankly, he was shit at plans. In his previous years, he never attended any dances, considering them stupid and awkward (especially if the punch wasn’t spiked). However, now that he had a boyfriend, he couldn’t just not go. He wasn’t the greatest at romantic gestures such as asking somebody out, preferring to be blunt and straightforward, but he could surely try.

The problem was that prom was close, creeping around the corner with a ‘surprise, bitch! Let’s make sure you forget to ask your boyfriend to prom with two weeks left!’

It was on a Friday, however, that Taehyung didn’t need to plan any further.

As he walks into school, it feels like everybody’s eyes are on him – and they are, he notices, as he looks around with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. He instinctively wipes at his face in case he has any crumbs on it but feels nothing. He can’t find a reason why they’re staring, but his questions may just be answered when he sees small colored papers on the floor that turn around the corner. He halts, eyes trained on the papers when he notices what they are – stars.

Instantly, he understands, and he internally curses Jungkook for beating him to it.

He slowly walks around the corner to see where they lead to next, and Jungkook is standing at the end of the hallway, looking nerve-wracked and shy, hands fidgeting as he holds a poster that has a simple ‘prom?’ with planets and constellations decorating it.

Taehyung can tell Jungkook made quite the effort to set this up. There are even pictures of planets on the lockers all down the hallway, and he feels like his heart is about to combust.

Jungkook finally looks up and notices him, and his face lights up with a shaky smile. Taehyung walks faster at the sight. It’s only then he notices Jimin and Yoongi standing behind Jungkook, most likely for moral support and a long recording of the sappy moment, courtesy of Jimin.

Taehyung can practically feel the camera, as well as the curious stares of other students in the hallway, but he doesn’t care, not one bit. He reaches Jungkook and doesn’t say anything. He simply grabs his face, kissing the living hell out of him. Jungkook makes a surprised noise and drops the poster so he can grip at Taehyung’s shirt.

The moment feels perfect. It’s electrifying. The stars in Jungkook’s eyes are shining brightly for him.

“You asshole,” he mutters against Jungkook, eyes hidden behind how wide his smile is. “You beat me to it. I’ve spent hours trying to figure out how to ask you.”

“Well, aren’t you glad you’re a little late?” Jungkook teases, and Taehyung nods frantically, not afraid to admit it.

Taehyung is about to kiss Jungkook again when he feels a weight around the two of them. Judging from the high-pitched shriek in his ear, he can easily assume that it’s Jimin.

“Why couldn’t you be this romantic, Yoongi? Take notes from Jungkook, this was the most cliché thing I’ve ever seen!” Jimin wails, his arms tightening around the two younger boys. Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh and forces himself out of Jimin’s aggressive hold. Jimin doesn’t think anything of it, instead hugging Taehyung by himself.

Taehyung returns the hug with a light heart, and the three laugh at Yoongi’s embarrassed grumbling.

When they pull away, Jimin looks so genuinely happy for them that it makes his heart ache. He realizes just how much he’s been neglecting him and reminds himself to ask Jimin to hang out after school. They desperately need to catch up.

Taehyung feels himself pout.

“What’s the pout for, Taehyung-ah? Shouldn’t you have heart eyes right now?” Jimin teases, punching his arm, but it causes Taehyung to pout deeper. Jimin gives him a look that stays between them.

The four of them continue teasing each other, minus Yoongi who throws a snarky remark or two and that’s the end of it.

The day moves by quickly with how jittery and buoyant he’s been, and he grows even more so when he spots Jimin walking with Yoongi. Jungkook is besides them, and when he sees Taehyung, he quite literally lights up.

“Jimin!” he calls out, and Jimin perks up, but when he notices it’s Taehyung, he runs ahead to crush him in a hug. “You’re coming home with me today?”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi overhears, raising an eyebrow, and Taehyung glares playfully. Jungkook looks just as confused.

“I’m taking your boyfriend home. You’ve been hogging him.”

“Yoongi’s been hogging? Tell that to your boyfriend!” Jimin complains, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook, whose eyes widen innocently. Taehyung would coo if their friends weren’t around.

“Fine. You guys hang out, but that means I’ll take Jungkook home. Can’t have him walking alone, can we?” Yoongi ruffles Jungkook’s hair and he lets out a childish whine, fixing the strands that began poking up.

Taehyung gives Yoongi a thankful smile.


That’s how Jimin ends up in Taehyung’s room, sprawled across his bed. Taehyung feels guilty that it’s been so long, but he doesn’t want it to ruin their time together. Instead, he resorts to asking him about him and Yoongi.

“Oh, Tae, it was so cute! He set up the shop with decorations and made a flower out of ice cream – I didn’t even know that was possible but he’s just talented like that, and—it was just really amazing, Tae. He’s not one for big gestures, so it meant a lot.”

The happy smile Jimin wears makes Taehyung feel slightly better, and he’s proud of Yoongi for being so open to make Jimin this way. The idea doesn’t sound like Yoongi at all, but then again, Yoongi is Whipped with a capital W.

“I’m really happy for you, Jimin. I know I was skeptical at first, but I really love Yoongi. You deserve to be treated so kindly.”

“Oh, stop, you’re going to make me cry,” Jimin teases, but his eyes are a bit glossed over. It makes Taehyung grin. They go silent for a moment, and it’s comfortable, but Taehyung feels like he should be honest before he explodes. He takes a deep breath and lays his head in Jimin’s lap, just so he doesn’t have to look at him.

Jimin immediately starts playing with his hair, and Taehyung realizes just how much he misses him.

“I’m sorry we haven’t hung out,” he whispers, voice soft as if he was scared to speak. Jimin hand pauses for only a moment before proceeding.

“It’s okay, Taehyung-ah. I’m not mad. I understand.”

Taehyung feels his own eyes well with tears and he buries his face in Jimin’s thigh to hide it. But Jimin knows.

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s really okay. I’m happy you’ve been spending time with Jungkook. Yoongi has kept me company. H may not act like it, but he’s clingy. He misses being around me for even two seconds.” It’s an attempt to lighten the atmosphere and thankfully it does, because the two of them laugh hysterically as they share stories about their boyfriends.

It feels like nothing even went wrong in the first place.  They’re joking like always, clinging to one another as they share what’s been happening.

“Y’know, Taehyung-ah…” Jimin trails off shyly, and Taehyung raises an eyebrow. What could possibly make him flustered like this? “Yoongi and I… y’know, ‘did it’ a while ago.”

Taehyung immediately sits up. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he gasps shaking the boy by his shoulders. Jimin giggles, shoving his friend off of him.

“He didn’t want you to know yet. He would be embarrassed if you knew, you know how he is. I didn’t mind keeping it a secret.” Jimin’s smile is blinding. Taehyung can’t believe his ears.

“When did this happen?”

“When you took Jungkook out to see the shower.”

“That was a couple of months ago!” he shouts, voice bouncing off the walls. Jimin acts sheepish, finding the pillow in his lap extremely interesting. “I can’t believe you, not even telling me.” Taehyung isn’t mad, but he wishes it didn’t take so long for Jimin to tell him. They’re best friends, so it was bound to sting a little.

“We haven’t done anything after that time, but I think prom will be different. His house will be empty that night and it’s a shot I should take, right?”

“Hell yeah, you should take it! I’d be mad if you didn’t.” Jimin laughs at that, shoving at his friend’s shoulder.

“What about you, Taehyung-ah? Have you guys done anything?” Jimin asks and Taehyung freezes. He thinks about sweet Jungkook, the Jungkook who’s in love with stars and hand holding, and he doesn’t see him and Jungkook doing… that. However, Taehyung does anyway.

He thinks about Jungkook flushed red underneath him, whining and begging, and Taehyung has to physically pinch himself to come back to reality.

“No, not yet.”

“You should do it after prom.”

“Prom?” he repeats, thinking about the dance in just a couple of weeks. The more he thinks about, the better idea sounds. But, he doesn’t want to force Jungkook to do anything.

“I can already tell what you’re thinking about, Tae, and it’s dumb. I’m ninety-nine percent sure he wants to do it as much as you. Just go for it, and if he truly isn’t ready, you just say okay and spend the rest of your night how you usually do.” Jimin attempts to reassure him, and it works, but Taehyung still feels the heaviness on his shoulders. He doesn’t want to hurt Jungkook, but he really wouldn’t mind trying with him.

“Maybe I’ll try,” he mutters, more to himself, but Jimin hears anyway, giving him a smile and a thumbs up.



Two weeks pass of preparation, and Taehyung is nervous. He’s dressed in his suit, and he keeps tugging at the sleeves out of pure nerves.

“You look fine, stop stretching out your suit.” Taehyung turns to see his grandmother standing behind him. She wears a proud smile, and he smiles back, pulling her into a hug. He’s a whole head taller, so he has to bend down, but tightens his hold around her anyway. She pats his back.

“You’ll have fun, so don’t stress over it, boy. Will you be coming back home tonight?” she asks, and he shakes his head. Jungkook was sad that his mother had the night shift, so he promised to be over earlier than planned so she could take all the pictures she wanted.

His grandmother takes some pictures of him as well. He whines the entire time but poses anyway, flashing her a grin. It doesn’t take long, what with his grandmother cursing at the advancements in technology and him giggling at her, so he leaves rather soon.

She gives him a kiss on the cheek and proceeds back into her room so he can finish getting ready, and he chooses that moment to open the drawer of his desk. He stares at the packets and small bottle awkwardly, debating on whether he should wing it and take them, or if he’s getting his hopes up.

He remembers Jimin’s words and shoves the bottle and a few packets in his inner blazer pocket, as well as grabbing the bracelet. A corsage seemed too cliché, so instead, he ordered a planet bracelet as a gift for the boy. It may not be the ideal prom ‘corsage’ but he knows Jungkook will appreciate it nonetheless.

The bracelet has each planet, a small bead representing them all, and they’re aligned in their order. He smiles to himself before putting that in his pocket, too.

He calls out a goodbye to his grandma before he leaves. The walk is the same as always, only a few minutes before he sees it, and despite his nerves wracking through his body, he’s excited as well. His first dance, and it’s with Jungkook. A double win, if you ask him.

When he gets to Jungkook’s house, his mother answers with a wide smile. A camera is around her neck, and he internally groans at the thought of more pictures. Jungkook is behind her, but judging from the look on his face, he feels the same way.

“Taehyung! I was hoping you would be by soon, come in!” The woman practically drags the boy inside the house, and he immediately smiles when Jungkook looks up at him. Jungkook smiles back just as bright.

Seeing Jungkook in a suit makes Taehyung’s heart race. He looks so classy and handsome compared to his usual look of innocence and purity. Taehyung makes a grab at his hand, holding it close to his chest as he snatches Jungkook’s lips in a quick kiss. He ignores the shutters from the camera behind them, instead pulling back to offer him another smile.

“You look nice,” Jungkook mutters shyly, cheeks flushed a beautiful pink, and Taehyung presses a kiss to his forehead this time. More shutters go off. Jungkook gives a pointed look in its direction.

Taehyung takes a moment to observe the younger. He’s wearing a suit, of course, that’s a simple black, but his hair is styled for the event. It’s parted to the left, gel making sure it stays in place, and he notices a little curl to it. He finds it adorable.

“You look like a rich man ready to steal my wife. Quite classy, don’t you think?” he teases the boy and Jungkook playfully smacks him on the shoulder. He turns to grab at something on the table in the kitchen, and when he shows Taehyung, he sees it’s a small white flower rather than a full blown corsage.

Taehyung melts.

“I wasn’t sure what I should get, but I thought a flower would make you look pretty, so… here.”

Taehyung notices that there’s no band around it and is pleased to find that Jungkook wanted it to go in his breast pocket. Jungkook’s fingers carefully place it in the pocket, making sure it won’t fall out once he moves, and Jungkook grins up at him. Taehyung thinks he looks beautiful, but he waits to tell him when they’re alone.

He figures it’s time to show Jungkook his own gift, so he pulls out the bracelet, holding it up for the boy to see. Jungkook’s eyes instantly go wide at the sight of it, hand coming out to take it, but he seems hesitant, almost scared that it’s fragile and will break by just his touch.

“You… got something for me?” he asks quietly, almost in disbelief at the thoughtful gift, and Taehyung simply nods, and Jungkook finally takes it. He holds it close to his face to take in each of the little beads and his lip starts to quiver when he realizes what they are.

His fingertip gently caresses Saturn, a small yellow bead with a silver ring wrapped around it.

Taehyung doesn’t expect to be crushed in a hug from the boy, but he gladly accepts it, arms engulfing the boy in the embrace. Jungkook’s face is pressed in his chest to hide the build of overwhelmed tears, but Taehyung doesn’t mind. He’ll hold him as long as he needs.

When the moment is over and Jungkook’s mom, who’s teary-eyed as well (though she denies it), asks for a few formal pictures and then she’ll leave them be.

They do classic poses, ones that the two both cringe at but do it to make his mom happy, and soon enough, they’re finally on their way, Jungkook’s mom insisting on driving them before she has to leave for her shift.

The car ride is filled with laughter and radio blasting as Taehyung watches fondly in the back seat.

When they arrive at the school, it’s filled with students getting out of cars and walking around, catching up with fellow classmates and friends. Taehyung gets out before Jungkook, just to open the door for him, and Jungkook rolls his eyes at him, but the smile on his face is one that’s grateful. Before Jungkook can leave, however, his mom calls his name, and he peeks through the window. She’s holding out a key, which he takes in confusion.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you a ride home, but I trust Taehyung to take care of you. I won’t be home until tomorrow evening, I have a few things to do after my shift, so here’s the key home, okay? And Taehyung?”

At the mention of his name, Taehyung peers in as well. She smiles warmly at him. “Get Jungkook home safe. I’m putting him in your hands.”

Taehyung reassures her with a smile and a nod. “There’s no need to worry. I’ll make sure he’s home and in bed unharmed.”

After all is said and done, the two head in hand in hand. Both of them are a bit clammy and nervous, but who can blame them?

After the tickets are handled, they head into the gym where music is blasting, and lights are flashing. The entire set up is decorated and it’s packed to the brim with people dancing and chatting.

“Jimin said they’re already here, but didn’t say where. Should I ask--?”

“Jungkook!” a voice shouts from behind them, and neither of them have to turn around to know who it is.

Jimin traps the two in a hug, and Taehyung squeezes the life out of his best friend. It’s only when he pulls back he sees the fiery color on his head.

“No fucking way, you dyed your hair red?” Taehyung asks, mouth agape as he play with the red strands. Jimin smacks his hand away.

“Yes! It was going to be a surprise when we saw you guys here! Yoongi said it would be a cool color, so he dyed it for me. It looks hot, doesn’t it?” Jimin beams at the boy next to him. Yoongi simply chuckles under his breath at the compliment, arm wrapping around his boyfriend’s waist and pulling him close.

“It looks awesome!” Jungkook is in awe of the transformation and Jimin coos, thanking him.

Yoongi whispers something in Jimin’s ear and he giggles, waving to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“We’re going to go dance for a bit, we’ll see you guys later!”

The interaction is quick, but Taehyung feels nothing but elated for Jimin as he drags Yoongi off with boisterous laughter. His smile grows impossibly wide as he looks at Jungkook. The boy’s gaze is soft as he watches their friends leave, and Taehyung’s stomach soars with butterflies.

“Jungkook,” he whispers close to his ear, and the boy hums in response. “Do you want to dance?”

Jungkook’s face lights up.

“I thought you’d never ask.”



The night ends perfectly. The two dance their hearts out, both with each other and with their two other friends. Taehyung doesn’t think he’s seen Yoongi so carefree before, his smile blinding as he sways with Jimin, laughter so bright and happy that everybody can’t help but feel the same way.

Their stomachs are full of butterflies and punch (which was most likely spiked but the night was one of not giving any fucks, so they drank until they felt they would burst) as they walk to Yoongi’s car. Thankfully, the older boy offered them a ride, so they were all singing and laughing to music on full blast, Jungkook and Taehyung in the bed of the truck just like the first time.

Taehyung was singing a (terrible) love song that was playing, courtesy of Jimin, and Jungkook was laughing hysterically, eyes hidden in beautiful shining crescents.

It stayed this way the entire ride until Jungkook and Taehyung were forced to climb out. Jimin, however, stepped out of the car and asked to speak to Taehyung alone. Jungkook simply smiled and hugged him goodbye, as well as waving to Yoongi, before he treaded to his front door to unlock it.

“What did you need to talk about?” Taehyung asks Jimin warily, and Jimin eyes him suspiciously.

“Are you planning to spend the night with Jungkook?” he asks, and Taehyung chokes on his own saliva, chest heaving as he regains his breath. Jimin raises an eyebrow.

“What?” He feigns innocence, but Jimin sees right through him.

“Right. Well, I brought you this just in case. I know you’re pretty forgetful and I didn’t want your night ruined, so—” Taehyung stares at the packet Jimin was holding out for him and he can’t help but smile. Trust his best friend to be so worried.

“Thanks, Jimin, but I, ah—I kind of bought some stuff already, so don’t worry. Use that on Yoongi instead, yeah?” he teases, winking at a dumbfounded Jimin before bidding him goodbye.

“You’re a brat, Kim Taehyung!” Jimin yells out and Taehyung laughs cheerfully.

Jungkook is waiting for him at the door and Taehyung guides him inside after Yoongi pulls out with a honk of the horn.

“What did Jimin have to talk to you about?” Jungkook asks curiously and Taehyung shakes his head with a smile.

“Just asking for advice about Yoongi. Don’t worry, it was nothing serious.”

Jungkook smiles, believing him, and the two head to his bedroom. He’s not sure what’s going to happen next, but he tells himself to go with the flow, so he takes a deep breath.

Jungkook begins rummaging through his dresser for clothes while Taehyung sits on the edge of his bed, watching him with a warm feeling in his chest. He can’t help the smile that grows, and it makes Jungkook melt into a pile of putty when he turns around and sees it.

Taehyung looks so lovestruck, Jungkook almost can’t believe it’s with him. His heart feels like thousands of supernovas exploding all at once in his stomach.

The more he thinks about it, Taehyung is a supernova. He came into his life so suddenly, just like an explosion, and introduced him to a beautiful array of colors in the process. Jungkook’s life used to be an endless abyss of darkness where color was considered a myth. But now that he has Taehyung, he sees a life full of purples, and blues, and pinks, and greens.

It’s a beautiful life, Jungkook thinks. And it’s all thanks to Taehyung.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers, and Jungkook’s heart skips a beat. He can gradually feel his hands grow clammier the tighter he holds his clothes.

“Yes?” he replies back, voice sounding too loud in the silent room despite him whispering.

“Come here.” Taehyung sounds so assuring, and Jungkook can’t help but listen. His feet guide him straight to Taehyung, and Taehyung gently takes the clothes out of his hands and sets them aside. Instead, he grabs Jungkook’s hands, touch hesitant at first, but then he tightens his grip with newfound confidence.

Taehyung pulls Jungkook down so the boy is sat in his lap, and Jungkook’s eyes shoot open wide. The position is embarrassing, with his thighs on either side of Taehyung, and he feels his cheeks flush. Taehyung is smiling up at him in an attempt to calm him.

“Jungkook-ah,” he begins softly, pressing a chaste kiss to the younger’s lips, “I love you.”

Though the words have been said once before, it still makes their hearts flutter.

Jungkook smiles right back at him. “I love you, too, Taehyung.”

He doesn’t know how, but Jungkook finds them kissing again, lips moving slowly against one another, but it feels different this time – it feels so much more intimate. Taehyung’s hands are still holding on to his in between their bodies, but he can feel Taehyung trying to brush his fingertips against his skin. So, Jungkook helps him.

He unclasps their hands so he can wrap his arms around Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung feels like he’s on cloud nine, and moves his free hands to Jungkook’s waist. Slowly, cautiously, he begins to push the blazer off Jungkook’s shoulders until it falls to the floor.

Jungkook grows a bit of confidence and begins rolling his hips down on Taehyung’s, who lets out a groan under his breath. He pushes Taehyung’s blazer off as well, tossing it behind him in the pile that’s bound to build up the more they go on.

Nothing more happens after that until Jungkook’s hands slide down from Taehyung’s neck and to his chest, where he pops the first button. After the first comes the second, and then the third, all until his shirt now hangs open.

Before Jungkook takes it off for him, he decides to explore a little bit.

His fingers barely brush over the tan skin of Taehyung’s ribs, but it’s enough to make Taehyung’s breath hitch. This gives him the courage to glide those fingers up to his chest, where he presses his palms flat.

Jungkook can’t see him, but he knows he’s beautiful.

Taehyung decides to return the favor. Nimble fingers work open the shirt and he eagerly takes it off, leaving the boy in nothing but an undershirt. Now that he has the opportunity to feel him, he takes it—fingers sneaking under the shirt, eyes trained on the sliver of pale skin.

Taehyung takes a deep breath.

He pushes his hands completely under Jungkook’s shirt, lifting it up to expose his chest, where he takes his time exploring the boy’s body. He feels Jungkook shiver against him.

Taehyung’s finger brushes over one of Jungkook’s nipple, and the reaction he gets pulls heat into his lower body.

Jungkook’s back arches from the touch, a quiet but audible whine escaping his lips, and Taehyung gazes up at him in surprise. So, he does it again, and this time Jungkook noticeably gets louder.

Taehyung thinks it’s time to rid him of the shirt completely, so he helps pull it over his head. The two bubble with laughter when Jungkook’s arms get tangled, and when it’s finally off and on the floor, Taehyung kisses the boy feverishly.

The more clothes come off, the more the two grow confident with one another. Jungkook ends up on his back, whimpers leaving his mouth as Taehyung plants kisses on every part of his body. Plump lips kiss down his cheek, his jaw, and his neck, where he begins his marking.

Every nip of teeth has Jungkook squirming just a bit more.

Soon enough, his neck and chest are covered in an array of pretty purples, and Taehyung feels pride swell in his chest at the sight of them.

He makes his way down to Jungkook’s boxers, the only cloth the two have left on, and he chances a glance at the boy before he places a small kiss through the material. Jungkook sucks in a gasp for air, hand instinctively coming to grip at Taehyung’s hair, and Taehyung grins up at him.

Jungkook thinks he might die then and there.

“Can I take care of you, baby?” the older boy asks calmly, as if it was the most casual question in the world, and Jungkook holds back the urge to moan. Taehyung hasn’t even done anything yet!

“I-I’ve never done this before,” he whispers, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. Taehyung’s hand rubs at his hip in comfort. “I’m not good at it…”

“I want to take care of you, Jungkook, so you don’t have to be.”

“But I want to take care of you, too.” Jungkook sounds extremely humiliated and he can’t believe he’s actually saying this stuff.

“Watch me, then,” Taehyung tells him, and Jungkook lets out a cute ‘huh?’ “I’ll teach you. You just have to watch me.”

Jungkook finally comprehends what he’s saying and nods frantically. Taehyung gives him one last smile before his tongue is licking a stripe up his cock through the boxers.

Taehyung looks at him, asking for full permission in case Jungkook changed his mind, but Jungkook just shakes his head for him to keep going.

Jungkook lifts his hips to help Taehyung get the boxers off until he’s left completely naked. He wants so desperately to cover himself, but he knows Taehyung will simply uncover him again. So, he deals with the embarrassment.

Taehyung licks another line, from base to the head, where he flicks his tongue and Jungkook holds back a groan.

Jungkook’s never gotten a blowjob before, but he never imagined it to feel this good. Taehyung wraps his lips around the head of his cock, starting off slow for the sake of the boy, before he gradually makes his way down with each bob of his head.

Jungkook’s eyes screw shut and his head falls back, almost crying out in disappointment when Taehyung pulls away.

“I told you to watch me, baby,” Taehyung teases, and waits until Jungkook has his eyes on him before sinking back down. It feels so good, and watching Taehyung take him in more and more makes the heat in his stomach grow.

The feeling is so foreign to him, and Jungkook feels sheepish that he’s already close, but he can’t take his eyes away.

Jungkook was meant to learn from watching, but instead it made him even more turned on than he already was. He can’t concentrate.

Eventually, he has to pull at Taehyung’s hair to get him off, and he easily takes the hint, pulling off with a content grin. His lips are shiny and swollen, and Jungkook’s cheeks flush.

He looks pretty.

Taehyung comes back up to kiss him, and Jungkook falls flat against his back, hands coming up to run through Taehyung’s golden strands. At a particular tug, Taehyung groans into his mouth, and Jungkook feels a hand come to rest on his bare ass.

He’s hit with the sudden realization.

“Wait, Taehyung, I-I don’t have anything so we can do this, I’m sorry—” Taehyung stops him from a nervous ramble with another kiss before he’s climbing off the bed. It takes him a few minutes to find the right pocket in his jacket, but he eventually does, pulling the condom and lube out and holding it up for Jungkook to see.

Jungkook flusters. “Did you plan this?” he squeaks out, and Taehyung laughs.

“No, but I was hoping.”

Jungkook lets out a little ‘oh’ and Taehyung is back on his bed, hovering over him. Jungkook realizes that this won’t be Taehyung’s first time, and that maybe it’s not as important to him as it is Jungkook—

“Stop thinking so much.”


Taehyung shakes his head, one of the corners of his lips quirked up in a half smile. He looks both amused and in adoration. “I want to do this with you, Jungkook, because I love you. You and nobody else. But I need you to be one-hundred percent sure that you want this, too.”

Jungkook thinks about it, and he definitely wants this with Taehyung. He doesn’t want anybody but Taehyung. He wants him to be his first.

“Please,” is all he says, and Taehyung nods. He kisses him once, twice, before moving down in between his legs. He pushes Jungkook’s thighs up to his chest and Jungkook takes the hint, holding himself open for the boy no matter how humiliating it feels. Taehyung wants him, and who’s Jungkook to deny such a thing?

Something cold is pressed to his rim and he gasps but forces himself to relax. Slowly, Taehyung sinks a finger in, and it feels uncomfortable but Jungkook trusts Taehyung.

He trusts Taehyung with his whole life.

Taehyung pulls the finger out, only to push it back in again, and the sensation is completely foreign but not terrible. It takes a few minutes of pumping for him to get used to it, but when he finally does, he shyly asks for another.

Taehyung gladly gives it to him.

He watches every expression Jungkook makes, but there isn’t any one of pain. He just looks uncomfortable, and that’s to be expected.

“You’re doing great, baby,” Taehyung encourages, and Jungkook lets out a breath of air he’s been holding, and when Taehyung crooks his fingers, he feels a spark of pleasure hit him.

Instantly, he moans, and he slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle it. Taehyung crooks his fingers again, and Jungkook holds back any sound with every ounce of him.

Taehyung frowns and pulls his hand away.


“Tae, it’s embarrassing,” Jungkook whines, and Taehyung’s eyes go dark. He shuts up.

“I want to hear every sound you make. Don’t hide them from me.”

Jungkook feels another shot of pleasure and he whimpers, nodding his head to show he understands.

Two fingers eventually turns to three and at this point, it’s more pleasure than discomfort. Jungkook is writhing against his bed, hands clenching and unclenching the sheets as means of support.

Taehyung has been watching his every move, body aching with arousal at the sight of Jungkook, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, neck covered in marks he made, three fingers deep in him.

He feels himself twitch, and he pulls his fingers out of Jungkook. He whimpers, grinding down in search of them, and Taehyung runs a hand along his thigh.

“Why’d you stop?” he asks, voice cracking and Taehyung leans down to kiss him. Jungkook is eager to kiss back.

“You’re prepared enough, baby. Are you sure you want to this?” he questions and Jungkook frowns up at him, as if to ask ‘are you serious?’

Taehyung laughs at him, shaking his head in disbelief at how bratty Jungkook is being. He would never say that out loud, though.

He grabs the condom, tearing the packet open with difficulty, Jungkook kicking him impatiently when he takes too long.

As Jungkook is waiting, he’s staring at the glowing stars on his ceiling, and for some odd reason, he finds it… romantic, almost. They’re about to make love under stars, even if they were plastic and sticking to his ceiling with putty.

It’s the thought that counts.

He feels Taehyung finally, finally press against him, and he slowly breaks through, pushing until he’s completely in. Jungkook stops breathing for a few moments until Taehyung reminds him, and he inhales sharply, then lets out a shaky breath.

The feeling is uncomfortable, and even a little painful like the fingers, but then again, he’s bigger than fingers.

Way bigger.

Taehyung waits patiently for Jungkook, forehead resting against his, their breaths mingling together. The air feels warm and it’s hard to breathe, but they both manage. They don’t care.

Jungkook involuntarily thrusts his hips against Taehyung and Taehyung takes it as a signal to move. He starts slowly at first but picks up his pace when Jungkook lets out moans of pleasure rather than pain.

Taehyung gazes at Jungkook with eyes full of fondness and love, basking in the way he arches his back to every thrust of his hips, and the way he bites his bottom lip as whimpers and moans pour from his mouth.

Jungkook looks like a galaxy in his eyes. He’s so bright and beautiful, full of things that never cease to fascinate him. The marks on his skin are planets made specially from Taehyung.

Taehyung kisses the life out of him as he moves into him, skin slapping against skin, and Jungkook lets out a final cry before coming undone, legs tightening around Taehyung’s waist and nails digging into his back.

Just the sight of him pushes Taehyung over the edge, and he finally collapses on top of Jungkook, both panting and gasping for air. Jungkook is running clammy fingers through his damp hair, and it makes his eyes shut, content with the feeling of being cared for and loved.

He wants the moment to last forever, but he knows he had to clean Jungkook up, so with a few disapproving whines from Jungkook, he finally gets up, condom in one hand, boxers being pulled on in another.

The trip to the bathroom was quick, with him carefully disposing of the condom and gathering a warm, wet cloth, returning to a sleepy Jungkook.

He smiles when he sees the boy overcome with exhaustion, but still musters up a tired smile, just for him.

Taehyung takes his time cleaning Jungkook up, making sure he’s completely comfortable, before he finally lays down with him. He pulls the covers up, wraps the boy in his arms, and gives him a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you,” Jungkook murmurs to him before they sleep, and Taehyung simply pulls him closer, the two falling into a deep sleep in each other’s embrace.



“Is that a hickey I see?” Jimin shouts when Jungkook comes near him during first period. It’s the Monday after prom and Jungkook, unfortunately, couldn’t hide up every mark Taehyung made. While he’s completely embarrassed by them being visible, Taehyung feels nothing but pride.

Jungkook quickly shushes Jimin with a slap on the head while Taehyung throws their friend a wink, feigning innocence with a smile when Jungkook whips his head in his direction.

While Jimin and Jungkook argue over the issue, Taehyung watches in amusement, hand resting under his chin, heart practically swimming in his eyes.

After their night together, the two spent all morning in bed, whispering sweet nothings to one another, sharing warm kisses and bright giggles under the soft glow of Jungkook’s stars. Taehyung has never felt so much love in his life, never knowing such a feeling could exist before he met Jungkook.

Taehyung has learned to love the stars a bit more, charting them in his head every time he’s with Jungkook, or nights where he’s alone. Jungkook has taught him the beauty of the sky, both night and day, and to never take it for granted.

Jungkook has taught him about the stories behind constellations and stars, but one will always stick with him.

The night he took Jungkook out to see the meteor shower, he mentioned the Summer Triangle, a constellation consisting of Vega, Altair, and Deneb. Jungkook was never able to tell him the tale until the morning after their first time, and Taehyung keeps the memory close to his heart.

Jungkook told him about Vega, a young weaver girl, who fell in love with Altair, a cowherd but were forbidden from seeing each other. They would wait three hundred and sixty four days until on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, a group of magpie, called Deneb, would form a bridge for the two to meet.

Jungkook calls Taehyung his Deneb. He says that although he could easily be Vega or Altair, Deneb is their support and structure, which is far more important than anything.

Taehyung is Jungkook’s Deneb because he gives him hope that even on is bad days, he will be there to support him and guide him through to his happiness, which represents Vega or Altair.

Jungkook thinks of Taehyung in that light, but Taehyung thinks of Jungkook as even more.

Jungkook is his entire universe full of mysteries and beauty, and there’s always something new to discover that draws Taehyung in and makes him fall in love even more.

Jungkook is the sky that he loves so much, and Taehyung is the one who will always be there to cherish every bit of it.