The way up the stairs, as small as they are, could fill up an entire library of mixed emotions and nervousness, as Jungkook really wants to believe that life is simple. 

What about the conflicts in the Middle East ? And the poverty of Africa ? What about the answer of the disappearance of dinosaurs ? 

Step. Step. 

At least his life. His small, candid life could be simple. Right ? 

Jungkook reaches the living room as his nerves start to fall down on the carpet, longing and fearing the other’s gaze. The one. The only one really important. 

Taehyung seperates himself from a Hochull and Yoongi’s conversation, leaving Hoseok to avoid on his own the white smile of the girl, as an invitation Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to grab. 

They meet in front of a picture of both his parents, both looking intensively at the frame, noise from the living toom becomeng a blur as they understand they somewhat found intimacy. 

Jungkook doesn’t dare to look at the man, still mesmerized by every aspect of him, his scent, oh gosh his scent, but still wanting to be brave. However Taehyung is the first one to speak. 

Without even glancing at the shoulder almost brushing his, too focused to be true interest at the bright smile of the sober woman in a maxi white dress, Taehyung exhales a thought he doesn’t want to hold, a thought he doesn’t want to be ashamed off, a thought he can’t shake off his beautifully perfect head. 

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