« Are we really doing this ? » Jungkook is shivering of happiness, looking at a boy so beautiful, so perfect that it hurts his eyes. 

Without even waiting for the answer, the brown boy takes off his shirt, throwing it out on the floor of his old room, jumping the distance to Taehyung. 

The other doesn’t hesitate. 

Their lips meet. 

Bliss. 

Taehyung, sitting straight on the side of the bed lets Jungkook nestle between his two legs, pushing both their bodies against each other, while the youngest allows himself to grasp the scene fully by pulling Taehyung’s face closer to his, his hands dunk in the other’s hair. 

Jungkook closes his eyes because he things it’s a dream. He thinks it’s a dream he has so long lived and he really doesn’t want to wake up. 

But Taehyung keeps right next to his ear, and he keeps touching the other one and that tells Jungkook it’s not. It’s not a dream. It’s really happening. 

« Tae I… »

But before Jungkook can finish his sentence, the other puts his hand to cover his mouth, forcing him to silence. 

So Jungkook obliges and keeps quiet. For now. 

He presses his lips against the other since he can’t make any other use of them, and starts carrying Taehyung to make both of them lie down, one on top of the other. 

Jungkook and Taehyung allow themselves the intimacy of his old bedroom, of his old bed, of their old lives.