Alright, now that hurts like . 

Taehyung grunts as he makes his way over to the nearest table folding his body in half under huge pain. 

He sits on his side, trying to maintain a normal expression, breathing in and out deeply. 

Jungkook bursts out in laughter. 

« . Stop laughing, that’s not funny.

Let’s order, what do you want ? »

Jungkook calms down, waiting for the waiter of the small Italian restaurant to make his way to their booth. 

Preventing him from getting squashed by a massive flower pot two floors above him, Jungkook yelled making Taehyung rush to the side… where his crotch met a cone straight foreword, leaving him breathless, convulsed in pain. 

Taehyung stretches his pants again, trying to find a better seated position. Which makes Jungkook laugh once more. 

« I’m sorry, I know it’s my fault but it was just… so random! 

- Ah. Ah. Ah. i’m laughing so hard. Stop talking and pay for dinner. 

- I don’t have money. 

- Oh yeah true. »

it’s the worst date ever.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a light smile on his lips. 

Another month passes by and Taehyung’s every two nails have broken, his stairs have never been so slippery and he has stopped buying mirrors after the fourth one. 

He also uses spoons instead of knifes. 

But he doesn’t care. 

He really doesn’t. 

Because Jungkook comes to see him everyday now, and he flirts a little, which makes our boy feel so good. 

Even if not touching him is hard. Truly hard. 

And the sight of never being able to d