Jungkook stared at the phone in his hands. Maybe it was just this particular day, but his head was not functioning correctly. It was functioning way too slow, but the tug he felt in his heart told him that he was perfectly fine and that the words in front of him aren’t the results of his insomnia and restless nights.

‘We need to talk.’

The text that Taehyung had sent him made him feel a certain feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Thousands of questions he wanted to ask the older boy, but he didn’t know where to start. Jungkook could literally hear Taehyung’s voice as he read the text again, serious but nonchalant. It’s the tone Taehyung would use on him whenever they were talking about anything deep or sensitive.

The entire time they were together, Taehyung never failed to be loud, annoying, and cheery…but he was still absolutely endearing. He was rarely angry at the younger, but even if he were to be, not once did he ever raise his voice or harm him.

Figuring he was reading the message for too long, he hastily keyed in a reply.

‘Okay. Where?’

I at forewords and descriptions, so I’m just going to leave it at that. This is going to be a short (I think) oneshot, and I’ll try to have this up as soon as possible.

Comments are greatly appreciated. It lets me know I’m at least doing an okay job.