Smiling to himself, Taehyung taped a polaroid photograph to the lamp base. It was a candid shot of Jungkook from earlier that week, laughing.
He grabbed his phone, plugging in the aux cord and connecting it to the small radio. A peaceful playlist began to fill the room.
0:50 ━━◉─────── 4:05 ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
He placed his phone atop the radio, tidying up a bit.
*Maybe I should invite Jungkook over,* he thought, a hopeful flutter in his chest.
He slipped on his house sandals and knocked on the door next to his.
Shortly after, the familiar man opened the door. “Hey.” He said, his cheeks flushing a soft pink.
“H-Hi… I’m making some food, wanna join?” Taehyung asked, offering a shy smile.
“What food?” Jungkook asked, running a hand through his hair.
“Jjajangmyun…” Taehyung explained, his voice quiet. *He hopes Jungkook knows what that is.*
“Okay.” Jungkook said, slipping into his own slides and stepping inside.
They walked into the living room, Taehyung’s hand brushing against Jungkook’s as they passed. A blush rose on Taehyung’s cheeks, and he quickly looked away.
“Okay, you can sit there.” Taehyung pointed to the floor, where a small coffee table sat.
Nodding, Jungkook sat on the floor, his eyes already scanning the kitchen.
“You have nice music taste.” Jungkook said, humming along with the melody. Taehyung’s blush deepened with the compliment.
“Food’s ready~” Taehyung chimed, crossing his legs on the carpeted floor.
“Uwu, you’re so cute.” Jungkook said, playfully squishing Taehyung’s chubby cheeks.
“Can we eat? Or are you going to just squish my cheeks the whole time?” Taehyung said, a small smile playing on his lips as Jungkook withdrew his hand.
They started eating, slurping at the rich, black noodles.
Taehyung glanced at Jungkook. He was breathtakingly handsome, illuminated by the soft glow of the radio.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Jungkook said, not even looking at Taehyung.
“W-what? What makes you think that—"
“Just eat, princess.” Taehyung’s face burned at the pet name. He hid his face, embarrassed.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook chuckled, cooing at Taehyung’s cuteness.
“Don’t talk to me, ass-hat.” Taehyung said, standing up, his hands still covering his beet-red face.
“What did I do?” Jungkook smiled, continuing to eat.
Taehyung didn’t answer, instead he turned and walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Taking one last bite, Jungkook stood up and walked to the bedroom door.
He turned the knob, finding Taehyung buried under blankets, face hidden.
“Princess, what’s wrong?” Jungkook asked softly, walking to the bed.
Taehyung covered his face again, even though Jungkook couldn’t see it through the blankets.
“What, you don’t like pet-names?” Jungkook asked, snatching the blanket away to reveal a crimson Taehyung.
“Awe~ Is my TaeTae shy?” Jungkook said in a childish voice.
“No. I’m not. Leave.” Taehyung said, grabbing at the blanket, but Jungkook held it firm.
“Jungkook!” Taehyung whined, his head low.
“It’s okay, I’ll stop.” Jungkook chuckled.
“N-no… I… I like it…” Taehyung admitted, looking up at Jungkook, who had raised an eyebrow in playful challenge.
“What?” Jungkook teased.
“I said I like… the… the pet-names…” Taehyung repeated, his voice barely a whisper.
“What? I didn’t hear you.” Jungkook put his hand to his ear, feigning deafness.
“Jungkook! I’m gonna hit you!” Taehyung yelled, raising his hand in mock threat.
“Okay, geez.” He said, reaching for Taehyung’s phone.
“Got anything better than sad songs?” He said, skimming through playlists.
“U-Uh no… they’re not sad… they’re peaceful…” He said, scratching his head.
“Let me put on a song.” Jungkook said, selecting a track.
“O-Okay…” Taehyung hung his head low, embarrassed by his stutter.
Suddenly, ‘Earned It’ by The Weeknd began to play.
Taehyung’s head whipped up at a smirking Jungkook.
“C-can you put on another s-song?” Taehyung said, the familiar heat rising in his cheeks.
“Why? You don’t like it…” He leaned into Taehyung’s ear.
“Kitten?”
Taehyung could have sworn he felt a stirring in his pants.
“S-Stop…” He said, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze.
“Or what?”
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