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No words except Oh My God!!

JEON!!

How can a man look so fine? But again, I am saying the same thing watching each one of them Taehyung in specs, Hobi on stage, RM being RM, jimin with specs, And Jin being the wwh!

And wdym Yoongi was also there??

AND JEON JUNGKOOK ADDED A NEW TATTOO TO HIS DELICIOUS COLLECTION??

The day has been eventful. Taekook fed my Taekook heart so good. I was waiting for two years 😭😭

While I cry and enjoy, you guys go read the chapter. Don't forget to leave a lot of comments. This chapter is going to make you scream. Literally 👀

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He sipped on his drink, Ghia Le Spritz, his favorite from childhood, and watched Jimin laughing in the distance with their other cousins. All of them dressed up too nicely for just a casual hangout. Taehyung could tell they were planning to go somewhere.

Maybe that rooftop café Sera had mentioned earlier. Or maybe just a waterpark. Whatever it was, they looked excited.

Cian had offered him to join, even insisted, if asking twice is counted as insisting, but Taehyung denied. The only company he could ever truly tolerate was Jimin. And the said boy was pretending Taehyung didn't even exist.

He tried to understand why the other was being so cold, but no matter how much he turned it over in his head, nothing made any damn sense.

Jimin came. Snapped. And when Taehyung asked him a question, he stomped away like an angry chicken.

Did... Did he hit himself in the head or what? The thought had crossed his mind. Or did he fell off the bed again? For a moment, he really hoped so. He hoped Jimin tripped on his own feet and got a concussion. A fractured bone would be even better.

He had been so infuriated. But still, he wanted to go and force Jimin to talk because he didn't like they fought. And he did. He tried to talk himself out of it but couldn't.

He walked down, deciding to have a nice, mature talk, only to find Jimin right there on the couch surrounded by his cousins and acting like it doesn't affect him. There was some girl with him Taehyung doesn't recognise. Doesn't Jimin's Mom scold him for behaving like a alpha in heat everytime.

Taehyung couldn't believe it.

He expected him to be guilty, at least, for yelling at Taehyung but no, he was there, enjoying his evening after ruining Taehyung's day.

Taehyung saw red.

He wanted to walk over to him, pull him away from the bitch he was all over, and... and kick him in the balls. Idiot!

And right in the moment, as he saw him taking the steering wheel, he wanted to do the same again. Walk over, pull him, and maybe punch him.

He took a sip of his drink again as anger started burning him from inside. The bubbles fizzed against his tongue, but they didn't cool the fire in his throat. If anything, they made it worse - sharp, tingly, and burning all the way down.

He swallowed it hard, letting the bitterness crawl through him.

Everyone sat inside the car and drove away.

Taehyung watched them disappearing into the distance. Faded hoots reached his ears until they couldn't. The sun was turning orange. The waves in the distance kept dancing to the gravity. The water crashing against the shore has always drawn him in ways he didn't understand but today, it didn't.

He sat back, dragging his knees up to his chest. A heavy lump formed in his throat. He didn't want to cry. Not for Jimin at least.

But God, it hurt.

Jimin wasn't just his cousin. He was his best friend. His closest person. His safe space. His mirror. And right now, it felt like that mirror had shattered and left only jagged edges behind.

He hated this. He hated feeling the way he did.

He blinked his eyes and took another sip, gripping the cold can determined.

If Jimin didn't care. So should he.

He took another sip. Even if it took some time, the orange blossom and strawberry flavor of the drink calmed him down. He watched the sun and the sky painting sea in various colors for hours. It was when his stomach grumbled that he got up and walked inside.

The house was silent. And for the first time in life, he didn't appreciate the serenity. He realized how habitual he had become of all the noise and people in the house. There was no one in sight.

His wild cousins had just left, while all the men in the house, his father and his uncles, including Uncle Jeon, they have gone out for glam-camping, aka glamping, like they did every year.

There were some really amazing glamping sites on the island.

They were gone for three days every summer doing God knew what . No woman was allowed. No kid was welcomed.

Jungkook has offered him to join playfully, but Taehyung couldn't return the enthusiasm. His mood was sour. Too sour. He was already having a bad day, and something about Jungkook leaving for three days punched a hole right in his chest.

He couldn't say anything. So, he just shook his head and walked away.

He remembered how his uncle, who stood leaning against the wall has straightened up, watched him when Taehyung did that. Something has flashed in his eyes.

He seemed like he wanted to reach out and stop him from walking away. Or maybe it was just his imagination. His mind was too disturbed anyway.

Everything was overwhelming.

It was still overwhelming.

He sighed.

Shaking away everything, he made himself a quick toast. Gobbling it down, he picked up his phone from the counter and walked into his room, deciding to send out the college applications that he had been postponing for a week now.

He was free. He could use time wisely while he was at it. But he found it difficult to focus. He forced himself to keep going.

His phone beeped with a notification.

Taehyung picked it up and unlocked the device.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. It was the first time his uncle had texted him. Taehyung never thought Jungkook might has his number saved in his phone.

He clicked open the image he has attached.

It was a photo of a dusky sky. Rich shades of coral and lilac melted into each other like sherbet in the clouds. The waves below were calm, lazily brushing the edges of a rocky shore where wildflowers danced to the wind. A single lantern hung from a crooked wooden post in the corner of the frame, glowing soft gold like it held a secret. The sun was almost below the horizon.

The whole thing looked like a painting, like something taken straight out of a magazine or an indie film.

The sky is pretty today.

The caption made him smile.

It really looked beautiful. But what made his eyes shine was the fact that Jungkook had thought to send it to him. That he'd looked at something beautiful and, for some reason, Taehyung had come to his mind.

He typed back a response.

I am jealous.

Uncle Jeon: Of?

Taehyung bit on his lower lip as he typed.

You.

Bubbles appeared on the screen indicating Jungkook was typing. Taehyung waited. But they disappeared. Only to reappear again. He wondered what the other was typing.

His phone finally pinged.

Uncle Jeon: ?

Taehyung couldn't believe he took so long to type that. Before he could say something, another message appeared.

Uncle Jeon: You don't need to be jealous of anybody. The sky is jealous of you.

Taehyung's stomach did the funny thing. It tingled as if Jungkook has whispered those words into his ear in his deep voice laced with sin as he held the boy close.

His heart raced. And body came to life. He bit on his lower lip.

Taehyung: It's a dialogue from some old, outdated romantic movie!

Uncle Jeon: It's not.

Taehyung: Oh right! You are outdated yourself.

He didn't know why he giggled as he hit send. He gripped his phone and waited for Jungkook to reply. The three dots were visible on the screen. He was typing.

Uncle Jeon: It's called aging like a very fine wine. 😉

Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

So full of yourself!

Uncle Jeon: You like to be full of me just as much.

Taehyung's jaw dropped. His heart thudded wild in his chest. He clenched his thighs.

Taehyung: You can't say stuff like that over texts.

Uncle Jeon: Why, wildflower? I thought you love it when I say things like that.

Taehyung could imagine him laughing. His deep chuckles resonated in Taehyung's ears while his teasing smile ghosted against the skin of his neck. He rubbed it to shake it away.

He tried to search for a bolder response, something sassy. Being sassy has always been easy but not in that moment. He couldn't find the right thing to say. Teasing has been their thing, but it felt more.... intimate over texts.

Jungkook's filthy words whispered in Taehyung's ears made him lightheaded, and needy like a freaking ovulating woman but the same words over texts made him want to curl in himself.

He got up from his chair and walked over to the window as his face burnt.

He couldn't believe he was being shy.

Taehyung: Don't you have somewhere to go? Something to do?

He didn't want him gone.

Uncle Jeon: We are going to a club.

Taehyung: Then go and have fun. There must be a lot of women to flirt with.

As soon as he hit send, he regretted it. The words carried the bitterness he felt at the thought of Jungkook being out there, surrounded by ocean of experienced, hot women. Women who knew what they wanted, and who knew how to lure a man and leave them satisfied.

He realized he was jealous.

He shouldn't be. But he didn't get a chance to backtrack. His phone buzzed.

Uncle Jeon: Plenty.

Uncle Jeon: But none with a mouth like yours.

His grip tightened on the phone.

Taehyung: Mouth like mine?

Uncle Jeon: Sharp tongue. Soft lips. Dirty words. Sweet sounds.

Uncle Jeon: Should I go on?

Taehyung threw his phone away.

It bounced on the bed harmlessly, but his heart didn't. It was somewhere near his throat, beating like it wanted out.

"What the hell..." he mumbled, dragging his palms down his flushed face. He paced the room, running a hand through his hair, then spinning around to stare at the phone as if it had just tried to lick him.

Sweat covered his skin.

He picked up the device again, a wide grin etched into his lips as if it was never going to leave. His fingers trembled over the keyboard as he typed.

Taehyung: Don't talk about my mouth unless you're planning to do something about it.

He wanted to scream into his pillow.

Hell, he did. A muffled, strangled sound that wasn't quite a squeal and wasn't quite a growl tore out of him as he buried his face into the sheets. His heart was thrumming like it had just won a race it didn't even sign up for.

How could he say something like that?

It wasn't like he hadn't said things far dirtier, but how. the. fuck. could. he. say. something. like. that. question mark.

He looked at his phone, waiting for another teasing message from his uncle. But it didn't come.

A minute passed. And another.

His heart thudded wild in his chest as he stared at the screen. It finally lit up after what felt like hours. He unlocked the device with trembling hands.

There were only two words in response.

Not teasing. Not mocking. Just a promise.

Uncle Jeon: Very soon.

And Taehyung lost his ability to blink. Breath. Process.

His knees gave in before his thoughts could make sense. He sat down, or maybe collapsed, he wasn't sure, gripping the edge of the mattress like he was trying not to fall off the earth entirely.

God. He was shaking. And it wasn't fear. It was anticipation. The kind of anticipation that curled at the pit of your stomach and climbed up your spine like fire made of honey and want. The kind that made every breath feel like it was dragging through silk.

He fell back onto the bed and reached for the phone again.

Typed. Deleted.

Typed again. Only to delete once more.

He threw his phone to the side and tried to calm himself. Beads of sweat rolled down his neck. His breath came out of his parted lips in hot, shallow gasps as images from his fantasy flashed in his mind.

His mouth felt dry.

White ceiling stared back at him. The soft whir of fan rotating above him lost in the loud thumping of his heart.

What felt like ages later, his phone beeped again. He stared at it, too scared that it might burn him. But curiosity got the best out of him.

He unlocked his phone. There was another message.

Uncle Jeon: Are you okay now?

As soon as he read it, he knew it wasn't about the conversation they were having earlier. Jungkook's eyes from yesterday flashed in front of his eyes. He has noticed Taehyung was sad.

He stared at those words for moment longer than needed before typing.

Yeah. Am fine.

He waited for the other to reply but didn't. In the end, he just sent an emoji.

Taehyung imagined him sitting there in front of him, watching him silently, as if waiting. Taehyung searched for his eyes. He felt like he was being seen through.

Taehyung: "W-What?

Uncle Jeon: Nothing.

There definitely was something.

His phone chimed again.

Uncle Jeon: You know, I have known you long enough to tell when something is off.

The words made Taehyung stare at the screen. He bit his lower lip. He wasn't there but he could feel his uncle's eyes on him. He knew the other was waiting for his response.

He finally typed.

Taehyung: I see you for a month every year, that makes it eighteen months in my whole life. You can't claim to know me so well.

They have never, in fact, had a conversation before this summer. They were uncle and Nephew, but they were not more than two strangers who met every year. Jimin had known him whole life, yet he knew nothing. No one knew Taehyung.

Another message appeared on the screen.

Uncle Jeon: Maybe. But I know enough to see when you're pretending to be fine when you're not.

Taehyung: You don't.

He can't. Can he? Taehyung had barely existed for his uncle all these years. But the next text made his heart skip a beat.

Uncle Jeon: I don't need eighteen months to know that wildflower. I don't need a lifetime, either. All I need is a look to see right through you.

Uncle Jeon: I know you better than you think.

He read it once.

Twice.

A third time, just to make sure his heart wasn't making it up. And every time he read it, it unraveled him a little more. His breath hitched.

Taehyung sat down slowly on the edge of his bed, phone clutched in both hands like it was the only thing tethering him to the world. His thumb hovered over the keyboard. What was he supposed to say to that? How do you respond when someone-finally-sees you after waiting for almost all your life.

He didn't know.

And he was scared to go deeper into the meaning. So, he played it safe by being playful.

Taehyung: Oh please! You are scaring me.

He pulled his knees to his chest as he stared at the dancing dots on the screen, with his heart hammering inside his chest. His phone finally buzzed.

Uncle Jeon: Good. You should be.

As Taehyung read those words, he got reminded of the same words he had said in the cave. You should be! The tingles between his legs intensified. And the tension in the air vanished. His nerves eased. His heart calmed.

He stared at the screen. There was no more message.

Taehyung didn't want the conversation to be over. But he didn't have anything to say. He stared at the screen for a few minutes longer to see if those dancing dots appear on the screen again. They didn't.

He typed.

Stay.

A few more minutes.

But deleted them.

His heart squeezed for some reason.

He exhaled. Locking his phone, he walked into the washroom. When he walked outside after taking a shower, it was already dark outside. He heard the guys howling down in the hall. They were back.

He picked up his headphones and put them on. When he picked his phone to turn his playlist on, there was a message waiting for him.

Uncle Jeon: Good night, wildflower.

That name suddenly took him twelve years back. And he realized that message was not only about wishing good night. It was a reminder why he called him wildflower.

He was strong. Stronger than he thought he was.

He could withstand storms. Nothing could stop him from germinating and blooming. No bad weather. No harsh climate. Nothing.

He could live on his own conditions.

And suddenly, all the sadness, hurt, pain, and heavy feelings evaporated into thin air. A warmth filled his chest instead as a realization dawned upon him.

Without him uttering a word, without admitting the ache in his chest, Jungkook somehow knew and subtly, he reached out and wrapped comfort around him without even trying.

No questions.

No complaints.

Yet. He knew.

Taehyung got reminded of his words again.

I don't need eighteen months to know that wildflower. I don't need a lifetime, either. All I need is a look to see right through you.

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I don't have words to write an ending note today. Seriously.

You guys can leave your thoughts here.

Happy 12th Festa

^Three eyecandies in one frame 🤤

^Cuties

^Like someone said- It's called aging like a fine wine... Ahem!

^New tattoo alert!

^Bold of you to assume that I am alive after this. 😭😭

^The more I see him, The more I fall in love with him. All over again 😌

^Daddy. Periodt.

^Did you see that? DID YOU SEE THAT??