Enraptured | Jungkook ✓

Revelations and Reconciliations

In a flurry of panic, Taehyung scrambled to gather his robe, his silver locks tousled and his neck adorned with vivid, unsettling bruises. With a deep breath, he draped the robe over his naked form, steeling himself for the confrontation ahead. Across the room, the stranger lay oblivious, lost in slumber; Park Hyungsik.

With cautious steps, Taehyung approached, ensuring the man remained undisturbed. Satisfied, he slipped out of the room, closing the door with a hushed click. Downstairs, he busied himself in the kitchen, the aroma of brewing coffee filling the air.

His heart raced as an unexpected knock echoed through the house. Who could it be at such an early hour? Surveying the remnants of the night, Taehyung hastily concealed any evidence of his visitor. Another urgent knock shattered the silence, prompting him to answer before it could repeat.

At the threshold stood Jungkook, his expression a mix of apprehension and remorse. Taehyung's heart softened at the sight of his dear friend, though the circumstances remained unclear.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung's voice wavered with uncertainty as he welcomed his friend inside.

Jungkook's demeanour betrayed his inner turmoil as he hesitantly met Taehyung's gaze. "Hi...Hyung..."

Their exchange hung in the air, laden with unspoken emotions and uncharted territory. Taehyung, ever the anchor, sought understanding amidst the tension.

"Jungkook...what brings you here?" His voice, though gentle, held a hint of curiosity, a silent invitation for honesty and reconciliation.

Jungkook's brow arched in confusion, a bag of delectable food in hand as he stood at Taehyung's doorstep. Their silent exchange brimmed with unspoken tension, until Jungkook's nervous smile broke the stillness.

"Are you going to invite me in?" His voice, tinged with uncertainty, pierced the quiet air, prompting Taehyung's realisation that Jungkook sought entry into his home, where Park Hyungsik lay sleeping, unaware.

Taehyung's confusion lingered as he processed Jungkook's unexpected visit, unearthing the thread of forgiveness woven into his friend's plea.

"Wait..." Jungkook's confusion mirrored Taehyung's own, igniting a spark of realisation. "Didn't you get my text? The one where I begged for your forgiveness?"

Taehyung's admission of ignorance hung between them, a rift of miscommunication begging to be bridged.

"I...didn't," Taehyung confessed, his mind racing to account for the gaps in his memory.

"Busy?" Jungkook's suspicion sliced through the air, prompting Taehyung to concoct a hasty excuse, shielding the truth from prying eyes.

As the sound of footsteps descended the stairs, Taehyung's pulse quickened, his need for diversion urgent.

"Just the painter," Taehyung improvised, his words masking the truth with practiced ease, steering Jungkook away from the impending revelation.

Jungkook's offering of their favourite food became a lifeline, its aroma a testament to their shared history and unspoken bond.

"Japchae," Jungkook announced, his plea for companionship laced with vulnerability. "Let's talk. I need your advice."

"You need...my advice?"