you’re like a dream

When Jungkook’s gaze fell back onto his face, Taehyung was looking at him with an expression that he couldn’t place— lips upturned as though he was holding back a warm smile, eyes warm and inviting, drawing him in.

A sudden, strange feeling came up from Jungkook’s chest that said, I want to marry him. His heart raced. He almost said it out loud, but stopped himself. He was being ridiculous. They had only known each other for a few hours, and Jungkook was going home to Korea soon; there was nothing long-term about this, as much as he wanted to pretend that there was. Was it possible that Taehyung felt this strange intensity, too? Maybe, he thought; that look on his face certainly said something.

“Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung said. It wasn’t an address, or a greeting; it was just his name, infused with something warm and electrifying.

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