WHERE THE LIGHT STAYS (FIXATION)

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Morning arrives slowly in the countryside.

Light slips through the curtains in thin, golden lines. The house breathes awake—floorboards creaking, distant voices, the soft clink of dishes.

Jungkook is already up.

He hasn’t slept much.

Not because he couldn’t.

Because his mind wouldn’t settle.

He tells himself it’s the unfamiliar place.

New surroundings. Different sounds. A bed that isn’t his.

That’s all.

It has nothing to do with the way Taehyung stood too close last night.

Or the way his voice lowered—

or the way Jungkook keeps replaying it.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

The smell of coffee pulls him downstairs.

The kitchen is warm—sunlight spilling across the table, a quiet kind of comfort Jungkook doesn’t trust.

Seokjin is already there.

Moving easily. Like the space belongs to him.

“Morning,” Seokjin says, glancing up with a soft smile. “You’re up early.”

Jungkook nods slightly. “Habit.”

Seokjin studies him for a second—just a second too long to be casual.

Then smiles again, lighter this time.

“You’ll fit in fine here.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond.

He’s not here to fit in.

Namjoon sits at the table, a book open in front of him, glasses slipping slightly down his nose.

He doesn’t look up immediately.

But Jungkook can feel it—

He’s being noticed.

Measured.

“Sleep well?” Namjoon asks, calm, thoughtful.

“Yes.”

A lie.

Namjoon hums softly, like he knows it is—but lets it go.

“You’ll have to get used to him,” Seokjin adds casually, pouring another cup of coffee.

Jungkook’s gaze flickers.

“To who?”

Seokjin smiles into his cup.

“Taehyung.”

Right on cue—

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“Talking about me already?”

Taehyung’s voice drifts in before he does.

Jungkook turns before he can stop himself.

Mistake.

Taehyung steps into the kitchen like he belongs to the morning itself—hair slightly messy, clothes loose, expression calm.

Effortless.

Jungkook’s eyes linger.

A second too long.

Again.

“Always,” Seokjin replies lightly. “You make it easy.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but there’s a hint of amusement there.

Then his gaze shifts—

lands on Jungkook.

Stays.

Jungkook knows this no he feels it but why? is it because of the way taehyung breathes the way his chest rises and falls in a rythm similar to his own heart beat no one knows🤷‍♂️

“Couldn’t sleep?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook’s jaw tightens slightly.

“I sleep fine.”

Taehyung hums, unconvinced.

“Then you wake up early for no reason?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer.

Namjoon watches the exchange quietly, turning a page that he isn’t really reading.

It’s subtle.

But it’s there.

That pull.

And Namjoon sees it.

They end up outside not long after.

No one suggests it.

Taehyung just walks out—

and Jungkook follows.

The garden stretches wide, quiet, wrapped in warmth.

Taehyung walks ahead, barefoot, unbothered.

Jungkook keeps his distance.

But not enough.

“You’re tense,” Taehyung says.

“I’m not.”

“You keep clenching your hands.”

Jungkook glances down.

Relaxes them.

“…Habit.”

Taehyung slows.

Waits.

Jungkook doesn’t like that.

But he steps closer anyway.

“You watch too much,” Jungkook says.

“And you hide too much,” Taehyung replies easily.

They stop near the trees.

Silence settles.

Heavy.

“You’re trying very hard not to look at me,” Taehyung says softly.

Jungkook looks at him.

Too quickly.

Too directly.

“Does it bother you?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook’s gaze drops—

just for a second—

to Taehyung’s lips.

Then back up.

“…No.”

Jungkook knows what taehyung is talking about but can this really be possible to be happening with a person he just met he know he is not gay or that's what he thought but the second he saw taehyung he knew it was something more that just love he wanted him but he couldn't after all he can't be obsessed about someone again it never ended well last time to him taehyung is like the flower in a glass like the one in the movie beauty and the beast if he breaks his petals he doesn't know whether it'll be a good ending or the opposite

Taehyung steps closer.

Close enough to feel.

“That’s not what it looks like.”

Jungkook doesn’t move.

Because something in his chest has tightened—

and won’t let go.

Taehyung studies him for a moment longer.

Then—

steps back.

Ending it.

Like always.

“Relax,” he says.