The vibe: “Emily brontë?” Taehyung hums as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, eyes drifting to Jungkook’s tattooed arms. “Didn’t you say that Wuthering heights is your favorite book?” “Uh-“ Shit, Jungkook’s fucked — truly and not in the way he was hoping for.

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1. Sugar under your tongue, melting slowly, if he was to ever describe how he felt the first time he met Taehyung. Jungkook had never stepped inside a bookstore in his life. Not because he hates them — he just didn’t see a point in reading when you could just — live it.

2. His nights have always been loud, spent tearing down streets on a bike that rattles beneath him, his mornings filled with cigarettes, cheap coffee and a stranger in his bed whose name he can’t remember. He lives in motion, not on paper. Books are his Hyung’s thing, Yoongi.

3. His older brother has been reading for as long as Jungkook can remember, bent over novels at the kitchen table, paperbacks tucked under his arm like extensions of himself. Yoongi’s steady, measured, he’s always been more certain of who he is than Jungkook has ever been.

4. So when Yoongi presses a slip of paper into his hand one morning and mutters, “Pick it up for me, I’ve got a meeting,” Jungkook doesn’t argue. He doesn’t really mind — he sure loves to stay in his very loaded Hyung’s good grace and if picking up a book would do it, why not?

5 The bell above the door chimes when he pushes it open. The air inside is cooler, quieter, carrying the faint trace of paper and ink. Rows of shelves stretch further than he expects, lined with spines — some can’t pronounce.

6 Twenty seconds after he enters the bookstore — Jungkook’s life changes, just like that. Behind the counter stands a man. Older, broad-shouldered under a cedar green cardigan, sleeves pushed up to his elbows to reveal lines of built muscles. He glances up when Jungkook enters

7 Jungkook’s first thought is — fuck. Nothing about him fits the picture in Jungkook’s head of a bookstore owner. He isn’t nerdy or geeky. He’s — beautiful & fucking hot, with lines at his chest that show he works out often and a voice that rolls like velvet. “Can I help you?”

8 Jungkook hands him the slip of paper as he stares at him like an idiot. He should leave it at that, take the book, go home. “Ah, you’re Yoongi’s little brother, aren’t you?” Jungkook watches the man’s hands as he flips through an order log, veins standing sharp on his arms.

9. “You’re so hot.” “Pardon?” Jungkook’s mouth gaps open like a fish. Fuck, did he just say that? Did he fucking embrass himself like a complete fool? “Hey, you good?” “Ah.” Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh, ruffling his dark hair. “I said, yes, ‘m Yoongi’s brother, Jungkook.”

10 Taehyung doesn’t comment on the “hot” part. He just studies the tatted up pretty boy for a moment, eyes narrowed in a way that makes Jungkook shift on his feet. There’s something about the quiet confidence, the way he doesn’t flinch or blush, that sets Jungkook’s chest on fire

11 Taehyung finally closes the order log “Yoongi mentioned you once or twice. Didn’t expect to see you.” His voice is calm and there’s a small smile tugging at his lips. “So you — um, read a lot?” Jungkook immediately regrets asking that. Fuck, “y’know, books and stuff”

12 The man raises a brow, not unkindly. “I do” he says, head tilting slightly as he swirls a long finger to gesture at the place being a — well a bookstore “book and stuff.” His smile then widens. “Y’know.” Jungkook feels blood rushing to his cheeks. “I’m Taehyung by the way.”

15 Oh fuck — even his name is hot, a moanable name if there was ever one. “Oh, yeah nice to meet you. I’m Jungkook.” He extends his hand in Taehyung’s direction, eyes wider and more sparkly as intended as his tattooed fingers are held out.

16 “I know” a deep chuckle escapes Taehyung, clearly endeared “You actually mentioned” Jungkook’s cheeks bloom darker — where the fuck has his damn rizz gone? All of his self resentment though, is tossed when Taehyung’s long, bony fingers interlock with his to shake his hand.

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17 “do you read Jungkook?” Taehyung asks with a smile Jungkook swallows, shifting on his feet, trying to look casual. “Right, yeah I do, totally, reading is like — my jam.” He clears his throat, gaze dropping to book placed next to Taehyung’s hand; Wuthering Heights it reads.

18 “lovely” Taehyung’s fingers brush the book as he slides it across the counter, and Jungkook can feel his pulse spike. He catches the faint scent of soap and something warmer, muskier —something that makes him want to lean closer and just — breathe it in.

19 “So what’s your favorite book?” Taehyung asks gently, almost like an aside & Jungkook freezes. “what?” “Your favorite book?” “Ah” His big eyes lower slightly before he blurts out “ it’s Wuthering Heights.” Taehyung watches him, calm as a lake. “Hm, interesting choice”

20 & theres’a this look, the quiet way he studies Jungkook that makes him feel exposed, all glittery & mushy inside. “So you like Emily Brontë.” Taehyung hums as he takes a pair of glasses out of the drawer behind the counter & puts them on. Jungkook gulps, fuck— he’s so hot.

21 Taehyung drags Yoongi’s book back to his side, looking at its barcode before beginning to enter something on his computer. “Uh” Jungkook stares at him dumbly, his pretty eyes remain transfixed on the older man’s fingers, the way they dance over the keyboard. How gorgeous.

22 “Emily brontë?” Taehyung repeats as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, eyes drifting to Jungkook’s tattooed arms. “Didn’t you say that Wuthering heights is your favorite book?” “Uh-“ Shit, Jungkook’s fucked — truly and not in the way he’s hoping for.

23 “Uh—yeah” Jungkook says quickly. “Wuthering Heights is my favorite from Emily.” “Is it now?” Taehyung hums as a small smirk creeps to his face. There’s the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth, gone before Jungkook can memorize it. “Right,” he says airily. “Mine too.”

24 Jungkook exhales like he’s just passed a test. “Yeah?” He leans an elbow on the counter, trying to look cool with his newfound confidence, missing the way Taehyung’s eyes flicker with amusement Then, Taehyung leans closer, whispering. “Y’know, given that it’s her only book”

25 “Right, yeah” Jungkook’s fingers tighten on the book when Taehyung slides it back to him, his — perfect face is inches away from Jungkook’s, he can spot tiny freckle on the tip of his sharp nose. Jungkook wants to kiss it, then his lips, then some more — fucking everywhere.

26 “Anyway, uh—thanks. For the book. I think ‘m gonna.” Jungkook points toward the door awkwardly. “Yeah, Anyt-“ Jungkook doesn’t wait for a response as he bolts for the door, the chime overhead jangling a little too loud on his way out, Yoongi’s book pressed to his chest.

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27 Back at Yoongi’s apartment later that night, Jungkook sprawls on the couch while his brother flips through notes for a meeting. “So” he starts carefully, “Taehyung, the bookstore guy, is he your friend?l Yoongi doesn’t even glance up. “Known him since college. Why?”

28 Jungkook shrugs, aiming for casual “Nothing, he’s hot” That gets Yoongi’s attention. His brows lift as he looks over. “Hot?” “Don’t look at me like that!” Jungkook kicks at the coffee table. “just saying.” Yoongi snorts “He’s like a decade older than you..” “So what?”

29 Yoongi sets his papers aside, settling into the couch. “He’s very — particular, left finance at 28 with a fat savings account to open a bookstore because he wanted something quieter.” Jungkook places his long legs over rhe coffee table, his inked arms folded. “Again, so?”

30 Yoongi tosses the papers on the table, “Don’t pout now, he’s just very — settled down and all.” Jungkook whistles under his breath. “Wow, hot daddy vibes” he then launches forward, a naughty grin on his face with his big eyes glinting. “What’s his deal? Chicks? Guys? Both?”

31 “I’m not sure Kook-“ Now Jungkook’s actually pouting. “hyung, what do you even mean? You said you’ve been friends since college, how can you not know? Why don’t you want me to get dicked dow-“ “Fine fine” Yoongi brings his hands up in defense “I don’t need the mental image”

32 “What? Can’t even talk about wanting Taehyung’s dick inside m-“ “Jungkook!” Yoongi groans, reaching to nudge at Jungkook’s arm—there’s no push in it “He’s bi from what I remember, but that was over 10 fucking years ago, I don’t know what he’s into now?” Jungkook’s eyes glint

33 “Like people would change like that, you’re bi, then you’re bi” Jungkook lets out an airy sigh & leans back, folding his inked up arms behind his head. “What do you know? You’re a kid & you’ve never gone to college” Yoongi raises a brow “I’m 22, Hyung— & ‘m street smart!”

34 “He’s just a lot older & you know, classy & shit” Yoongi adds, gently tapping on Jungkook’s thigh. “You saying I don’t have class?” “Nah, You don’t, I’ve seen the people that leave your room in the mornings, buddy.” “So damn judgmental!” Jungkook mumbles under his breath.

35 Jungkook crosses his arms against his chest again, his lip piercings shinning as he pokes on them with his tongue occasionally “Think he’d like me?” “Aren’t you everybody’s type?” Yoongi quotes him, snorting as he fetches his papers. “I am” Jungkook nods softly. “We’ll see”