"no one understands me quite like you do,

through all of the shadowy corners of me."

there was one word to describe jeon jungkook's residence: cold.

and it wasn't even because of the chilly autumn weather. opposing from the edgy interior design of his cafe, this studio was rather classified on the minimalistic spectrum. instead of wooden tables, vibrant cushions and aesthetic ceramic tiles, all jungkook had was a makeshift kitchen to boil instant ramen (which was probably the closest thing he could have for homemade meals), plain grey couch and an old-fashioned cathode ray tub television to make the room a tad bit more lively.

though the young barista was completely content with living any other broke college students he was supposed to be, kim taehyung was not.

"you should add more stuffs to this studio," the customer slash friend hummed when jungkook comes back with mugs of hot tea. "i mean, the place is great, but isn't it a little too bland?"

smiling at taehyung's little scolding, jungkook placed their drinks over the counter and sat on the couch. the older man eventually followed. "i'd love to do that, but no one's really been here to see the magic anyway."

"so, i'm your first?"

jungkook only blushed.

"i like the idea of being your first," taehyung blatantly answered, the rectangular grin was back to make the younger feel things. "not even hoseok?"

"not even hoseok," jungkook said with no hesitance, faster than the lighting speed. taehyung wouldn't lie that it did things to his heart.

no one said a word for another five minutes, both parties horrible at something along the name of socialising. but it wasn't awkward. instead, it was the comfortable kind of silence. jungkook would steal glances at taehyung, while taehyung would look up to watch the muted television that aired some american socialite's reality show. regardless, all good things rolled into one was more than bound to happen.

it took the younger awhile until he realised that the older hasn't resumed his drawing. pointing at the canvas bag that was filled with drawing needs, jungkook furrowed his brows and asked, "hyung, aren't you going to continue your namsan tower?"

as if the light inside him switched, taehyung scooted his body closer to jungkook's and smiled. it was a miracle that the latter didn't move away, considering that he was bad when it came to skin ship. but somehow, with the previous, all worries disappeared in the brink of nanoseconds as he felt something he had never felt before. 

whatever happened after this, jungkook was glad that his heart decided to betray his mind and asked taehyung to visit.

if the barista really let his customer left after closing the shop, never in a million years he would be sitting on the rarely used couch, like a normal man in his 20s, talking over hot tea instead of binge-playing overwatch with an instant meal on his lap.

"eh . . . i was planning to do it, but i figured that my drawing can wait," taehyung just shrugged. "i'm already here, as your first guest, so very intrigued with the new world you've showed me beyond my comfort zone. and if that sentence wasn't clear enough, then i'll say it again in a proper manner — i'd like to spend more time with you, jeon jungkook."

and then suddenly,

the once cold residence became warm.