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the ravenette watched as the new neighbors moved in next door. jeon jungkook leaned against the doorway of his home, arms crossed over his chest, as boxes and furniture were hauled into the once-empty house that had been abandoned for nearly two years. he had grown used to the quiet of the empty lot, but now, it seemed that peace would be broken by the bustle of a new family settling in.
jungkook's dark eyes wandered as he observed the family. a younger boy who seemed around 13 was running around the yard, laughing and chatting with his parents. but then, his gaze fell on someone else—a figure that stood out among the rest. a slightly tall, slender delicate male with flawless tan skin and dirty blonde hair, dressed in a loose white shirt and gray joggers that fluttered in the light autumn breeze. his features were soft yet striking, with lips that seemed perpetually pink and eyes that sparkled, even from across the street.
jungkook’s breath caught in his throat, the pretty boy next door. he couldn’t tear his eyes away from him.
the pretty male, kim taehyung, caught jungkook's gaze for a brief moment, offering a shy smile before looking down, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. jungkook felt his chest tighten. who was this beautiful man that had just moved in across from him? there was something captivating about him—his delicacy, his grace, the way he seemed to move through the world with an almost ethereal presence.
over the next few days, jungkook found himself looking out the window more than usual. he learned from trending twitter posts that taehyung was an up-and-coming model, which explained his effortless beauty and poise. taehyung would often leave early in the morning, dressed impeccably for photoshoots, and return late in the evening, tired but still stunning. jungkook was drawn to him, his curiosity turning into something deeper—something more possessive.
one evening, after a particularly long day, taehyung was struggling to carry a box up the front steps of his new home. his parents weren’t around, and his younger brother was busy with schoolwork. jungkook, seeing the opportunity, strode over, his steps confident and purposeful.
“need a hand?” jungkook’s deep voice startled taehyung, who nearly dropped the box.
“o-oh, thank you,” taehyung stuttered, looking up at jungkook with wide, innocent eyes. he wasn’t used to someone so close, so intense. jungkook's presence was overwhelming—his tall frame towering over him, muscles flexing as he effortlessly took the heavy box from taehyung's hands.
“i’m jungkook,” he said simply, his voice smooth and commanding. he extended his hand after setting down the box.
“taehyung,” the other replied, his hand soft and delicate in jungkook’s firm grip.
from that moment on, things between them began to shift. jungkook made a habit of being around whenever taehyung was outside—whether it was walking his dog or tending to the flowers in his small front yard. at first, taehyung was shy and reserved, unsure of what to make of his new neighbor's constant attention.
there was something comforting about jungkook’s quiet confidence, the way he seemed to take control of any situation despite seeming the laidback type.
taehyung slowly found himself looking forward to the moments they spent together. jungkook would offer to help with small tasks, lingering a little longer each time. they talked about everything—tae’s modeling career, jungkook's love for music and photography, their shared interests in art and fashion. despite jungkook’s dominating presence, there was a softness to how he treated taehyung, as if he knew how fragile the boy could be, and he cherished that.
the first time jungkook invited taehyung over to his apartment, the air between them was thick with unspoken tension. taehyung sat on the edge of the couch, his hands nervously fidgeting in his lap, while jungkook watched him from the kitchen, making hot cocoa with practiced ease. taehyung felt small under his gaze, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling. it was as if he wanted to be consumed by jungkook’s presence.
“relax,” jungkook said softly, handing taehyung a cup. “you don’t need to be so tense.”
“i’m not used to being around someone like you,” taehyung admitted quietly, his eyes downcast.
jungkook raised an eyebrow. “someone like me?”
“you’re so… sure of yourself,” taehyung explained, glancing up through his lashes. “I feel like i’m always second-guessing myself, but you… you know what you want.”
jungkook smirked, setting his cocoa aside before sitting down next to taehyung. the closeness made taehyung's heart race. “I do know what I want,” jungkook murmured, his voice low, his hand gently brushing against taehyung's thigh.
“and what is that?” taehyung asked, his breath hitching.
jungkook’s dark eyes met his, filled with a burning desire. “you.”
the word hung in the air between them, heavy and intense. taehyung’s lips parted in surprise, his mind racing, but his body leaned instinctively closer to jungkook, drawn to the undeniable pull between them.
before he knew it, jungkook’s lips were on his, the kiss slow but firm, like he was savoring every second of it. taehyung melted into the embrace, his body submitting to the gentle yet commanding touch of the man next door. jungkook's hands moved to cup taehyung’s face, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, and taehyung felt his world spinning, lost in the warmth and safety of jungkook’s arms.
as they pulled away, breathless and flushed, taehyung looked up at jungkook, his heart racing. “I think i’ve wanted you too,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of longing.
jungkook smiled, his thumb brushing against taehyung’s swollen lips. “then we’re on the same page.”
and from that moment on, their connection only grew stronger. jungkook’s dominant nature complemented taehyung’s softness in ways they couldn’t have predicted. what started as a simple attraction between neighbors blossomed into something deeper, something intense. jungkook, with his steady hand and protective nature, became the anchor taehyung didn’t know he needed, while taehyung brought a lightness and beauty into jungkook’s life that he never realized was missing.
in each other, they found a balance—a love that was fierce yet tender, powerful yet gentle, they built something lasting, something true.
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the days turned into weeks, and the bond between jungkook and taehyung only deepened. every evening, they’d find themselves in each other’s company—whether it was quiet nights spent on jungkook’s couch, watching movies with taehyung nestled under jungkook’s arm, or warm afternoons where they’d take walks together, jungkook’s hand protectively resting on the small of taehyung’s back.
taehyung grew more comfortable in jungkook’s presence. he no longer felt the need to hide his nervousness or second-guess himself around the ravenette. instead, he found solace in the way jungkook quietly reassured him, not with words, but through simple gestures—like the way his fingers would graze taehyung’s as they sat together or how jungkook’s eyes would search for taehyung’s whenever they were apart, just to make sure he was alright.
one afternoon, as taehyung returned from a particularly exhausting photo shoot, he saw jungkook waiting for him on the front porch of his house. taehyung’s heart leaped at the sight of him—his broad figure leaning against the railing, a small smile tugging at his lips as soon as their eyes met.
“rough day?” jungkook asked, walking over to meet him.
taehyung nodded, dropping his bag onto the ground before letting out a tired sigh. “I didn’t think modeling could be so draining.”
jungkook chuckled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from taehyung’s face. “you’re doing great, though. I saw the magazine cover—everyone’s talking about you.”
taehyung blushed, the praise making his heart flutter. “I couldn’t have done it without your support,” he admitted shyly.
jungkook’s expression softened. he loved how modest taehyung was, despite his growing fame. “come here,” jungkook murmured, pulling taehyung into a tight embrace. taehyung let himself relax into jungkook’s chest, feeling the warmth of his body seep into his tired bones.
“you know you can lean on me whenever you need to, right?” jungkook whispered against his hair.
taehyung nodded, burying his face deeper into the crook of jungkook’s neck. “I know,” he whispered back. and he truly did. jungkook had become his safe place, the person he turned to whenever the pressures of his new life became too much to handle.
that night, jungkook insisted on taking care of taehyung. after a hot shower, jungkook prepared a simple dinner for them, something light and comforting. they ate together, sitting close on the couch, with taehyung resting his head on jungkook’s shoulder.
as the night grew darker, taehyung’s eyes began to droop, the exhaustion from the day catching up to him. jungkook noticed and shifted, pulling taehyung fully into his lap, letting him rest against his chest.
“you can stay here tonight if you want,” jungkook offered softly, brushing his fingers through taehyung’s hair.
taehyung didn’t respond right away, but his arms wrapped tighter around jungkook’s waist, a silent answer. jungkook smiled and kissed the top of taehyung’s head, feeling content with the quiet intimacy they had built together.
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as time passed, it became second nature for taehyung to end up at jungkook’s place after a long day, and jungkook welcomed it every time. they fell into a routine—taehyung modeling during the day, and jungkook, whose photography career was also blossoming, working on his projects, but their evenings always belonged to each other.
one evening, taehyung had come over a little earlier than usual. jungkook was in the middle of editing photos in his home studio when taehyung appeared at the door, holding two cups of iced tasty drinks. his smile was soft but radiant, and jungkook could feel his heart skip a beat.
“I thought you might need a break,” taehyung said, stepping inside and setting the tasty refreshers down on the table.
jungkook chuckled, pulling taehyung into a quick kiss. “you’re too good to me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against taehyung's.
taehyung’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, and he bit his lower lip shyly. “I like taking care of you.”
jungkook’s heart swelled at those words. even though he was the more dominant one in their relationship, there was something sweet about the way taehyung quietly looked after him, bringing him little things or staying close just to keep him company while he worked.
“let’s take a break together then,” jungkook said, pulling taehyung over to the couch in his studio. they sat together, sipping on their refreshers, chatting about their day.
as the conversation flowed, jungkook felt a sudden urge to capture the moment. he reached for his camera, grinning when taehyung looked at him curiously.
“mind if I take some photos of you?” jungkook asked, his voice teasing, but there was a certain softness in his gaze. “you look too good right now to pass up.”
taehyung’s blush deepened, but he nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “okay,” he said quietly, knowing that jungkook loved photographing him, capturing those moments where taehyung felt most vulnerable yet beautiful.
jungkook positioned himself, snapping a few shots of taehyung as he sipped on his drink, his eyes twinkling under the soft studio lights. the way taehyung’s lips curled into a soft smile, the slight tilt of his head, the relaxed posture—it was perfect.
as he clicked through the shots, jungkook couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride and adoration for the boy next door. taehyung had come into his life so unexpectedly, yet now it felt like they had always been connected, like they were meant to find each other.
jungkook lowered his camera, walking over to where taehyung sat. he reached down, gently pulling him to his feet before kissing him tenderly. taehyung responded instantly, melting into the kiss as his arms wrapped around jungkook’s neck.
“i’m so lucky to have you,” jungkook whispered between kisses.
taehyung smiled, his voice soft and full of affection. “I feel the same way.”
and in that moment, under the glow of the studio lights, wrapped in each other’s arms, they both knew that what they had was something special—something real. it wasn’t just about being neighbors anymore. they had become each other’s home.