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A few hours had passed when the raven alpha decided to do something.
                          
Jungkook entered the room with steady careful steps. He could only hear the silence but he knew that the brunette was there. The more he approached the more foggy his vision got. Where was this coming from?
He glanced around him, noting the wooden brown furniture from the closet to the queen sized bed and old but polished flooring all the way to the huge glass wall adjacent to the entry that really grabbed his attention. Jungkook thought the scenery was simply breathtaking; how the entirety of the previously dark green pine trees and grass was now covered with a thick layer of stark white snow, giving the impression of a big frosting dessert. 
The incredible view did no justice however to the kneeling figure that was also overlooking the imagery with a melancholic gaze. His brown curls longer that ever, were laying lazily on his head some covering his unique and ethereal eyes and reaching for the delicate slope of his nose, the shape only enhancing the luscious form of his slightly chapped lips. His overall stance oozing both comfort and sadness.
He was only wearing an oversized white T-shirt with some black cotton shorts, a shivery contrast between the man and his background. Jungkook's eyes finally landed on the source of the mist enveloping the bedroom: the white stick dangling from his long fingers. The ravenette had to do a double take in order to understand what exactly it was and he did, he couldn't help question.
                          
"Weed? Seriously?"
                          
It seemed like his words took a few seconds before they registered in the brunette's mind until he turned his head and finally stared at the boy standing a few steps away. The eye contact was a dead giveaway of the emotions Taehyung was basking in or rather giving off, but also the red rimmed eyes and haziness there, the way his stare was hazy and unfocused. He was high.
Taehyung looked quite unimpressed by the raven head's presence as well as the look on his face, a look Taehyung didn't feel like analyzing at the moment. Or ever. 
His mouth seemed to have another opinion though, speaking the words before he processed them.
                          
"Wanna join?"
                          
Oh he couldn't believe he said that. He couldn't believe he offered the boy he's supposed to reject and erase from his mind forever, a session of pot smoking. Not only forgetting that the man was, from the knowledge he gained about him, quite a responsible and disciplined fella. Scratch that, the boy was supposed to be the future head Alpha of the biggest and most respected pack in the entire history of werewolves. Needless to say, he was far from the type to casually accept spending his precious time with a low life like Taehyung himself, a wolf with no manners and no principals, much less smoke freaking weed with him. 
So why was the said wolf kneeling before him, adjusting comfortably on the opposite side, their knees barely apart and taking the white stick from his nimble fingers only to press the end on his pretty lips and inhale longingly?
Taehyung's breath hitched when he saw the white smoke coming out of the older's same lips followed by the small sigh he let out.
                          
What.the.Fuck.
                          
Jungkook repeated the process a couple of times, wordlessly passing the stick to the older for a hit or two before taking it back and taking a hit himself, eyes never looking away from each other.
It was like the both of them were hypnotized, Jungkook's demeanor appearing calmer by the second and Taehyung to his utter disbelief was simply mesmerized by the sight before him.
It was when Jungkook leaned abruptly before Taehyung could have the chance to pass him the stick only to inhale directly from the brunette's hands, lips wrapping perfectly around the end of what was left of it and eyes never living the other's, that Taehyung realized how close his supposed enemy was to him. Jungkook was calm and collected throughout, he reached the slightly taller boy's face and delicately used his free hand that wasn't wrapped around Taehyung's hand to press on his bottom lip, silently requesting for the other to open up.
Taehyung did. He opened his mouth slightly and Jungkook was more than eager to exhale the smoke that was trapped in his mouth directly inside the other's. Taehyung breathing in almost greedily.
Taehyung saw in Jungkook's chocolate irises what the boy struggled to show him since the beginning : trust, acceptance and what could only be translated by the brunette as lust. 
His pupils were wide and completely black he could see his reflection perfectly in them. 
And what he saw shocked him: the reflection showing off similar emotions swirling in his own brown orbs, more so the last one translating perfectly, making him question how could he have ignored it all along.