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In the serene ambiance of a Tokyo evening, Taehyung found himself nestled comfortably in a lavish suite within a charming hotel. The day had been a blend of business and relaxation, and as the evening sun cast a gentle glow through the window, he was beginning to shake off the remnants of drowsiness that clung to him.

Lunch had been a tranquil affair at the hotel, a respite from the busy schedule. Following the midday meal, he devoted his attention to a crucial meeting, navigating through it until the clock struck three. With matters settled, fatigue gradually descended upon him, prompting him to seek solace in slumber.

Awakening after a couple of hours, Taehyung sat up on the bed, his body languidly adjusting to the change. The traces of sleep clung to him, and with a languorous grace, he extended his arms and legs in an effort to rouse his senses.

Gently picking up his phone from the side table, he checked the time. The clock confirmed that the evening had moved past half past six. He decided that it was time to shake off the drowsiness and rejuvenate himself. A plan began to take shape in his mind: a leisurely stroll outside, followed by a simple dinner to break the monotony of his hotel room.

Slipping into the role of an explorer, he chose an outfit for his evening venture, the anticipation of change motivating him. Just as he was preparing to get dressed, a soft chime resonated in the room, diverting his attention to his phone.

A sigh escaped his lips, accompanied by a smile that bloomed as he unlocked the screen. Jungkook's name graced the notification, a familiar presence that never failed to bring a surge of delight to his heart. As the message unfolded before his eyes, Taehyung's smile deepened, his heart warmed by the connection that transcended the distance between them.

messenger 💬

Kookie 🐰

hi, hyung
are you perhaps busy?

No. The task I had for today is finished. And now I'm free.

We can converse.

oh, good

do you have any plans for yourself on Sunday?

No, nothing specific.

I was planning something. Would you like to join me then?

Yeah, gladly

ok, then, I'll make some good plans for us and then inform you.

Okay
Did you have dinner?

no. I will in a few minutes. and you?

I'm about to go out.

ok, then eat well. I'll message you later

Yeah, sure.

Bye.

Take care.

take care, hyung.

bye

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Seated in his comfortable chair, Yoongi's focus shifted abruptly as his phone began to ring, breaking the monotony of his thoughts. With a sigh, he picked up the device, the persistent ringing suggesting that it wasn't just any casual call.

The voice on the other end belonged to a friend, someone who had been privy to Yoongi's inner turmoil for the past couple of days. Their conversations had revolved around a particular topic, a topic that seemed to hold significant weight in Yoongi's mind.

For the past few days, the issue had been weighing heavily on Yoongi's mind-a dilemma born from an encounter at a recent business party. A handsome, young producer friend of Yoongi's had set his sights on Jungkook, and now Yoongi found himself at a crossroads, faced with the responsibility of mediating between his friend's interest and Jungkook's potential involvement.

The weight of the decision was evident in Yoongi's sigh as he contemplated the situation. While he wanted to honour his friend's request and facilitate a connection between Jungkook and the producer, a part of him couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that Jungkook was meant for something more, someone more important.

Thoughts of Taehyung crept into Yoongi's mind once again, casting a shadow of disappointment over his contemplations.

He had held out hope that Taehyung would recognise the bond between him and Jungkook and that he would realise the depth of emotions that had developed over time. The notion that Taehyung might remain unaware of Jungkook's affections as well as his own potential feelings left Yoongi feeling somewhat dejected.

As he leaned back in his chair, Yoongi made a silent resolution. He decided that, upon his return from his business trip to Japan, he would have a heart-to-heart conversation with Taehyung.

It was time to offer some advice-a gentle push in the right direction. If Taehyung truly valued the important people in his life, he needed to recognise and reciprocate the feelings that were clearly present.

With a determined expression, Yoongi acknowledged that it was time to intervene and lend a guiding hand to his seemingly oblivious brother. The prospect of steering Taehyung towards a path of happiness alongside someone who cherished him deeply filled Yoongi with a sense of purpose.

As the call ended and Yoongi's thoughts settled, he made a mental note to address the matter upon his return-a plan of action that he hoped would lead to a brighter future for both Taehyung and Jungkook.

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Having enjoyed a sumptuous dinner at the upscale restaurant, Taehyung's steps led him through the enchanting streets of Tokyo. The allure of the city's bustling malls beckoned to him, and he succumbed to its call, meandering through the myriad of stores.

As he wandered, his attention was captured by a liquor store nestled amongst the vibrant array of shops. An aficionado of fine drinks, he stepped inside, his curiosity piqued. The store owner, sensing a connoisseur's presence, eagerly displayed his most prized bottles, each one accompanied by a tale that spoke of its unique character.

Taehyung's contemplative gaze danced across the offerings, his mind weighing the options. After a thorough study that spanned twenty minutes, he made his selection: three bottles, carefully chosen with specific recipients in mind: one for his elder brother, one for his parents, and one for himself.

He deliberately omitted Jungkook from this list, aware of the younger man's aversion to alcohol. His desire to gift something special to Jungkook persisted, prompting him to explore alternative options.

His eyes alighted upon a jewellery store, and an idea sprang forth. With purposeful steps, he entered the store, his gaze drawn to an assortment of bracelets on display. After a brief deliberation, he settled on a choice-a delicate and intricate piece that held the promise of being appreciated by Jungkook.

The store attendant, a woman of grace and knowledge, introduced him to the bracelet's unique elements: the metals, the gemstones, and the craftsmanship that brought it to life. He admired her dedication to her craft and her appreciation for artistry that went beyond appearances.

Twenty-five minutes passed as Taehyung finalised his choice, his fingers gently tracing the bracelet's contours. He felt a surge of hope, believing that Jungkook would find it appealing. While his taste was often lauded by those around him, he recognized his unfamiliarity with Jungkook's preferences, a realization that left a hint of uncertainty.

Before leaving the store, he turned to the woman with a sincere smile, expressing his gratitude for her guidance and commendable professionalism. Unbeknownst to him, his words carried more weight than he could have anticipated, bringing radiant joy to the woman whose expertise and hard work had been recognised and appreciated for the first time.

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When Taehyung returned to Korea, Finally, his car halted at the KM building. Taehyung told his driver as he entered his office building, "Mr. Min, there is luggage in the trunk; hand it to my mother, and there are glass objects in it, so be careful."

Taehyung's footsteps echoed in his empty cabin as he entered, a sense of accomplishment mingling with weariness. His first stop was the washroom, a brief moment to freshen up before returning to his workspace.

A gentle knock rapped on the door, and a warm smile graced Taehyung's face as he called, "Come in."

Namjoon's familiar figure stepped into the room, his dimpled smile radiating a comforting familiarity. A camaraderie that went beyond words prompted Taehyung to open his arms, a silent invitation that Namjoon eagerly accepted. Their embrace was tender, a silent celebration of success and mutual support.

Namjoon's voice was laced with pride as he spoke, "Well done. I knew you could accomplish that."

Taehyung's chest swelled with a mix of emotions, the weight of achievement and camaraderie intertwined. "With just a few more deals, our e-car project will start soon, and we will once again have great success," Taehyung shared, his happiness buoyed by a strong sense of confidence.

As they broke apart, Namjoon nodded in agreement before Taehyung settled into his seat, his laptop beckoning him. "Tell me today's schedule," Taehyung requested, his eyes focused on Namjoon.

Namjoon hummed softly, his gaze shifting to his iPad as he retrieved the day's agenda. Two files were handed to Taehyung, a gesture of organisation and delegation. "It is now 3 o'clock; you have to check these two files until 5 o'clock and give approval if you find everything right," Namjoon explained, his words accompanied by a nod of affirmation from Taehyung.

"After that, you need to meet with the C batch to discuss their progress and let them know if you want to alter their strategy," Namjoon continued, his voice carrying a steady sense of purpose.

Taehyung absorbed the information, his mind processing the upcoming tasks. "Ok. Anything else?" he inquired, his tone focused and attentive.

"Your office work will then be over, but you'll still need to go to a painting exhibition," Namjoon stated, his words drawing Taehyung's curiosity.

"Continue," Taehyung prompted, intrigued by the mention of an exhibition.

"Bae Modern Art Gallery will host it. I shared the location; check your phone," Namjoon concluded, the exchange of information seamless and efficient.

With a parting thank you, Namjoon made his exit, leaving Taehyung to his tasks. As Taehyung's gaze shifted to his phone, he felt a sense of eagerness. It was time to reach out to Jungkook.

Fingers deftly typed a message, and Taehyung sent it to Jungkook: "Hey, Kook, if you have some free time, would you like to accompany me to the painting exhibition? It will be at 7 p.m."

Jungkook's response was swift and enthusiastic, a testament to his eagerness. Taehyung's heart warmed at the thought of Jungkook's excitement. Though Jungkook already had plans for the evening, the prospect of spending time with Taehyung was a tempting offer.

"Yes, I will accompany you." Jungkook's message conveyed his agreement.

Feeling a surge of anticipation, Taehyung typed again, his words a mix of warmth and eagerness: "I'm about to leave for home to get ready. If you'd like, I'll come to pick you up."

Jungkook's reply was swift, sealing their plan for the evening. "Okay, I will wait for you at home."

With a smile on his lips, Taehyung's fingers typed their final exchange: "Great, see you soon. Take care."

Their digital conversation concluded, and Taehyung's heart fluttered with a renewed sense of anticipation. The evening held promises of art, companionship, and the possibility of something more.

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Dressed in a luxurious, stylish black suit that accentuated his tall frame, Taehyung stepped into the sleek elevator. With a purposeful stride, he reached out to press the button that corresponded to Yoongi's floor. The evening held promises of meetings, conversations, and perhaps even revelations.

Upon arriving at Yoongi's floor, Taehyung walked down the hallway and spotted his friend seated on a comfortable sofa. With a small bag in hand, Taehyung approached, his smile warm and genuine. He placed the bag on the small table before them, a gesture of camaraderie and a token of their friendship.

As he retrieved another bag from within, Taehyung's excitement was palpable. He presented the luxurious beverage bottle to Yoongi, his voice carrying a note of certainty: "It's to your taste; I'm sure you'll like it." The exchange was casual yet held a sense of thoughtfulness, a testament to the bond they shared.

Yoongi's nod was accompanied by a thoughtful glance, his mind pondering the topic he intended to broach.

With a small box drawn from his suit pocket, Taehyung's attention shifted, unveiling the contents with a flourish. A smile graced his lips as he presented a bracelet, his words carrying the question, "This is for Jungkook; how is it?" The excitement in Taehyung's voice was evident, a clear indication of his eagerness to gift it to Jungkook.

Yoongi's reply carried a touch of candour; his voice was a calm contrast to Taehyung's enthusiasm. "It's beautiful, but shouldn't you propose to him with a ring instead of a bracelet?"

Taehyung's brows furrowed in confusion, the topic taking an unexpected turn. The thought of proposing to Jungkook hadn't crossed his mind, and he grappled with processing the sudden shift in conversation.

"Why would I propose to him?" Taehyung's question hung in the air, his mind racing to catch up with the new direction of their discussion.

Yoongi's sigh carried a hint of exasperation, his preference for succinct conversations evident. With a straightforward approach, he addressed the heart of the matter: "Taehyung, I'm not going to stretch the topic. Let's get straight to the point. It's been more than three months since your breakup. Do you still love Jimin?"

The question hung between them, a weighty inquiry that demanded honesty and introspection. Taehyung's mind was still processing the mention of proposing to Jungkook, but Yoongi's question anchored him to the present.

"No, Hyung." Taehyung's reply was sincere, his voice steady as he shared his truth. "Even I'm not able to believe this, but I have moved on. You don't need to worry. I'm doing fine now."

The room held a weighty silence as Yoongi's question hung in the air, a pivotal moment poised on the edge of uncertainty. "So,....... do you think you like Jungkook?" Yoongi's voice was gentle, yet the question itself carried the weight of a thousand emotions.

Taehyung's mind churned, thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a tempest. Jungkook was a presence that had grown to mean something to him, but Taehyung hadn't yet examined those feelings closely. His heart and mind were entwined in a delicate dance, navigating the aftermath of a recent breakup while trying to find solid ground.

"I don't think so. I-I'm not sure." Taehyung's voice held a hint of hesitation, his response echoing the turmoil within him. To him, Jungkook was undeniably a good person, but the complexities of his own emotions made it difficult to decipher whether what he felt could be defined as love interest.

Yoongi's voice, a calm oasis in the storm of Taehyung's thoughts, cut through the uncertainty. "Okay, then what about Jungkook? Don't tell me, like a fool, that you never noticed how invested that boy is in you." There was a quiet intensity in Yoongi's words, a conviction that carried the weight of unwavering belief.

Taehyung felt a twist of confusion at Yoongi's seemingly angry and direct approach. However, he knew that Yoongi was speaking from a place of deep concern and care.

"We're good friends, Hyung." Taehyung's voice was contemplative, each word carefully chosen as he tried to articulate his thoughts. "He's extra caring and so bubbly and good. I don't think that he has such feelings for me. You're maybe mistaking."

Yoongi's response was swift and unwavering, his voice carrying a tone of assurance. "I'm not mistaking it, Taehyung, and I want you to give your thoughts on it. He's so good for you." The words hung in the air, a gentle yet persistent push to consider the possibility of a deeper connection.

Taehyung's brows furrowed, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Why was Yoongi so insistent on this matter? He wrestled with his own uncertainties, trying to make sense of his emotions.

"But I'm not ready to make new decisions in my life, Hyung." Taehyung's voice carried a note of sincerity, a plea to be understood. "I'm surely moved on, but I need to focus on myself, my new e-car project. Life is going well, and I need to make some changes in myself. I-I need to improve. a-and I think I'm still a mess."

Taehyung's words held a blend of determination and self-awareness. His life had been in flux, and he recognised the importance of self-discovery and growth before he could fully embrace new beginnings.

Taehyung's conflicted emotions danced across his face. The weight of his confusion seemed to press upon him, and he let out a heavy sigh as he leaned back into the sofa. His thoughts were a chaotic tangle, and his heart pulled in different directions.

"And Jungkook's hope is rising day by day; what about it?" Yoongi's question pierced the silence, demanding Taehyung's attention and contemplation.

Taehyung's gaze was fixed on a distant point, lost in his own internal struggle. He didn't notice Jungkook's growing interest or any signs that Jungkook's feelings ran deeper than friendship. He felt like a ship caught in a storm, tossed about by the waves of his own uncertainty.

A sense of responsibility and genuine concern emanated from Yoongi's words. "I care for you, Taehyung. You're my little brother, but I care for Jungkook too. I don't want you to hurt him, even unintentionally." The sincerity in Yoongi's voice was palpable; his words were a plea for careful consideration.

Taehyung's eyes, heavy with the weight of his thoughts, met Yoongi's gaze. "I'm understanding you, Hyung," he responded softly. "But I'm not ready for any new change or new responsibilities. I need time." Taehyung's voice held a hint of vulnerability, a plea for patience and understanding.

Yoongi's expression softened; his concern was etched into his features. He pondered for a moment, contemplating the best course of action. "Okay, I understand your point. I'm not going to force you," he finally said. "But Taehyung, I'm more than sure about Jungkook having feelings for