taekook ; tinge of angst, more fluff ; pg
wherein Jungkook’s feelings are stirred.
Jungkook looked through the viewfinder of the camera, trying to capture the portraits that Taehyung wanted him specifically to take. Taehyung was trying to be funny at first, throwing unattractive faces and mocking poses, and the younger man obviously couldn’t hold in his sniggering.
But then Taehyung became serious, as if he were on an actual set. He looked directly into the lens, relaxed and expressionless save for his eyes now bursting with fervor.
At that very moment Jungkook expected that familiar but uninvited trash in his gut; he knew what it was, he knew not how to rid himself of it. He snapped the photo, the shutter sounded, Taehyung did not flinch. Taehyung shifted his position to show off his side profile. Jungkook gulped, trying hard not to show his jitters while steadying the camera. The shutter went off.
Oh, Taehyung was beautiful.
Oh, he was beautiful but Jungkook could only let his infatuation become increasingly agitated from being caged. He’d rather destroy himself, rather himself than anyone else… but anyone else rather than Taehyung.