Truth Between Us ??

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི playing - Orbit by The8

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Jungkook sat cross-legged in his business class seat, his sketchpad balanced on the tray table as his pencil moved across the page in swift strokes. His brow furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out slightly as he worked on finishing the designs. Hoseok, seated next to him, was already fast asleep, his head tilted to the side and mouth slightly ajar, faint snores escaping every now and then.

Taehyung sat in the row directly behind Jungkook, alert as always, his eyes scanning the cabin before settling on Jungkook's relaxed posture. Jungkook caught his gaze in the reflective surface of the window and turned his head slightly, speaking casually over his shoulder.

"You know you can sleep too, right?" Jungkook said, his tone light but teasing. "It's going to be a long flight, and you're going to get bored of staring at my head eventually."

"I'm fine," Taehyung replied curtly, his voice low but firm.

Jungkook clicked his tongue, glancing back at him. "Seriously, even if someone tries to do anything up here, what can they do? We're on a plane. Just sleep."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why aren't you sleeping, then?"

"I have to finish these designs," Jungkook replied, gesturing to the sketchpad in front of him. "Once I'm done, I'll sleep."

Taehyung sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Then I'll sleep when you do, Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook turned in his seat, his head resting lazily on the backrest as he faced Taehyung with a smirk. "You know, you can call me Jungkook now. We've established that we're friends, haven't we?"

Taehyung frowned, his arms crossing over his chest. "I have established no such thing. Thank you, but it's still Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook sighed dramatically. "Tsk, lost your chance at some great privileges," he muttered, turning back to his sketchpad with an exaggerated shake of his head.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow but said nothing, simply leaning back in his seat and focusing on the hum of the airplane engines.

Eventually, Jungkook finished his design, placing his pencil down with a satisfied sigh. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned, then turned to glance back at Taehyung, only to find the man fast asleep.

Jungkook blinked, then grinned mischievously. Taehyung's head was tilted to the side, his arms still crossed, and his mouth was slightly open. "He actually looks... peaceful," Jungkook whispered to himself, tilting his head. "Almost innocent."

A playful idea sparked in his mind, and before he could talk himself out of it, Jungkook knelt on his seat, sketchpad in hand. He perched the pad against the top of his seat and began sketching him exactly as he appeared—sleeping with his mouth open. But as he worked, his grin grew wider, and he added a few "embellishments" to the drawing: a mustache, devil horns, and a cheeky little goatee.

Jungkook bit his lip to stifle his laughter as he admired his handiwork. "Perfection," he whispered. Tiredness finally catching up with him, he settled back into his seat, slipping into sleep with a satisfied smile.

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The plane had barely landed before Jungkook was bounding off, his energy renewed as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. His grin widened as he stepped out of the terminal, the warm Mexican air hitting his face. No mask, no whispers, no stares—finally, such a rare feeling.