Where Silence Lives

Third Person's POV
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It had been a week since Jungkook had let his heart unravel in front of Taehyung, a week since he had finally voiced the things that had lived in the quietest, most painful corners of his soul. And since then... everything had quietly, tenderly shifted.

They didn't talk about that night again, not directly. But it lingered between them in the way Taehyung no longer hesitated to reach for Jungkook's hand when they walked past each other, or how Jungkook would softly smile now, without flinching, when Taehyung leaned down to press a light kiss to his forehead before bed.

It wasn't loud. It wasn't rushed.

But it was steady. And it was safe.

This morning, the house stirred to life slowly. The sky outside was painted in soft shades of gold and peach as the sun peeked over the edge of the horizon, casting a gentle warmth through the large windows.

Jungkook woke first.

He lay curled beneath the thick blanket in his own room, the quiet hush of early morning wrapping around him like a soft hum. His eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the glow filtering through the curtains. His limbs felt heavy with sleep, but his heart didn't feel heavy anymore. Not like it used to.

He sat up slowly, the air cool against his skin as he reached for the hoodie folded beside his pillow, a habit he hadn't lost. He pulled it on, then stood, padding softly across the floor toward the door.

Just across the hallway, he could hear faint rustling. A door clicked open.

Taehyung.

Their eyes met in the hallway, both of them still clothed in the haze of sleep. Jungkook's hair was a soft mess, and Taehyung looked a little dazed, a little warm.

They didn't say anything at first. But Taehyung offered a small smile, and Jungkook returned it, a little slower, but no less sincere.

"Morning," Taehyung said, voice low and rough with sleep.

"Morning," Jungkook whispered back.

And just like that, the morning began-quiet, easy, like the silence between them had softened into something kind. Something that held them both.

They walked side by side toward the kitchen, not touching, not speaking much. But something in the air had changed. They didn't need words for this.

It had taken time, tears, and quiet courage to reach here.

But now, here felt like home.
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Later at the office.

The air in the office had grown warmer lately, not because of the sun spilling through the large glass windows, but because of something else. Something unspoken. Something softly blooming.

No one could quite put a finger on it, but they all felt it.

Taehyung had started coming in earlier than usual. Not that anyone found it particularly odd, he was the CEO after all but it was the way he lingered near Jungkook's desk that drew second glances. The way his eyes would wander over, not with the authority of a boss, but something far softer. Something... more tender.

Jungkook, for his part, never said much. But he didn't flinch anymore. He didn't tense up when Taehyung's shadow fell beside him. Instead, he'd sometimes glance up just for a second-and their eyes would meet.

And that was all it took. Just that look.

A subtle spark would pass between them. A ghost of a smile would tug at Taehyung's lips. Jungkook would look away, biting the inside of his cheek, pretending to be too focused on his computer screen. But everyone could see the faint blush creeping up his neck.