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The practice room was beginning to empty by the time Jungkook finally allowed himself to stop moving. For the last several hours he had been too focused on choreography to think about anything else, his body operating on muscle memory as he repeated the same sequences over and over until they felt perfect. Now, however, as the music cut off and conversations gradually filled the room in its place, his thoughts returned with a vengeance.

He sank down against the mirrored wall, tilting his head back as he tried to catch his breath. Around him, staff members packed away equipment while the other members gathered their things, laughing and talking as though they hadn't just spent the better part of the day exhausting themselves.

His gaze drifted across the room before he could stop it.

Taehyung was standing near one of the speakers, listening to something Jimin was saying. A second later, he burst out laughing. The sound was bright and warm, carrying easily through the room, and Jungkook immediately looked away as if he had been caught doing something embarrassing.

Which, in a way, he had.

Because it had been years now, and somehow, he still couldn't look at Taehyung normally. The realization was almost enough to make him groan aloud.

At some point, the harmless admiration he'd once felt had become something far more complicated. Jungkook couldn't even pinpoint exactly when it had happened. Maybe it had been gradual, building over countless small moments until one day he woke up and realized Taehyung occupied far more of his thoughts than any friend should. Or maybe it had happened all at once and he'd simply been too afraid to acknowledge it. Either way, the result was the same. He was hopelessly in love with one of his best friends, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

No, that wasn't entirely true., there was something he could do. Keep his mouth shut.

The friendship he had with Taehyung was one of the most important things in his life. It had survived years of schedules, stress, distance, arguments, growing pains, and everything else that came with spending so much of their lives together. The thought of risking that friendship for feelings that might never be returned terrified him more than he wanted to admit. So, he had made a decision a long time ago. He would keep it to himself. No matter how much it hurt.

The problem was that Taehyung seemed determined to make that difficult.

"Jungkook-ah."

The familiar voice startled him from his thoughts. Looking up, he found Taehyung standing directly in front of him, holding out a bottle of water.

"You looked like you were about to pass out."

Jungkook accepted it automatically, their fingers brushing for the briefest moment. Such a small thing. So insignificant. Yet his traitorous heart reacted instantly, a familiar warmth spreading through his chest.

"I'm fine," he said, unscrewing the cap before taking a drink of the cool liquid.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes slightly. "You say that every time."

"Because it's true."

"Hmm." The sound was unconvinced.

Jungkook had to resist the urge to smile. Taehyung always noticed things. He noticed when Jungkook was tired, when he skipped meals, when he was unusually quiet, when something was bothering him. Sometimes it felt as though Taehyung could read him far too easily, and Jungkook often wondered if that should frighten him more than it did.

Before either of them could continue, someone called Taehyung's name from across the room. He glanced over his shoulder before looking back at Jungkook.

"Don't stay here all night, okay?"

The smile he flashed him was effortless, the kind that made Jungkook's chest ache. Then he turned and walked away.

Jungkook watched him go before forcing himself to look elsewhere. This was exactly why he needed to keep his distance emotionally. A smile shouldn't affect him this much, a casual conversation shouldn't stay in his mind for hours afterward. Yet he already knew that later tonight, when he was trying to fall asleep, he would remember this interaction in perfect detail.

It was embarrassing. More than that, it was exhausting.

By the time he finally left the building, the sun had long since disappeared. The city glowed beneath the evening sky, streetlights casting pools of golden light across the sidewalks while distant traffic hummed steadily in the background. Normally Jungkook enjoyed walks like this. They gave him time to clear his head after long practices. Tonight, however, his thoughts refused to cooperate.

Every attempt to think about something else somehow led him right back to Taehyung.

The way he'd smiled earlier. The way he'd remembered to bring him water. The way he'd looked at him with such easy affection.

Jungkook sighed heavily and dragged a hand through his hair. "This is getting ridiculous." The words slipped out before he could stop them.

A passerby glanced at him strangely. Jungkook immediately pretended he hadn't spoken. Great. Now he was talking to himself, as if things weren't bad enough already.

Still shaking his head, he continued walking. He had only made it another few steps when a strange sensation suddenly rippled through his body.

At first, he thought it was exhaustion. The feeling resembled pins and needles, spreading from the tips of his fingers through his arms and chest. But within seconds it intensified into something far stranger. His vision blurred. The lights around him smeared together into glowing streaks. Dizziness hit so suddenly that he stumbled, catching himself against the nearest wall.

"What the..." The words died in his throat, panic starting to rise up in him. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

His entire body felt as though it was being pulled in opposite directions at once. Panic surged through him as the sensation grew stronger. The world seemed to tilt sideways. His balance vanished completely. For one terrifying moment he thought he was about to collapse.

Then everything stopped. The silence that followed felt almost unnatural. Heart pounding, Jungkook slowly opened his eyes.

Immediately, confusion crashed into him. For some reason the wall beside him looked enormous. Not large. Enormous. Towering above him in a way that made no sense whatsoever.

His breath caught. Slowly…he lowered his gaze.

White fur.

Tiny paws.

Long ears.

For several seconds, his brain simply refused to process what he was seeing. The image before him felt disconnected from reality, like a dream he hadn't yet woken from. He lifted one paw experimentally.

And it moved…he froze.

No.

He tried to speak, but it wasn’t his usual human tone that emerged, instead was a tiny squeak. Pure horror flooded through him.

He tried again. Another squeak, the sound echoed faintly through the quiet street. His heart began racing so fast it felt painful.

This couldn't be happening, people did not randomly turn into rabbits, that wasn't something that happened. Yet every piece of evidence in front of him suggested otherwise.

Jungkook staggered backwards, nearly tripping over his own oversized ears. He stared down at himself in disbelief, desperately trying to think of a logical explanation. A hallucination. A dream. A mental breakdown. Literally anything else.

Then a familiar voice spoke from nearby.

"Oh?"

Every muscle in Jungkook's tiny body locked up.

Slowly, he turned around. Standing a few feet away was Taehyung, holding a takeout bag and looking directly at him.

Of all the people in Seoul. Of all the possible people he could have run into. It had to be Taehyung. The universe, Jungkook decided, hated him.

Taehyung crouched immediately, concern softening his features as he looked at the small white rabbit sitting alone on the sidewalk.

"Where did you come from?"

Jungkook could only stare in mute horror. Unfortunately, his body chose that exact moment to betray him.

Instead of running away, he found himself hopping forward. Directly toward Taehyung. A surprised smile spread across man’s face.

"Oh, you're friendly." Jungkook's rabbit heart nearly stopped. He was doomed.

Jungkook's first instinct was to run. Unfortunately, once again his body acted on its own accord, with it seemed to have developed entirely new instincts without consulting him first.

Instead of bolting in the opposite direction like any sensible person trapped in the body of a rabbit should, he found himself frozen beneath Taehyung's gaze. Up close, the familiarity of him was almost overwhelming. The soft brown hair falling across his forehead, the gentle curve of his smile, the warmth that always seemed to radiate from him no matter the situation, it was all painfully recognizable. For a moment Jungkook almost forgot about the fact that he had somehow transformed into a small white rabbit. Then Taehyung reached forward carefully, as though afraid of scaring him, and reality came crashing back.

"There you are," Taehyung murmured softly. The hand that settled against the top of Jungkook's head was warm. He nearly short circuited at the gesture.

The petting lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to send his already chaotic thoughts spiralling into complete disarray. He stared up at Taehyung in disbelief as the older man laughed quietly.

"You're really cute."

Jungkook wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Cute.

Taehyung had called him cute before, plenty of times. Usually after he had done something embarrassing or accidentally acted younger than he intended. But hearing it now while Taehyung was literally petting him somehow felt infinitely worse.

Or better. Possibly both…he wasn't sure anymore.

"Did somebody lose you?" Taehyung asked.  "I don't see a collar."

Taehyung glanced around the sidewalk, looking for signs of an owner nearby. When nobody appeared, a small frown crossed his face.

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself." The concern in his voice was immediate and genuine.

Jungkook's chest tightened. That was simply who Taehyung was, even for a random rabbit he had found on the street, his first reaction was worry.

After another moment of looking around, Taehyung sighed and glanced back down at him.

"Well, I can't just leave you here."

Jungkook had a very bad feeling about where this was going. A few seconds later, he found himself being gently lifted into Taehyung's arms. The feeling was so unexpected that he completely forgot to panic.

One moment his paws had been touching the pavement. The next, he was being cradled securely against Taehyung's chest.

Warm, that was Jungkook's first coherent thought. Taehyung was warm. The second was that he could hear his heartbeat. The third was that this was probably the most pathetic moment of his entire life.

A grown man hopelessly in love with his best friend had somehow been transformed into a rabbit and was now being carried home like a stray animal.

"You don't seem scared at all," Taehyung commented as he started walking.

Jungkook buried his face against the front of his jacket because he absolutely was scared. Just not for the reasons Taehyung thought.

The journey to Taehyung's apartment felt simultaneously endless and far too short. Jungkook spent most of it trying to figure out how exactly his life had gone so catastrophically wrong. Every possible explanation sounded ridiculous, yet none of them were more ridiculous than the reality he was currently experiencing. By the time they finally arrived, he had made absolutely no progress.

The familiar building entrance came into view. They came through the entrance and moved into the elevator. After that they then came to the hallway. And finally, they were at Taehyung's apartment door.

Jungkook had been here before, of course. Plenty of times. Sometimes with the other members, sometimes alone. Yet entering it now felt strangely different. Maybe because he wasn't entering as himself. Maybe because he had no idea if he would ever become himself again.

The thought made his stomach sink.

The apartment was quiet when Taehyung stepped inside. He kicked off his shoes near the entrance before carefully setting Jungkook down on the floor.

"There."

Immediately, Jungkook found himself staring upward, everything looked gigantic. The couch, the coffee table, the kitchen island, even familiar objects suddenly seemed humongous from his new perspective.

For a brief moment he simply sat there, overwhelmed by the strange reality of it all. Then Taehyung crouched beside him again.

"Let's figure out what to do with you."

The fact that Taehyung was talking to him as though he were an actual rabbit rather than a deeply mortified human being trapped inside one should have bothered Jungkook. Instead, he found it oddly comforting.

Taehyung disappeared briefly into the kitchen before returning with a shallow bowl of water.

"You're probably thirsty."

Jungkook stared at it. Absolutely not, there was no way. He still has some dignity left…at least he thinks he does.

Taehyung tilted his head.

"Go on." Jungkook remained perfectly still.

A smile tugged at Taehyung's lips.

"You're stubborn."

The words sounded suspiciously familiar. Before Jungkook could stop himself, he took a tentative step forward. Then another.

A minute later he was drinking from the bowl. His dignity officially died at approximately eight forty-three in the evening.

"There you go." Jungkook wanted to disappear. Instead, he continued to drink.

When he finally looked up again, Taehyung was smiling. Something soft settled in Jungkook's chest.

The expression reminded him of all the countless small moments they'd shared over the years. Movie nights, long conversations after schedules, quiet evenings spent doing absolutely nothing. The memories arrived one after another until his chest ached with them.

He loved him.

That was the simple truth of it, he loved Taehyung so much that sometimes it felt unbearable. And now he was sitting in the middle of Taehyung's apartment as a rabbit.

Life was strange.

The rest of the evening passed surprisingly peacefully. Once Taehyung determined that the mysterious rabbit wasn't about to destroy his apartment, he allowed Jungkook to wander while he prepared dinner. Jungkook explored cautiously, hopping from room to room and discovering countless tiny details he had never noticed during previous visits. There were books stacked beside the couch, half-finished sketches sitting on a side table, a sweater borrowed from Jimin draped carelessly over a chair. Small pieces of Taehyung's life that felt more intimate than they should.

Occasionally Taehyung would glance over and start talking to him again. The strangest part was how natural it seemed.

"Don't chew that." Jungkook immediately stopped investigating a nearby cushion.

"Thank you."

A few minutes later "You're following me around now?" Jungkook absolutely was, he just refused to acknowledge it.

By the time dinner was finished, Taehyung had apparently decided they were friends. "You're lucky you're cute." Jungkook nearly walked into a table leg.

As the evening settled around them, a warmth gradually filled the apartment. The television played quietly in the background while Taehyung relaxed on the couch, absentmindedly reaching down every so often to pet the rabbit curled beside him. Each touch sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through Jungkook.

Yet despite that embarrassment, he found himself inching closer every time. Because this was Taehyung. And for once, he didn't have to worry about hiding how desperately he wanted to be near him.

If Jungkook was being honest with himself, he should have been spending every second searching for a solution. He should have been panicking, he should have been trying to figure out how to become human again. Instead, he was curled beside Taehyung on the couch while the older man absentmindedly stroked a hand through his fur. The realization alone was enough to make him question his priorities.

The television continued playing in the background, some movie that neither of them seemed particularly invested in. Taehyung's attention drifted constantly. Sometimes he watched the screen, sometimes he checked his phone. Most of the time, however, he seemed content to simply sit there with one hand resting on Jungkook's back.

The gentle motion should not have been affecting him this much. Yet every pass of Taehyung's fingers seemed to melt away another layer of tension he hadn't realized he was carrying.

Perhaps that was the dangerous thing about Taehyung, being around him always felt easy. Jungkook had spent years trying not to think too deeply about why that was. Tonight, unfortunately, he had little else to do.

"You know," Taehyung suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I should probably give you a name."

Jungkook looked up immediately. A name?

Taehyung considered him thoughtfully.

"Hmm."

Jungkook didn't like that expression. It was the same expression Taehyung wore whenever he was about to do something ridiculous.

"You look like a Mochi."

Jungkook nearly fell over. Of all the names available in the entire world.

"No?"

Taehyung tilted his head, Jungkook flattened his ears in response.

"Okay, maybe not." Thank God.

"What about Snowball?" Absolutely not.

"Cotton?" Worse.

"Bean?"

Jungkook wasn't sure which was more embarrassing; the fact that Taehyung was naming him like a pet or the fact that part of him found it incredibly endearing.

Taehyung laughed quietly at his apparent disapproval. "You have a lot of opinions for a rabbit."

If only you knew. The thought appeared instantly. Jungkook's ears drooped slightly…if only you knew. The words lingered, because eventually this had to end. Eventually Taehyung would find out he wasn't actually a rabbit, assuming Jungkook ever became human again.

And then what?

The embarrassment alone would be enough to haunt him for the rest of his life. How exactly was he supposed to explain any of this? Sorry, Taehyung. That rabbit you've been carrying around and talking to all evening was actually me.

No. There was no version of that conversation that ended well.

A sigh escaped Taehyung. Jungkook glanced up, the older man's attention had shifted toward the darkened window across the room.

His smile had faded slightly, something thoughtful had taken its place. For a few moments neither of them moved. Then Taehyung spoke again, his voice was quieter this time.

"You know, it's kind of nice having company." Jungkook stilled.

The words weren't particularly unusual, yet something about the way Taehyung said them caught his attention. Taehyung continued petting him absentmindedly.

"I spend a lot of time alone." His lips curved into a small smile.

"Not completely alone, obviously. The members are always around." Jungkook's chest tightened.

"But sometimes it's different." The smile faded.

"Sometimes I miss people even when they're nearby."

The confession was so unexpected that Jungkook almost forgot to breathe. For years, he had watched Taehyung take care of other people.

Make them laugh, comfort them, support them. Yet moments like this reminded him that Taehyung carried his own loneliness too.

That he wasn't invincible, that he needed comfort just as much as everyone else.

Without thinking, Jungkook hopped forward, then climbed directly into his lap and settled his small, fluffy body down. The movement surprised both of them.

For a second they simply stared at each other, then Taehyung's expression softened completely.

"Aww." Jungkook immediately regretted everything.

"You came over here because you felt bad for me?"

No.

Absolutely not.

Well…maybe a little.

Taehyung's smile returned, this time it looked more genuine. His hand settled gently against Jungkook's side.

"Thank you."

The sincerity in his voice made Jungkook's chest ache, because he would have done anything to make Taehyung smile.

Anything. And somehow, tonight, simply existing seemed enough.

The movie ended sometime later.

Neither of them noticed.

The apartment had grown darker, illuminated mostly by warm lamplight spilling across the living room. Outside, the city lights glittered through the windows like distant stars. Jungkook had almost drifted off when he felt Taehyung shift beneath him.

"Come on."

The older man stretched.

"We should probably sleep."

Sleep. Jungkook's eyes widened. For some reason, he hadn't actually considered what would happen when bedtime arrived.

Apparently he should have. Taehyung carefully lifted him into his arms again before standing, Jungkook immediately buried his face in his chest.

Not because he was embarrassed, definitely not, he simply didn't trust himself to survive prolonged eye contact.

The walk to the bedroom was short. Still, Jungkook's heart managed to speed up anyway.

The room itself was familiar, he'd seen it before during previous visits. The two of them had hanged out on the bed many times before, joking around, playing video games, or even falling asleep after long tiring days. Yet now, in the quiet stillness of night, it somehow felt more private. More personal.

Taehyung set him down on the bed, the mattress dipped beneath his tiny weight.

"There."

Jungkook looked around cautiously. The blankets smelled faintly of laundry detergent and something uniquely Taehyung.

His stomach immediately performed an embarrassing little flip. No, he was not going to think about that.

Taehyung disappeared briefly into the bathroom, the sound of running water reached him a moment later.

Jungkook took the opportunity to compose himself. Everything was fine. He was just a rabbit, but surely it was only temporarily. He hoped so at least.

Then Taehyung returned, and Jungkook almost launched himself off the bed.

Simply because seeing Taehyung relaxed and comfortable in his own home somehow felt strangely intimate. It was a side of him that the public rarely saw, a side that Jungkook cherished perhaps a little too much.

Taehyung then made his way to the closet and pulled out a pair of comfortable pyjamas, he placed them down on the side before grasping the hem of his shirt and began to pull it over his head.

Immediately deciding self-preservation was the wiser option, Jungkook turned around. Completely, facing the opposite direction. If he couldn't see Taehyung changing into his sleep clothes, then maybe his dignity could survive the night.

Maybe.

Behind him, he heard Taehyung laugh, a genuine laugh. "What are you doing?" Jungkook refused to move.

The mattress shifted, then shifted again. A moment later, a familiar hand brushed gently over his back.

"You really are weird." Jungkook couldn't exactly argue with that.

Eventually the lights clicked off and darkness settled across the room. The city glow filtering through the curtains provided just enough illumination for shapes to remain visible.

For several minutes, silence filled the space.

Taehyung laid down comfortably underneath the duvet as Jungkook still found himself at the foot of the bed, shyly staring at the older man. A thought wriggled its way into his head…no, absolutely not, and yet he found his body moving anyway. He slowly made his way forward, and carefully curled himself against Taehyung's chest.

The older man looked over the small rabbit that now occupied his chest, there was a prolonged pause. For one terrifying second Jungkook thought that he might move him off.

Instead, Taehyung simply adjusted instinctively, one arm coming up around him. Holding him close. Safe, warm, and protected.

For a while neither of them moved. Then, in the darkness, Taehyung spoke, voice soft and barely above a whisper.

"Thank you, little guy." Jungkook's chest tightened. A small smile pulled at Taehyung's lips, and then, after a moment of silence, he continued talking. As though speaking to a friend, as though speaking to someone who could actually understand him. And without realizing it, Jungkook found himself listening more closely than ever.

For a while, Taehyung spoke about completely ordinary things. Lying there in the darkness with Jungkook curled against his chest, he talked quietly about his day, about a song that had been stuck in his head all week, about a movie he'd watched recently that hadn't lived up to the hype.

His voice drifted lazily through the room, accompanied by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath Jungkook's cheek. The sound was familiar enough that Jungkook found himself relaxing despite everything. It reminded him of countless nights spent talking together over the years, conversations that had stretched well past midnight simply because neither of them had wanted to be the first to say goodnight.

There had always been something comforting about Taehyung's voice when the rest of the world was quiet. Maybe it was because he sounded softer when he was tired. Maybe it was because late at night people tended to stop pretending. Whatever the reason, Jungkook found himself listening more closely than he had listened to anything in a long time.

At some point, the conversation began to change. It happened so gradually that Jungkook almost didn't notice it. One moment Taehyung was talking about trivial things, the next there was a thoughtful pause hanging between his words. Jungkook felt the older man's fingers move absentmindedly through the fur along his back before stilling slightly. A quiet sigh escaped him, not tired but contemplative, and something about it immediately put Jungkook on alert.

"You know," Taehyung murmured after a moment, his voice barely louder than the hum of the city beyond the window, "you're actually a pretty good listener."

A faint smile tugged at Jungkook's mouth despite himself. If only Taehyung knew. If only he knew that every word was being absorbed by a person rather than a rabbit. The irony of the situation was almost enough to make him laugh.

"I guess that's because you can't interrupt me," Taehyung continued, letting out a quiet chuckle. The sound vibrated through his chest beneath Jungkook, warm and familiar. "Maybe that's why I'm telling you all this."

Something in Jungkook's stomach tightened.

The words weren't particularly alarming on their own, but the tone behind them was different now. More vulnerable. More serious. The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift almost imperceptibly, as though they had wandered across an invisible line without either of them realizing it. Jungkook lifted his head slightly, just enough to glance up at Taehyung's face. In the dim light filtering through the curtains, he could see the thoughtful expression there, the way his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling rather than on anything around him.

"I've been thinking a lot lately," Taehyung admitted quietly. "Probably too much."

A small smile appeared on his face before fading almost immediately. He seemed to hesitate, as though debating whether or not to continue. Jungkook's heart began to beat faster. Instinctively, he felt himself brace for something, though he wasn't entirely sure what.

"I've been thinking about someone."

The words landed heavily.

Immediately, Jungkook felt his body tense. His first reaction was denial. There were countless people Taehyung could be talking about. Friends, family, colleagues, anyone. Yet something in the way he said it made Jungkook's pulse stumble.

"It's kind of embarrassing, actually," Taehyung continued with a soft laugh. "I don't think I've ever really said any of this out loud before." Jungkook swallowed hard.

A strange feeling had begun creeping into his chest. Hope. Dangerous, unwanted hope. He tried to crush it immediately. He had spent years carefully managing his expectations, years convincing himself that wanting more would only end in disappointment. Allowing himself to believe something impossible now would be a mistake. But then Taehyung kept talking.

"I've known him for years." The single word hit Jungkook like lightning.

Him. For a second, his brain simply stopped functioning. Taehyung either didn't notice or chose not to acknowledge the way the rabbit in his arms had suddenly gone completely rigid.

"I don't think I noticed when things started changing," he admitted. "At first he was just...him. Someone important. Someone I cared about, but after a while I started realizing that every good thing that happened made me want to tell him first." His voice had grown quieter now, softer than before.

"If something bad happened, I wanted him there too. And somehow..." Taehyung paused, smiling faintly to himself. "Somehow he became the person I looked for without thinking about it."

Jungkook felt like his heart was lodged somewhere in his throat. Every word sounded painfully familiar; every confession mirrored thoughts he had carried inside himself for years. It felt like listening to someone read pages torn directly from his own diary.

"I always thought falling in love would feel obvious," Taehyung said after a moment. "Like there would be some huge moment where everything suddenly clicked into place. But it wasn't like that. It was small things."

The smile on his face softened.

"It was noticing when he wasn't smiling. Missing him even when I'd seen him earlier that day. Feeling happier just because he was nearby." He laughed quietly and shook his head. "I kept telling myself it wasn't anything, that I was overthinking it. But eventually that stopped working."

Jungkook couldn't breathe, his entire body felt frozen. Because deep down, he already knew where this was going. He just didn't dare believe it.

The silence stretched for a few seconds before Taehyung finally spoke again. "Somewhere along the way," he whispered, "I fell in love with him."

Jungkook's chest tightened painfully, the room seemed to shrink around him. Every instinct he possessed was screaming at him not to hope.

Not yet.

Not until-

"I think I love Jungkook."

Everything stopped.

The words echoed through his mind again and again, each repetition somehow feeling more impossible than the last. Jungkook. Taehyung had said Jungkook. Not somebody else, not another person. Him. The shock was so overwhelming that for several seconds he genuinely wondered whether he was dreaming. Whether his exhausted mind had finally snapped and started inventing fantasies too cruel to be believable.

Then a familiar sensation suddenly swept through his body.

At first it was little more than a strange warmth spreading beneath his skin. But within seconds it intensified into something much stronger. His breath caught. Panic exploded inside him immediately as he recognized the feeling.

It was happening again. The same sensation from the street. The same impossible feeling that had transformed him into a rabbit hours earlier. Only now it was stronger, far stronger.

The warmth became pressure. The pressure became something almost painful. His body felt as though it was stretching apart and reforming simultaneously. The room tilted. The mattress shifted beneath him. Somewhere above him, Taehyung's expression changed from thoughtful confusion to alarm.

"What-?"

The word was barely out of his mouth before the transformation completed. One moment Jungkook was a rabbit curled against Taehyung's chest. The next he was human, and lying directly on top of him.

For one impossibly long moment, neither of them moved.

Jungkook could only stare. The warmth of Taehyung beneath him, the pressure of the blankets tangled around their legs, the look of pure shock on Taehyung's face, it all felt unreal. His mind refused to catch up with what had just happened. A few seconds ago he had been a rabbit. A few seconds before that he had been listening to Taehyung confess feelings that Jungkook had spent years convincing himself could never exist. Now he was human again, sprawled on top of the very person he loved, and there was nowhere left to hide.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung's voice cracked slightly. His eyes were impossibly wide. "What? How-were you-"

Panic hit Jungkook all at once.

Before Taehyung could finish the question, Jungkook scrambled backwards. His movements were clumsy, tangled by blankets and confusion alike. He nearly fell from the bed entirely before managing to reach the wall. The moment his back hit it, his legs folded beneath him. He drew his knees tightly against his chest as though he could somehow make himself smaller, disappear into the corner, become invisible.

"I'm sorry." The words burst out before he could stop them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't know what was happening, I swear I didn't-!" His voice shook so badly he barely recognised it.

Everything was crashing into him at once. The humiliation of being discovered, the shock of hearing Taehyung's confession, the overwhelming relief that he was human again. Years and years of feelings he had carefully buried beneath smiles and friendship and silence. He couldn't separate any of it anymore.

Tears blurred his vision. "I didn't know what to do," he continued desperately. "I woke up like that and then you found me, and I couldn't tell you anything and I just-" His breathing hitched.

"I didn't mean to listen." The lie sounded weak even to his own ears.

Of course he had listened. How could he not?

Every word Taehyung had spoken had felt like something precious, something impossible, something he had never expected to hear.

The tears finally spilled over.

Jungkook lowered his head, unable to look at him anymore. The embarrassment alone was unbearable. He had spent years protecting this friendship from his feelings. Years making sure Taehyung never had to deal with the burden of them, and now everything had fallen apart in a single night.

The room had gone strangely quiet. Jungkook was so overwhelmed that he barely noticed movement on the bed, didn’t hear footsteps crossing the room. It wasn't until a pair of warm hands gently cradled his face that he looked up.

His breath caught. Taehyung was kneeling in front of him, close enough that Jungkook could see every detail of his expression. The shock was still there, the confusion too. But neither of those things was what stood out most.

What Jungkook noticed was the sadness, the concern. The way Taehyung was looking at him as though his first priority wasn't what had happened, but whether Jungkook was okay.

"Hey." The word was soft, too soft.

"Look at me." Jungkook swallowed hard. Taehyung's thumbs brushed gently across his cheeks, wiping away tears he hadn't even realized were still falling.

"What happened?" The question wasn't demanding, tt wasn't angry. If anything, it sounded worried. Jungkook closed his eyes briefly before forcing himself to answer.

Slowly, haltingly, he explained everything. How he had left practice, how he had suddenly transformed, how terrified he had been, how Taehyung had found him before he'd even figured out what was happening. The words came easier than he expected. Perhaps because after everything else that had happened tonight, turning into a rabbit no longer felt like the strangest part of the story.

Taehyung listened without interrupting. Throughout Jungkook's entire explanation, he never once let go of him. His hands remained warm against Jungkook's face, grounding him whenever his voice threatened to break apart completely. By the time Jungkook finally ran out of things to say, silence settled over the room once more. The city lights beyond the curtains cast faint shadows across Taehyung's features, illuminating the concern in his eyes. There were still questions there, confusion too, but none of it outweighed the gentleness with which he was looking at him.

Jungkook lowered his gaze. There was still one thing left to say. The hardest thing.

"I heard what you said," he admitted quietly. The words felt fragile leaving his mouth, as though they might shatter if spoken too loudly. His chest tightened painfully. "I heard all of it."

A shaky laugh escaped him, though there was no real amusement behind it. "I guess that's obvious." Taehyung didn't respond immediately, he simply waited.

The patience in that silence somehow made everything harder. "You don't have to worry about it," Jungkook continued before he could lose his nerve completely. Every word felt wrong the moment it left him, but he forced himself onward. "You can just forget it happened."

The faint crease that appeared between Taehyung's brows told him exactly what he thought of that suggestion, but Jungkook couldn't stop now. If he paused for even a second, he knew the fear sitting in his chest would swallow him whole.

"I know what you said, but..." His voice cracked. He swallowed hard and tried again. "I don't think you really understand." The tears he'd finally gotten under control threatened to return.

"I love you."

The confession settled between them.

Simple.

Terrifying.

Years of carefully guarded feelings condensed into three words.

Jungkook stared down at his hands. He couldn't bring himself to look at Taehyung while saying the rest.

"I love you so much that sometimes I don't know what to do with it," he whispered. His fingers tightened together in his lap. "I've loved you for so long that it just became part of me. I stopped expecting anything from it, I stopped hoping." His vision blurred.

"But that doesn't mean you should feel the same way." The words hurt, maybe because some part of him no longer believed them. Maybe because another part desperately wanted them to be wrong. Either way, he forced himself to continue.

"You're amazing, Tae. You always have been." A weak laugh escaped him. "You've probably heard people tell you that a thousand times, but it's true. You're kind, and you're patient, and you make people feel loved without even trying. You deserve someone incredible." His shoulders trembled.

"You deserve someone better than me…"

The familiar insecurities surfaced immediately, as though they had been waiting for their opportunity. Every doubt he'd ever carried about himself. Every reason he'd convinced himself to stay silent all these years. Every fear that had made him bury his feelings beneath friendship.

"I never expected you to love me back," he admitted. "I never even thought it was possible. And honestly..." His voice broke completely. "I don't think I deserve-"

"Jungkook."

The word cut cleanly through the spiral. Firm and certain. Enough to stop him instantly.

Slowly, he looked up.

At some point during his rambling, Taehyung had moved closer. The distance between them had nearly disappeared entirely. His expression was serious now, not angry or frustrated, but deeply sincere. There was a sadness in his eyes that made Jungkook's chest ache.

"Don't say that." The words were quiet. Yet somehow, they carried more weight than anything else that had been said that night.

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung leaned forward until their foreheads touched. The contact was so gentle that it almost undid him. For a moment, every anxious thought in his head simply stopped.

"You don't get to decide what you deserve for me," Taehyung said softly. His voice was low enough that Jungkook could feel the words as much as hear them. "And you definitely don't get to decide who I'm allowed to love."

Jungkook could only stare at him. The tears had stopped, not because the emotions were gone, but because suddenly there was no room for anything except Taehyung. The way he was looking at him, the certainty in his expression, the warmth of his forehead pressed against his own.

"If I'd known it was you," Taehyung continued, a faint smile finally appearing at the corner of his mouth, "I would've been a lot clearer." The smile was small, soft, completely free of doubt. And when he spoke again, there was no hesitation whatsoever.

"I love you."

The words hit harder the second time. Perhaps because now, they were being said directly to him. Not to a rabbit, but to Jungkook.

Years of fear seemed to unravel all at once. Every excuse he'd created for why Taehyung could never return his feelings, every wall he'd built to protect himself, every carefully maintained distance.

Gone.

Just gone.

The realization stole his breath.

"I love you too," he whispered. The confession felt different now. Lighter. Freer. Like something that had finally been allowed into the open after years spent hidden away. His cheeks were still damp with tears when he smiled.

"So much."

Relief flooded Taehyung's expression so quickly that it made Jungkook's chest ache. A soft laugh escaped him, and suddenly they both seemed a little less fragile than they had moments before.

Without thinking, Jungkook reached for him, his hands found Taehyung's immediately.

Warm, familiar, and real.

For a long moment neither of them moved. They simply sat there, looking at one another as though they were both trying to make sure this wasn't another impossible dream. Jungkook couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this exposed, or this safe.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he leaned forward, his heart hammered against his ribs. A thousand old fears tried to resurface. What if he'd misunderstood? What if-

The doubts vanished the moment Taehyung moved too, meeting him halfway. Closing the remaining distance without hesitation.

The kiss was gentle.

Not rushed, not desperate.

Just certain.

Years of unspoken feelings condensed into a single moment beneath the glow of distant city lights. When their lips finally met, Jungkook felt something inside him settle for the first time in a very long while.

Maybe impossible things happened more often than people thought, after all, he'd turned into a rabbit that afternoon.

And somehow, unbelievably, that wasn't even the most miraculous thing that had happened that day.