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If it isn't a date then he'll just eat the flowers like he had been picturing throughout the drive, Taehyung frowning and Jimin laughing that it wasn't actually a date. First, he would laugh nervously before embarrassing himself more by picking at the petals with his teeth (strange quirk of his since a child) and possibly storming off back to his car and cry himself to sleep for hours.

"Jungkook?"

Oh god he's looking at me, Jungkook blinks in surprise, he recalls staring at a black door and not knocking it. Oh god, because I'm the freaking weirdo just standing and staring at his front door.

He wants to run. How long had he been standing there? Taehyung has front porch cameras--Oh fuck!

"Are you okay? If you don't want to be here--are those flowers for Jimin and me? Oh! They're so pretty!"

Like magic, Jungkook breathes out and smiles. Nodding as the two roses were given to Taehyung, who was dressed in PJ's and his hair was wild, clear that he had been in bed a while. Jungkook suddenly hated that he worried he had misread the couple, from the start they had shown interest and he would always shrug them off and tried so hard to be respectful of their relationship. Even when Jimin tried to kiss him in front of Taehyung, Jungkook spilled his drink as way to stop him, thinking that maybe Jimin was too drunk. But Jimin was sober, it was Taehyung who had been rolling around the house to get his water and snacks, because 'walking is too difficult.'

"You were thinking the flowers was going to make things weird, huh?" Taehyung chuckled, pulling Jungkook by elbow inside the house and throwing the door shut. The mess of brown hair hopping full of giddiness past the youngest, a flower in each hand as he called for his boyfriend. "Jungkook is here!"

Behind, Jungkook follows silently to the living room where Jimin stood in front of the TV, remote in hand to lower the volume.

"He got us a flower each, doesn't that remind you of something?"

Written on a whim, scene inspiration from song 'Getting Further Away' by Vague003. This is for me to keep. Drafting. And unless you get what exactly is happening (don't worry if you don't, you're not really meant to since it's so vague) here, then only I do. This is for a fan-fiction I'm planning to write/type probably never.

If curious, it's generally about a couple, Jimin and Jinae, that had just started college with the mindset that everything is perfectly mapped out in their lives. That is, until they meet the one and only eccentric man, Taehyung.

Random scene #1 [Warning: just a poorly planned scene, but needed to get the idea out]

Jinae wouldn't be able to describe it...how it felt, but the mental picture was clear; a tornado going at full speed, wasting no time in consuming every house in the neighborhood and simply zigzagging towards her. The sight made her heart race despite her legs staying locked in place, a reflex she had grown accustomed to over the years. She could only remain witness to this, emotions versus feelings, having and knowing. In that tornado were the experiences and in her were the reactions, the loosely tied awarness of what there is, which she couldn't quite release until she was hit.

Jimin's fingers reached so close to her flushed cheek, a touch that resembles a kiss, always sealed by the sparkle and curve of his eyes. And she was prepared for it, the butterflies in her stomach certainly were.

Until she wasn't.

She wasn't for prepared for it.

"Jinae," it was Taehyung's voice behind Jimin. "I forgot to tell you that your tat's pretty cute. What does it mean?"

The warmth that her boyfriend's fingers radiated suddenly turned cold to the touch; he tapped her cheek with his index finger only. His eyes didn't sparkle, they went opaque, and the curve that contained a smile dissipated. The experience triggered something different. Something bad. Jimin wasn't happy. He faked it and Jinae could only witness this.

He's just jealous, only jealous, she wanted to believe.

Jimin was the type to tense up when someone complimented his girlfriend. She knew this. She was no stranger to Jimin's incapability to hide his physical reaction toward any words directed to her from another male. He always said she was his to see and admire alone. For sure, nothing ever turned off the fire in his eyes when he looked at her.

Yet, exactly, that happened.

"I have the same one too," Jimin responded almost instantly. "We shares many beginnings together, daffodils symbolizes just that. A flower per. "

She couldn't believe it. The change. How the tornado had never really reached her all these years until this very moment. A truth that she didn't realize she had blatantly ignored, because she had been so selfish.

It wasn't a surprise to her, though, she always had quite the imagination. The young adult had the ability to make it vivid enough.

Enough to block out both his and her reality.

"Am I not worthy enough to be a new 'beginning' in y'twos lives?" Taehyung joked and laughed lightly.

But Jinae didn't, nor Jimin (of course, he spared a small smile for the man's sake). It was more than obvious that Taehyung is, indeed, and evidently, a new beginning.

"Do you know what new beginnings are about?" Jimin made the mistake to push. He could only look down at his crossed legs, just as shocked as Jinae was.

"Uh yeah," Taehyung scoffed, feigning being hurt by the question the couple certainly didn't want answered. "In that package it includes 'meeting someone new'."