Brother, You Smell Good [TaeKook]
Introduction
After a seven-year-long relationship, just as Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook were about to get married, Kim Taehyung was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
In the final moments, lying on the hospital bed, his once-proud and strong lover held his hand tightly, crying uncontrollably.
When Kim Taehyung opened his eyes again, he traveled back twelve years to the year he turned 18, just after finishing the college entrance exams.
Given a second chance at life, Taehyung decided on two goals:
1. Take care of his health.
2. Live a good life with Jeon Jungkook
Taehyung resolutely filled out his college application to Jungkook's former university, packed his belongings, and headed alone to the northern city where they had spent seven years together.
The FIRST time they met was at the freshman reception.
Jungkook was being confessed to by a junior, but his face showed clear disdain as he said
Jungkook
I'm straight, I’m not interested in men.
Taehyung distinctly remembered it was Jungkook who had made the first move on him.
The SECOND time they met was in their dorm room.
Taehyung had used a few connections to become Jungkook's roommate.
Jungkook threw an arm around his shoulders in a familiar way, leaned into his neck to sniff for a long moment, and asked
Jungkook
Brother, what did you put on? It smells good.
Taehyung replied with the name of a body wash brand.
It was Jungkook's favorite body wash—the same one that bore witness to countless passionate moments they shared in the bathroom.
The next day, an identical bottle of body wash appeared in their dorm bathroom.
The THIRD time they met was in the campus clinic.
An athletic student had been harassing the pretty freshman, Taehyung.
Jungkook strode up, shielding Taehyung behind him, his gaze icy as he said
Jungkook
My brother is a straight man.
Jungkook
Take your filthy thoughts elsewhere.
Taehyung
Actually, I'm not 💭
While Taehyung was torn over how to bend the still-closeted Jungkook.....
Jungkook seemed to be unknowingly courting him every day.
Jungkook
Taehyung and I hit it right away.
Jungkook
We’ll definitely be good brothers for life
Jungkook
What’s wrong with good brothers sharing a bed?
Jungkook
Good brothers should totally shower together.
Jungkook
We straight guys don’t care about stuff like that, do we?
Later, Jungkook began to notice a few peculiarities about his “good brother.”
He realized Taehyung seemed to have someone special in his heart.
His phone password was a date—(one that turned out to be their Future Anniversary.)
Tae even muttered someone’s nickname in his sleep.
And all this time, the body wash he had been using was the exact scent loved by that mysterious someone.
And… that "someone" seemed to be a man!
Jungkook was completely floored.
On the date of the anniversary of his previous life, Taehyung had dressed up carefully and bought Jungkook’s favorite small cake, hoping to celebrate this special day with him in this lifetime.
But as soon as he opened the dorm door, he was pinned against the wall
The familiar fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose as Jungkook, gritting his teeth, said:
Jungkook
You’re not allowed to be with some wild man.
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Author;: this is a super cute and super sweet story!!! And angst too.. 😖
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Credits go to the original novel, I'm converting this as a taekook book. Support the original author if u can!! Enjoy reading!
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Novel: [Brother, you smell good]
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Important Note: daily 1-2 chapters only👉👈, as I'm very busy 😖
Freshman
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Taehyung... Taehyung...!
Just before Taehyung's consciousness fully plunged into chaos, he heard his own name being screamed desperately.
Around his ring finger, something cool and firm encircled him, trying to hold on to his soul and prevent it from leaving.
A ring Jeon Jungkook had prepared to propose to him.
They had met in the early spring of 2023.
That year, broken and fragmented, he had come to Yancheng City alone to attend his mother’s funeral.
By chance, he ended up in Jungkook’s car by accident. Their story began there.
Later, due to his personality flaws, the two broke up and got back together for seven years.
Now, just as they were about to finally achieve happiness, Taehyung's life was coming to an end.
The ring could no longer fit the fingers of the young man who had become skin and bones after months of treatment. It slipped to the ground.
A small circle, engraved with the initials of their surnames, resembled the end of their relationship.
Suddenly, the sound of an alarm clock broke through the air
Taehyung abruptly opened his eyes, the peeling corners of paint on the ceiling slowly coming into focus.
The early September heat lingered, and the electric fan whirred as a thin layer of cold sweat coated his body
His pale fingers reached out to silence the blaring alarm on his cracked phone screen, shutting off the seven o'clock alarm
As soon as the alarm stopped, Taehyung sat up in bed and headed to the bathroom to wash up
The rental apartment's bathroom had a decent-sized mirror, reflecting the face of a boy, youthful and tender at around seventeen or eighteen years old.
Even though more than two months had passed, Taehyung still felt dazed.
It was as if he had died, then come back to life.
Taehyung couldn’t tell if the memories of a parallel version of himself had merged into his mind or if time had truly gone back, sending him back to the summer after his high school graduation at the age of eighteen.
At this point in time, he hadn’t yet started college, his mother was still alive, he hadn’t met Jungkook after graduation, and his body had yet to fail him.
He decisively changed his college application preferences, setting his first choice to a university located far in the north.
That very night, he boarded a train heading to Yancheng City.
From the south to the north, over a thousand kilometers.
The sleeper berth wasn’t comfortable to sleep in, but it saved money
Taehyung
I'm going to find Jeon Jungkook, and I'm going to find my mother.💭
Leveraging his title as the city’s top student, Taehyung contacted the university and secured a spot in Yanda’s faculty dormitory for over two months.
During that time, he worked part-time both on and off campus, saving up some living expenses and establishing a few connections.
Today was the day of Yanda’s freshman registration.
Tae was about to move into the new dormitory he had worked so hard to secure.
Taehyung
Jungkook was one year ahead of me and was currently a sophomore—my senior.💭
Taehyung had heard Jungkook mention numerous stories about his university days.
He knew that in Jungkook's freshman year, one of his dorm-mate had been diagnosed with a serious illness and had taken a leave of absence for treatment, leaving the bed empty until a new student moved in during his junior year.
Yanda’s dormitory allocation was notably flexible—so much so that it could be described as extremely accommodating.
Familiar new students could use the school’s online dormitory portal to request living together in advance.
Those who didn’t make a choice would be assigned rooms by default according to their major.
Room changes were also easy to arrange, and if students want to live off-campus or rent a house, the procedure can be easily approved
Taehyung seized the opportunity, leveraging the connections he’d made through his campus job to have himself "assigned" to Jungkook’s dormitory
In addition, he drafted a rough "Plan to Pursue Jeon Jungkook" in his phone’s notes app, its content brimming with inexperience and youthful naivety.
Taehyung
I couldn’t help it—I have no experience in such matters.💭
Taehyung
Even in my previous life together, it was Jungkook who had taken the initiative to pursue me.💭
But in this life, Taehyung wanted to be more proactive.
He wanted to make up for the countless times their relationship had fractured due to his personality flaws
Taehyung
I want to be with Jeon Jungkook early on.
I want to keep my body healthy.
I want to live a good life with him
After a quick rinse at the sink, Taehyung undressed, stepped under the shower, and let the water cascade over him.
He applied the body wash from the rack generously, scrubbing every inch of his skin, and after rinsing and drying off, he carefully smoothed on the matching brand of body lotion
The light, sweet scent of oranges enveloped him entirely.
Taehyung had never been this meticulous about self-care before.
When he was very young, his mother had divorced his father and left him.
Since then, there have been few women in his father's life.
In the past, he hadn’t even known what body lotion was.
He’d always bought the cheapest, most practical body wash he could find at the supermarket without a second thought
This habit was something Taehyung had gradually developed after being with Jungkook.
The northern climate was dry, and having lived in the south for so many years, he found it hard to adjust. .
Taehyung was either suffering from nosebleeds or painfully dry lips, and his hands had become rough and chapped
Before they moved in together, Jungkook had given him numerous lip balms and hand creams.
After they started living together, he even bought Taehyung body lotion and insisted on helping him apply it carefully after every shower.
The body wash Taehyung was using now was also Jungkook’s favorite scent.
It was something he had randomly discovered in a small campus supermarket during his university days.
Jungkook had used it ever since, never switching to another
That was the kind of person Jungkook was—resolute and loyal.
At Yanda, Dorm 520 in Building 11
Namjoon struggled to sit halfway up on his bed, braving the cold blast of the air conditioner as he glanced down at the two people below
Jungkook had already finished washing up and was dressed neatly, holding his phone and handling messages.
The other roommate, Hoseok, had also come out of the bathroom and was carefully changing clothes in front of the wardrobe
Namjoon, still half-asleep, glanced at the time and couldn’t help but click his tongue.
Hoseok cheerfully replied
Hoseok
Today’s the freshman orientation.
Hoseok
I’m going to pick up my girlfriend and help her move in
Hoseok was dating a junior from high school. She was one year below him and had excellent grades.
This year, she successfully entered the same university as him, and they had finally made it official.
Namjoon clicked his tongue again and then glanced at Jungkook, who was still engrossed in his phone.
Namjoon
Does this mean the dorm will soon just have me, the lonely bachelor?
One was obsessed with his relationship, always sticking with his partner.
The other (jk) was consumed by studying and academics, with a face so handsome it could drive people crazy.
In his freshman year alone, he had received countless love letters and confessions.
Who knows, maybe one day he would suddenly be taken.
As he changed, Hoseok casually said
Hoseok
Isn’t there a freshman moving in today?
Namjoon, upon hearing this, glanced at the empty bed across from him, clasped his hands together, and said
Namjoon
I hope it's a fellow shut-in single dog like me.
Hoseok shot him a glance, then laughed, saying
Hoseok
Get up already. The registration starts at 8 AM.
Hoseok
Since me and Brother Jungkook won’t be around, when the new guy arrives, you can entertain him.
Namjoon rolled out of bed, groaning
Jungkook was still absorbed in his phone, not paying much attention to the conversation between the two.
Today was the day for the freshman orientation, and he had volunteered to assist with the welcome activities.
Since Jungkook got up, his phone had been buzzing non-stop with messages from various groups.
Just as he finished replying to a message from a teacher, the student council president’s message suddenly popped up
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[The face of Yanda depends on you, Jungkook. We’ve arranged the best C-position for you. Hurry up and pick up your exclusive outfit!]
The Yanda campus was vast, split by a street that divided it into two sections.
The faculty dormitory and the student dormitory happened to be located in different areas.
Carrying his packed luggage, Taehyung slowly crossed the pedestrian bridge towards the opposite side.
Standing high on the bridge, he could see the Yanda sign and the bustling crowd of students below.
For some reason, he felt uneasy.
Taehyung
I'm about to see Jungkook. 💭
Taehyung
The nineteen-year-old Jungkook 💭
Taehyung
The Jungkook who doesn’t belong to me. 💭
By eight or nine in the morning, the sun had already risen, making the air a bit warm.
As the shouts of people selling phone screen protectors echoed from the bridge, Taehyung quickened his pace, burying his head as he silently reviewed the notes on his phone.
Taehyung
Jungkook loved oranges the most, and he also liked everything with an orange scent. 💭
Taehyung had just used orange-scented body wash, and now his body was "marinated" in that fragrance—
Taehyung
Surely, it would leave a good impression on Jungkook. 💭
Today was the freshman registration day, and many seniors would be volunteering for the orientation.
Taehyung guessed that Jungkook must be one of them. .
He just didn’t know in which area he would be or if they would even cross paths
Taehyung
But it wasn’t urgent. 💭
Taehyung
Even if we didn’t meet during the registration, I would see him at the dorm later. 💭
Taehyung
It was just a matter of time. 💭
In his memories, Jungkook had always liked it when he took the initiative.
So, when they met later, Taehyung decided he would greet him enthusiastically and call out “Senior!” to leave a good impression as someone easy to approach.
It would help pave the way for the distance between them in the future.
Descending from the bridge, Taehyung followed the crowd toward the main entrance of Yanda University.
Most of the new students had family members accompanying them, while he alone carried his luggage, looking out of place
Fortunately, Taehyung had already grown used to it.
He didn’t mind, as he had registered for school alone in his past life too.
What’s more, his thoughts were entirely occupied by Jungkook, leaving no room for anything else.
Soon, Tae's steps suddenly stopped. His breath quickened, and without realizing it, his eyes became a little red, with tears welling up.
The crowd around him continued to flow, but his world stood still as a figure appeared in his line of sight.
Jungkook, wearing a dog-ear headband, stood at the school gate, draped in a welcoming sash.
Alongside other senior students with animal headbands, he was smiling and answering questions for the new students passing by.
With his nearly 1.9-meter tall frame and striking appearance, Jungkook stood out as the brightest presence in the crowd.
At nineteen, Jungkook's face appeared a bit more youthful.
He no longer carried the same composure Taehyung had remembered.
Instead, his face was filled with fresh, vibrant energy, the kind that only belonged to his student years, full of clarity and passion.
Taehyung wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there.
All he knew was that time seemed to freeze for what felt like an eternity.
He greedily watched his lover from his student years, his heart tangled with emotions—throbbing, surprise, nervousness, unease, and anticipation...
Finally, as he saw Jungkook walk away with a male student, leaving both the school gate and his line of sight, Taehyung hastily grabbed his luggage and quickly followed behind.
It was as though Taehyung was afraid someone would “steal” him away.
Seeing Taehyung alone with his luggage, some senior students kindly called out
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Are you a freshman? Which building are you staying in? Let me help you with your luggage
Taehyung politely declined, hurrying after the crowd.
Jungkook and the male student hadn’t walked too far before stopping.
They were on a small stone path behind the school gate, near a hollowed-out corridor covered in plants.
The greenery shaded most of the sunlight, and the spot looked like one of those romantic meeting places often found in university campuses.
The male student in front of Jungkook suddenly said something, his face and ears turning bright red, clearly showing signs of shyness.
A loud alarm went off in Taehyung’s heart.
Although both he and Jungkook had been each other’s first loves and never had any relationships during their college days, and it was highly unlikely that Jungkook would accept this male student confession, it didn’t mean that Taehyung could remain calm upon seeing his young lover seemingly being confessed to.
Taehyung quickened his pace, nearly running, his feet practically sparking with each step.
Jungkook frowned, clearly rejecting the male student in front of him.
He even took a small step back, creating some distance.
His voice was cold as he spoke to the male student
Jungkook
I thought I made it clear enough—I’m straight. I’m not interested in guys.
Just at that moment, Taehyung, who had been listening in, tripped and twisted his ankle, causing both him and his luggage to tumble onto the grass beside the stone path.
Smells Good
Taehyung was completely stunned.
Even in his worst-case scenarios, Taehyung had only imagined Jungkook not outright rejecting someone else's confession.
But who would have thought Jungkook would drop such a bombshell?
Taehyung
Not interested in men.. 💭
Taehyung
The very person who had fallen in love with me at first sight and pursued me so persistently back then—was now claiming to be a straight man and uninterested in men?! 💭
Taehyung
This had to be a joke.💭
Taehyung collapsed onto the soft grass, his mind in a daze. His luggage pressed against him—not heavy, but uncomfortable nonetheless
Then, a shadow quickly enveloped him gently.
The luggage pressing on him was lifted by a pair of large hands, and a somewhat familiar voice followed, asking
Jungkook
Junior, are you okay?
Taehyung stared up in a daze, dumbfounded as he looked at Jungkook’s face suddenly enlarged before him.
His breath caught, and his heart almost leapt out of his chest.
The countless "reunion" scenarios Taehyung had imagined were unexpectedly happening under these circumstances.
Jungkook was still wearing that dog-ear headband, the floppy little ears drooping adorably on either side.
It was unbelievably cute, especially when paired with his towering height of 1.9 meters. The contrast was irresistibly endearing.
Taehyung's light brown eyes met Jungkook's, holding only him within his gaze.
In the corner of his vision, the boy who had just confessed to Jungkook still stood in place, seemingly unwilling to give up.
Recalling the plan in his memo, Taehyung gritted his teeth, temporarily suppressing the absurd statement he’d just heard about Jungkook being a "straight guy"
Taehyung shook his head and sat up from the grass.
Taehyung
I’m fine. Thank you, S..Senior.
When Taehyung uttered the last two words, his pace faltered ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Clearly, Taehyung wasn’t entirely used to this new way of addressing Jungkook.
But then again... Tae didn’t dislike it either.
Using the arm Jungkook offered, Taehyung smoothly stood up.
Before he could initiate a conversation, Jungkook spoke again:
Jungkook
Heading to your dormitory?
Jungkook then took a large piece of luggage from Taehyung’s hands and asked
Jungkook
Which building? What’s your room number? I’ll take you there.
Taehyung had been thinking about how to strike up a conversation with Jungkook, and here the opportunity presented itself.
Taehyung obediently replied
Taehyung
Building 11, Room 520
Jungkook paused briefly before blurting out
Jungkook
You’re Kim Taehyung?
It wasn’t surprising that Jungkook knew his name—news of his move into the dormitory had surely been announced in advance.
But Taehyung still felt a little thrill of delight.
After all, this was the first time a nineteen-year-old Jungkook had called his name.
Taehyung
His voice was pleasant. 💭
Taehyung liked hearing it.
Feigning ignorance, Taehyung asked
Taehyung
How does Senior know my name?
Jungkook
Funny coincidence—I’m in 520 of Building 11 too
Jungkook replied, simply assuming it was a pure chance.
Taehyung feigned surprise with a soft exclamation:
Taehyung
That’s such a coincidence!
His (Tae's) acting was flawless—bright daylight hid any subtleties, and with Jungkook preoccupied and irritated at the moment, he didn’t notice anything amiss
Jungkook
It really is. Come on, I’ll take you to the dorm.
Taehyung obediently walked alongside him.
Before long, the two disappeared down the stone path, no longer paying any attention to the person left behind.
Jungkook’s irritation stemmed from the earlier confession.
Jungkook
The other person, like me, was a member of the student union. 💭
Jungkook
Thier interactions had been tinged with ambiguity since freshman year, but I had made it clear that I'm straight and uncomfortable with such advances. 💭
Jungkook
Except for unavoidable official business, I never responded or interacted with that person, even blocking all their contact methods. 💭
Jungkook
Yet the other party remained persistent; after an entire summer apart, they had seized the chance during orientation today to say something ambiguous again.💭
Jungkook felt a prickling discomfort, like his skin was crawling.
While Jungkook refrained from judging others' sexual orientations, he couldn’t accept men liking him or confessing to him.
It made him particularly uncomfortable, and he preferred to avoid getting too close to such individuals.
Luckily, he had encountered this junior who had fallen down, saving Jungkook from an awkward situation.
The faint orange scent lingering in the air gradually soothed Jungkook’s frustration.
Jungkook
The junior was quite good-looking but a bit dazed, like a little hamster. 💭
Jungkook
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be our new roommate—what a coincidence.💭
Jungkook’s impression of him was good. He took the initiative to introduce himself:
Jungkook
I’m Jeon Jungkook, sophomore in finance. I live on the bed across from yours.
Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a surge of delight upon hearing that.
Taehyung had only known that there was an empty bed in Jungkook’s dorm room, but he hadn’t been aware of the bed’s exact placement.
Taehyung
To think he'd end up being the closest to me💭.
Taehyung
Climbing into his bed in the future would be so much more convenient... 💭
Taehyung
...if we managed to get together during our university years. 💭
Taehyung really wanted to ask about what had just happened (confession thing), but he felt it might be overstepping and feared leaving a bad impression.
So, he kept the question to himself and introduced himself instead:
Taehyung
I’m Kim Taehyung, freshman in chemistry, from the South
Tae deliberately shared a bit more about himself to keep the conversation going.
Jungkook thought to himself
Jungkook
No wonder he is so thin and small, he’s from the South 💭
Most people’s stereotypes leaned toward the belief that Northerners generally had a taller average height than Southerners.
Taehyung, at this moment, was indeed small, but he wasn’t particularly short.
Barefoot, he stood at 178 cm; with shoes, he reached 180 cm.
It was only when standing next to Jungkook that he appeared "small."
After all, Jungkook wasn’t just tall—his build was also impressive.
Taehyung knew that Jungkook enjoyed playing basketball.
Taehyung
He would take time out every week after work to go to the stadium and would often drag me along, playfully complaining that everyone else had their partners cheering them on, so he needed me to be there too. 💭
Taehyung
Now his university life was relatively relaxed, his frequency of playing basketball would likely be even higher. 💭
Taehyung
The faintly visible muscle lines beneath his thin T-shirt were particularly captivating.💭
Jungkook didn’t voice his thoughts about Taehyung’s height or build, as topics like that could come off as impolite. Instead, he casually asked
Jungkook
Have you ever lived in the North before?
Taehyung replied with a shake of his head.
It wasn’t exactly a lie. At eighteen, Taehyung had been stuck in the troubles of his birth family, never even leaving his province, let alone venturing to the distant North.
Jungkook let out an “Oh,” and said
Jungkook
It might take some time to adjust at first.
Jungkook
If you need help with anything, just let us know.
Jungkook
Everyone in the dorm is pretty nice
Taehyung smiled and nodded.
Jungkook then briefly introduced the area around their dorm.
Jungkook
For example, the supermarket below Building 1 has great breakfast options, while the one below Building 12 is the closest to us.
Jungkook
The dining hall is across the river, with the parcel station right next to it.
Jungkook
The food on the second floor of the dining hall is the best...
Jungkook’s warm, straightforward tone made it easy for Taehyung to feel at ease, his nervousness from earlier gradually dissipating as they walked.
Just as Taehyung had remembered, Jungkook was warm and proactive, which made Taehyung listen intently to every word.
The dormitory area wasn’t far from the school gate, and before long, the two of them arrived.
The area below the dorm was bustling—students selling campus cards, others carrying stacks of parcels, and a few riding shared bicycles past. It was lively and full of energy.
Jungkook
Do you want to get a campus card? It’s pretty convenient as a secondary data card,
Modern phones supported dual SIM cards, and most students would keep their primary SIM card from home and get a campus data SIM card to use during their university years, which they could easily cancel after graduation. It was a cost-effective choice.
Taehyung
I already got one.
Taehyung had sorted it out as soon as he arrived in Yancheng. However, it wasn’t a secondary card—it was the only SIM card in his phone.
Jungkook
Alright, let’s head up, then..
Jungkook said with a nod.
Room 520 was on the fifth floor, which was a bit of a climb. Fortunately, Jungkook helped him carry some of the luggage.
Taehyung
With Jungkook by my side, even climbing to the 52nd floor wouldn’t have felt tiring for me.💭
Jungkook had a key to the dormitory and unlocked the door directly.
Inside, there was already someone—a guy who turned his gaze toward them when he heard the sound.
He first noticed Jungkook at the door and exclaimed in surprise
Namjoon
Jungkook? Why are you back so early?
Jungkook
I ran into our new roommate and decided to help him out. Isn’t that such a coincidence?
Jungkook replied, placing the luggage he was carrying gently onto the dorm floor.
Namjoon
That really is something!
Namjoon walked over to lend a hand as well.
Taehyung poked his head out from behind Jungkook and smiled at him.
Taehyung
Hello, Senior. I’m Kim Taehyung.
Namjoon let out an "Oh," thinking to himself,
Namjoon
Another handsome guy, huh? 💭
But he greeted Taehyung warmly anyway.
Namjoon
Just call me Old Joon. We’re brothers from now on.
Taehyung gave a soft "Mm" in response but silently repeated the word brothers in his mind, only to be reminded of Jungkook’s earlier declaration of being a “straight man.”
His tongue pressed against his molars in frustration.
Taehyung
Be brothers with Jungkook? Not a chance. =_=💭
Taehyung didn’t have much luggage. His clothes consisted of only a few sets of summer outfits—simple and lightweight.
The largest item Jungkook had carried earlier was the bedding, which, though bulky, was meant for summer and autumn use and wasn’t heavy.
Namjoon
Are you heading back later?
The question reminded Jungkook of the earlier incident. His brows furrowed as he unlocked his phone, tapping on the screen while replying
Namjoon sensed something was off.
Taehyung, while changing his shoes, kept his ears perked to catch their conversation.
Jungkook, however, didn’t mention anything about what had occurred earlier.
After sending a message to the student union president, he put his phone away and glanced at Taehyung, who was barefoot at the doorway after taking off his sandals.
Without a second thought, he fetched a pair of his own slippers and handed them to Taehyung.
Jungkook
I’ll take Taehyung to register later..
Jungkook
I’ll also show him the flea market to grab a few things and get him some daily necessities.
Jungkook's duty during orientation was to help new students settle in.
A minor incident wasn’t enough to make him shirk his responsibilities, though he wasn’t eager to go back.
It was convenient that there was a new student right in front of Jungkook.
Helping Taehyung get acquainted with the campus was part of his responsibilities, and it also gave him an opportunity to bond with his new roommate.
The dorm room was cooled by air conditioning, and the bare floor was a little chilly.
Taehyung obediently slipped into Jungkook’s slippers, set his luggage down on the empty bed assigned to him, and then let his gaze wander greedily toward the bed next to his— Jungkook’s.
The dorms at Yanda were designed with a bunk-over-desk layout, and the four-person dormitory had plenty of space.
Jungkook’s jersey was casually draped over the back of his chair, and a basketball rested under the desk.
Due to power restrictions in Yanda dormitories, he had a gaming laptop instead of a desktop on his desk.
Next to the laptop was a calculus textbook and a notebook, and hanging from a hook on the side of the cabinet was a half-filled bag of oranges.
It wasn’t overly tidy, but it was clean enough, exuding a sense of comfortable livability.
Suddenly, Jungkook appeared beside him, holding iodine and cotton swabs.
Following Jungkook’s gaze, Taehyung noticed for the first time that there was a small scrape on the palm of his right hand—probably from when he fell earlier.
The wound had already clotted, and he hadn’t felt or noticed it until now.
Taehyung had been busy carrying luggage earlier, and Jungkook only noticed the injury after they’d arrived in the dorm.
While the blood had dried, summer’s heat made infections more likely, so it was better to clean and treat the wound.
Taehyung
Thank you, Senior.
Taehyung obediently took the cotton swab, twisted the handle slightly to let the iodine flow, and wiped it on the wound.
Jungkook
No need to call me Senior, just call me Brother Jungkook like the others.
Jungkook was the oldest among the few people in the dorm.
Taehyung squinted his eyes, as if recalling something amusing.
Taehyung
In the past, Jungkook had really liked being called "brother", especially in certain situations. But it used to be a double word, not "Brother Jungkook." 💭
While Taehyung was wiping the iodine and briefly lost in his thoughts, a head suddenly leaned over.
It was Jungkook, who hadn't left yet.
He lowered his head slightly, his nose close to Taehyung's neck, his nostrils flaring as if he were sniffing something, his warm breath brushing against Taehyung's skin on his neck.
The two were extremely close. Taehyung only had to tilt his head slightly to plant a kiss on his cheek.
It used to be just a normal action, but now it made Taehyung's body stiffen, especially after hearing Jungkook say just recently that he was straight.
As Taehyung tensed up, Jungkook slowly spoke
Jungkook
Did you spray something on? You smell really good.
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