Chapter 8: Unspoken Words
Stratos Dorms- Late Night
The morning practice session had ended, but the tension lingered long after. The two groups had fallen into a routine—polished performances, synchronized movements, and rehearsals that blurred the lines between rivalry and chemistry. Yet, beneath the surface, emotions simmered, waiting for the right—or wrong—moment to break free.
Jungkook lay in bed, one arm draped over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. Sleep refused to come, his mind running in circles, replaying every interaction with Taehyung.
Every sharp word. Every lingering glance. Every unspoken memory that refused to fade.
He reached for his phone out of habit, his fingers hovering over Taehyung’s contact. The name had remained the same after all these years—TaeTae.
His thumb hovered over the screen, but he shut his phone off instead of calling and tossed it onto the bedside table with a frustrated sigh.
Across the hall, Namjoon sat in the living room, headphones on as he scrolled through lyrics. Seokjin walked in, stretching his arms lazily.
Kim Seokjin
Still working?
Kim Namjoon
Trying to. But apparently, sleep isn’t on today’s schedule.
Seokjin smirked, sitting on the couch beside him.
Kim Seokjin
It never is with you.
Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temples.
Kim Namjoon
You ever feel like something’s slipping through your fingers, and no matter what you do, you can’t hold onto it?
Seokjin studied him for a moment before answering,
Kim Seokjin
More often than you think.
He nudged Namjoon’s knee playfully.
Kim Seokjin
Don’t overthink it. You always figure things out in the end.
Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head.
Kim Namjoon
You make it sound so easy.
Seokjin leaned in, voice softer.
Kim Seokjin
It’s not. But you don’t have to figure everything out alone, Joonie.
Namjoon blinked at the rare use of his nickname, but Seokjin had already shifted away, a teasing smile on his lips.
Kim Seokjin
Now, go to bed before you start writing poetry about the meaning of life.
Namjoon rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.
Jimin walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Park Jimin
Hyung, why are you still awake?
Yoongi barely glanced up from his laptop.
Min Yoongi
Could ask you the same thing.
Jimin poured himself a glass of water and sat across from him.
Park Jimin
Couldn’t sleep.
He hesitated before adding
Park Jimin
Thinking about a song.
Min Yoongi
For the collaboration?
Park Jimin
Something else. More personal.
Yoongi hummed, taking a slow sip of his coffee.
Min Yoongi
Some songs are easier to write. Others… stay unfinished.
Jimin watched him, sensing something unspoken in his words.
Park Jimin
But even unfinished songs have meaning, don’t they?
Yoongi met his gaze, something flickering behind his dark eyes before he looked away.
Jimin smiled, a small knowing curve of his lips.
Park Jimin
Then maybe they just need the right moment to be completed.
Yoongi didn’t respond, but his fingers tightened slightly around his coffee mug.
Practice Room – The Next Day
The groups gathered in the studio, the air thick with focus. Today’s rehearsal was particularly intense, with more direct interactions between Jungkook and Taehyung in the choreography.
The tension between them wasn’t just noticeable—it was electrifying.
Hoseok watched from the sidelines, his leader instincts kicking in. He had seen this kind of tension before, but this… this was something different. Something deeper.
Jackson, noticing his expression, nudged him.
Jackson Wang
They’re either going to kill each other or…
Across the room, Seokjin leaned toward Namjoon, whispering
Kim Seokjin
If this were a drama, this would be the moment someone confesses.
Kim Namjoon
You do realize we’re filming behind-the-scenes footage, right? Half the fans already think something is going on.
Kim Seokjin
Because there is.
Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jungkook were forced into proximity again as the choreography demanded. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world faded.
Jungkook’s fingers brushed against Taehyung’s wrist, and just like that, memories came rushing back.
Laughter in an old practice room. Secret glances were exchanged between stolen moments. A promise made in hushed voices—
“We’ll always be together.”
Taehyung’s jaw clenched, breaking the moment first. He stepped back, fixing his stance.
Jungkook mirrored his movement, his expression unreadable.
Jeon Jungkook
Yeah. Again.
Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair.
J-hope
This is going to be a long rehearsal.
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