Quiet Walls, Loud Hearts
🖤 What happens when a man who’s built a kingdom out of silence is forced to share his walls with someone who lives like thunder? Can cold glass and hot chaos exist side by side without shattering something... or someone?
Taehyung
Silence was a familiar luxury.
The kind that clung to the walls of his penthouse, soaked into the marble, and hummed faintly beneath the glass
Taehyung
It didn’t ask questions.
Didn’t demand explanations.
In this world—thirty floors above reality—
Taehyung lived like a shadow stitched in silk
Taehyung
Everything was pristine.
Arranged.
Unmoving
Distant laughter echoes through hallway
Taehyung
Laughter.
High-pitched.
Shameless.
Alive.
Taehyung
A sound so human, it scraped against everything he had built to keep the world out
Taehyung
He didn’t need to check.
The building manager had told him yesterday.
Someone new had moved into the penthouse next to his.
Taehyung
Young.
Wealthy.
Insufferably famous
Taehyung
The name was impossible to ignore.
Runway darling.
Fashion empire prodigy.
Media’s golden child
Taehyung
A face on every screen, in every flash of light, every gossip headline.
All smiles.
All chaos
Taehyung
The polar opposite of him
Taehyung
He turned away from the window.
Locked his jaw.
The last thing he needed was another distraction.
Especially that kind
Jungkook
The penthouse was bigger than he expected.
Glass walls on three sides.
A terrace wide enough to do cartwheels on
Jungkook
The view made him feel like he was floating above Seoul.
His fingers brushed the velvet couch—custom-made in Italy.
Didn’t match a thing
Jungkook
Which meant it was perfect
Jungkook
Grinned to himself.
It was loud.
Expensive.
Chaotic.
Just like him
Jungkook
But behind the smile, behind the curated eccentricity,
Something always lingered
Jungkook
He hadn’t slept last night.
Too many dreams.
Too many memories
Jungkook
The mentor who once guided him still haunted his brain.
Still whispered his stolen designs back at him.
Still made him flinch when hands got too close
Jungkook
But he had survived.
More than survived.
He had risen
Jungkook
From hotel lobbies to headlines.
From sketches to legacy
He taps a button. Music blasts
People move around, installing furniture
Jungkook
Someone groaned about the noise.
Probably the neighbor
Jungkook
“Let them suffer. We’re building history here”
Taehyung
He didn’t hate Jungkook.
That would require feeling something
Taehyung
And then he saw him.
The very definition of disruption
Taehyung
Oversized Balenciaga.
Tattoos like brushstrokes.
A grin that belonged in a war
Jungkook
“Hi!” 😊
Holding a tray of macarons like a peace offering
“I live next door. I brought sugar.”
Taehyung
He looked at him.
Really looked.
Taehyung
Eyes too wide.
Lips too pink.
Cheeks freckled from the sun.
Taehyung
“I don’t eat sugar.”
Door closes instantly.
Jungkook
He stood outside a second longer.
Still holding the macarons.
Still smirking.
Jungkook
“Well, someone’s grumpy.” 😏
Jungkook
But he wasn’t offended.
He was... intrigued.
Jungkook
There was something behind those eyes.
Cold.
Silent.
Something he wanted to crack open
...and set on fire.
He licks frosting off his thumb
Jungkook
“He’s definitely going to fall in love with me.” 💋
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