Loud chatter and laughter echoed through the school auditorium, teenagers were fighting their way through the narrow space to get to their seat and the smell of fresh, delicious popcorn sweetened the air.

In row seven, seat twelve sat an extremely bored blonde, nibbling on a piece of popcorn and wondering what he was even doing there.

Curse Jimin and Mark for persuading him to pay for this excuse of a talent show.

A christmas talent show.

The hall was filled with christmas bubbles of all colours and sizes and basically everything was decorated with golden glitter, from the ceiling to the stairs.

"Taehyungie, you're here! We're on second last, you'll love it!," his redhead friend screamed out of nowhere, catching Taehyung off guard and making him choke on his piece of popcorn.

He gaped at Jimin's appearance, he was wearing a red blazer with tight-fitting, golden pants, his whole outfit glittering to a point where it hurt his eyes. Even his messily styled curls had glitter in it.

Jesus Christ, what is it with Christmas and this over-exaggerated glitter?, Taehyung thought.

"Umm... Jimin, where's your shirt?" Taehyung came to realize that Jimin was wearing nothing under that glittering blazer of his.

The redhead giggled. "Oh, that. We like to put on a bit of a show. Hey, stop staring. You're supposed to fall for my cousin, not me." He nudged Taehyung, who started blushing out of embarrassment.

"What, no! It's just, why is everything in this room glittering so hard? Are they trying to blind me or something?" Taehyung huffed.

The older laughed loudly.

"Aw man, you're adorable when you're annoyed. Anyways, gotta go practise my choreography. And oh, look who's coming! Now you have a friend to enjoy the show with!" Jimin pinched his cheek, making him yelp. And suddenly, he was gone.

"Hey-- wait-- Jimin, who do you..." But he didn't get any further because he saw with his own eyes.

And his jaw dropped.

In front of him stood Jeon Jungkook, wearing an all-black suit and with his slightly long hair parted.

What in the hell was he doing here? And more importantly, why was he taking the seat next to him?

So much for keeping a distance to each other.

"So I don't even get a 'hello' anymore?"

Taehyung widened his eyes as he realized he was the one spoken to.

"B-But we are supposed to act like strangers?"

The younger tilted his head, looking into Taehyung's eyes.

"Strangers greet each other too, you know."

Feeling extremely awkward, Taehyung blinked and swallowed his popcorn. "Umm, okay then. Hello. What are you doing here and why are you wearing a suit all of a sudden?"

Jungkook smiled. "Row seven, seat thirteen, I think I'm right. You know Jung Hoseok from the football team, right? Sometimes I hang with him and yesterday he suggested that I should watch his performance here, he dances aswell." Then, suddenly, his eyes started trailing downwards. It was almost as if he was checking Taehyung out. He raised his eyebrows.

"As for the suit... Shouldn't you be wearing one aswell? This is kind of an important school event, I wonder why you came here wearing your pyjamas." Taehyung huffed at that.

"It's just a Christmas talent show. I am not dolling myself up for a Christmas talent show. And, by the way, these are not my pyjamas!," he exclaimed, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

Jungkook shrugged. "Whatever you say. Anyways, what to you think about my hair? I think I look pretty hot, I should wear it like that more often." Taehyung widened his eyes, he just had a huge déjà vu.

"You should wear your hair like that, you look so hot."

Feeling his cheeks heat up by the thought of that night, he just smiled nervously. "Yeah, it looks great."

He could see the younger give him a sideeye.

What was he trying to do? Was he trying to mess with his head? Or was he trying to humiliate him? Whatever it was, it was working.

"Glad you agree. So, what are you doing here? You don't seem very fascinated by this," he stated matter-of-factly, now looking at the popcorn bowl.

"Jimin dragged me here. He said I should watch him and Mark dance." Taehyung was planning on eating the popcorn in his hand but somehow, Jungkook's appearance made him too nervous to even do that.

"Of course he did. So, that guy your boyfriend yet?," the ravenette said dismissingly, taking a piece of popcorn out of Taehyung's hand and eating it slowly, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's.

"N-No, he isn't. Why would you think that?"

Jungkook groaned. "I'm not dumb, Taehyung. I can see the way he looks at you, like you're some peace of meat. And all he talks about when you're away is how to get into your pants. And knowing you, you'll probably give in and think it's real love." Taehyung gasped, slapping away his hand that reached out for another piece of popcorn.

"How dare you say that? Are you calling me a damsel? Or are you calling me a slut? Whatever it is, just know that Mark does one thing that you obviously do not do anymore, and that is care for me!," Taehyung hissed, turning his head away from him to not show that tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Don't fucking say I don't care for you, because I do." Taehyung scoffed, definetely having enough of this.

"What you're doing is not caring for me, it's basically degrading me!"

Jungkook seemed unfazed. "And at the end of the day, you still said I was your ideal type of boyfriend." Taehyung widened his eyes.

"T-That-- I was drunk..."

"Oh, so you do remember. Why did you pretend not to remember anything then, hmm?"

Taehyung was definetely overwhelmed now, he didn't know what had happened to Jungkook or why he was acting this way, all that he knew was that it really hurt him.

He was being so... cold.

"W-Why are you being like this, J-Jungkook..." He registered a small tear slipping past his eye, mentally cursing himself since he didn't want to seem weak in front of him, not in this situation.

The last thing he saw was a shocked look on Jungkook's face before he felt his head being pushed into a hard chest and yelped.

"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm not in a good place nowadays, I always say the wrong shit and fuck everything up. I'm so sorry, please don't cry. Shh." Jungkook's voice sounded very desperate all of a sudden, every trace of his cold attitude had disappeared.

Baby?

He started stroking Taehyung's hair with his left hand while his right hand moved to his back and rubbed soft circles into it. And over and over, he apologized and 'shh'ed him. Until Taehyung had calmed down.

"I'm so sorry, I can't believe I made you cry. I didn't mean any of this, I'm just in a really weird state right now and I can't control myself. I can't explain it. Please forgive me." And then, Jungkook did something he had never done before.

He removed the fringes from Taehyung's forehead and kissed it, while holding his head in his hands like it were the most precious thing ever.

And Taehyung's heart basically combusted.

Honestly, he was close to crying again. He could feel himself get weak in Jungkook's touch again.

"J-Jungkook, I--"

And in that exact moment, the curtains rolled, the headlights got turned on and a jolly Christmas Carol started playing loudly, a school choir dressed in white gowns standing in the middle of the stage.

Jungkook just raised his index finger to his mouth while smiling, stopping him from saying anything further.

So Taehyung thought instead.

Did friends do this? Kissing each other's foreheads after lashing out on each other? Pointing out each other's out-of-control, kind of intimate drunk actions?

Calling each other 'baby'?

And the worst thing? Taehyung knew he wouldn't get an answer.

He knew he would just keep overthinking everything over and over again and he knew it would completely fuck him over, as always.

So much for staying away, huh?

(A/N: wow, it's june and i'm out here writing a chapter abt christmas sksksk

and yes taehyung bby i know how you feel, i overthink everything even if i shouldn't asdfghjkl😔

💜💜 anyways i hope you enjoyed this weird ass chapter, i didn't even plan for half of this to happen but somehow my hands typed it down, i'm officially confused?? lmao the struggles of writing )