HABA 5661 My Very First Games - Here Fishy Fishy! Magnetic Fishing Game- English version (Made in Germany)

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Taehyung grins at him, bites gently on Jungkook’s fingers, then releases them. “Who has time for that?” He drapes the blanket over Taehyung and tries to get the pillow under his head without waking him, but Taehyung stirs and blinks at Jungkook with dark hazy eyes. Stay.” Jungkook swallows, tightens his fingers on the clothes. “Stay here. Please. Just - just until your current comes through again.” Taehyung doesn’t meet his gaze. He presses the towel to his gills and lets his shoulders sag as he waits. “I’m…” He trails off and tilts his head to look up at Jungkook. “I’m coming to terms with my new reality - instead of - instead of trying to justify the impossible.” He swallows. “Humans really don’t know.”

Jungkook listens to Taehyung’s words slur together as he fights off his exhaustion. “Yeah, hyung.” Jungkook pulls the towel from Taehyung’s head and uses his fingers to comb his damp hair. He swallows as he smooths the strands into place. “I’m sorry, hyung,” he whispers. Taehyung stares at the clothes in his hands then at Jungkook’s shirt. “I…” He frowns then starts to grin, rectangular as always. “Come with me.” Jungkook shakes his head and throws a shirt at Taehyung. “Here, wear this. And no time, sorry, hyung. Seokjin’s gonna lecture the shit out of us, I swear.”

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Yeah…” Jungkook murmurs, watching as Taehyung goes down another step, and another, and another, and now the water is coming up over Taehyung’s ankles and the sun is breaching the horizon and glancing off of Taehyung’s shoulders and Jungkook doesn’t want to have to eat a freezer full of fish all himself and he doesn’t want to have to wait at least a month before he gets to collapse on the couch next to Taehyung after a long day of uni and he doesn’t want to have to make the sad trip to an empty home with a bundle of clothes that smell of raw fish and the sea and Jungkook doesn’t want to have to say goodbye because what he really wants - what he really wants - Taehyung stares at him for a moment. “Is that why you kept staring at my legs? And kept muttering about me being real?” Jungkook watches Taehyung disappear into the bathroom before he sighs, drags himself from the couch, and starts to clean up. He stops and stares at the screen and starts to grin. He shakes his head and keeps moving - until there’s an almighty crash from the bathroom and Jungkook drops everything and runs. The room is dark and dusty and Taehyung feels over the wall for the light switch - and it’s blown. Of course it is.

Taehyung is stumbling out of the cab before Jungkook’s even finished paying the driver, and he has to run to catch up. The sky is growing light and the city lights are going down, leaving it a silhouette against the dawn. Taehyung races down the hill to the footpath and Jungkook shouts after him. Taehyung’s fingers are at his jeans next and Jungkook tries to squirm away, heart pounding, head swimming, and - “Yah, Kookie, stay still. Please. I wanna show you something.” Taehyung turns, still moving for the water, and waves the shirt at Jungkook. “Look! Look at it, Jungkookie!”

Taehyung laughs again and sits up out of the water. He drapes his arms over the edge of the bath and tilts his head at them and smiles. “Hi, I’m Taehyung.” Jungkook can feel tears forming and he releases the little breath he has left. “ Hyung.” The word disappears around them in a flurry of bubbles. Hyung….” Jungkook exhales quietly and tilts his head, fingers smoothing over the inside of Taehyung’s wrist as he continues to watch. This is a conversation that clearly needs to be had but not now, when Taehyung is still so weary and rattled. Instead, for now, Jungkook starts to grin. “Guess what?”

And Jungkook has barely gotten comfortable when Taehyung’s hand is around his upper arm and he’s being dragged to his feet and off they go with the waiter to choose what they’re gonna eat. Taehyung startles, almost slipping over on the tiles, and looks at Jungkook with wide eyes. “What?” Jungkook glances down to see Taehyung frowning. “Right,” he says. “Definitely.” He exhales. “That’s the odd part,” he mutters under his breath. And stupid. Jungkook is beginning to feel stupid. He sighs and drops his head to the desk. “Yeah I - I think I’m coming to that realisation.” Because now that he’s talked about it, gotten it all off his chest, he’s starting to - process it properly and - and rationalise and -

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Taehyung blinks bleary eyes at him but says nothing on the matter, instead dropping his gaze to the box in Jungkook’s other hand. “Are you going out? I’ll come.” Taehyung’s breath shivers out of him, eyes widening, before long wet fingers are sliding into Jungkook’s hair and Taehyung’s pulling him down for another kiss. Jungkook stumbles to his knees, water splashing up around them and curling around his ribs, but his hands find Taehyung’s waist and he drags him closer, opens his mouth and lets Taehyung in. Taehyung kisses him deeply, lips cold but tongue hot. Jungkook slides his hands over Taehyung’s skin, makes sure to stay gentle when he hits patches of scales, and pulls him even closer, until Taehyung’s weight rests against his folded knees and Taehyung’s tail wraps around him to keep them steady. Jungkook swallows and nods. “I know, hyung,” he whispers. He clears his throat, moves his hand from Taehyung’s nape to his chest, and focuses on drying Taehyung off. Every time he blinks he can see Taehyung lying on that damned floor, can see him crying under the surface of the water, can picture the absolute terror on his face when Jungkook tried to get him out of the tub moments before. No,” Taehyung says quietly and Jungkook stalls again, brow furrowing as he watches Taehyung clench his fingers in the shirt. “It’s ok…” Jungkook lifts him onto it and Taehyung grins, leaning down to kiss Jungkook again and again and again.

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Taehyung startles and throws out a hand, catching the door before it can slam shut. “I’m sorry,” he says, blinking owlishly. He frowns. “Why am I sorry?” And it progresses much the same. Taehyung sits with his elbows on his knees, fingers pressed to his lips in thought, brow furrowed. Jungkook watches Taehyung more than he watches the movie, fighting a laugh every time Taehyung splutters in indignation. It’s not cosplay,” Jungkook blurts, silencing everyone and dragging all eyes his way. He swallows and smooths his shirt. “It’s - it’s not cosplay.”