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Assistant: Title: The Summer Jungkook Planned to Spend Pining over Taehyung and Became an Activist Instead
        Author: Anonymous undefined 
        Chapter: 1/2 
        Summary: Jungkook had one plan: do amazing at his summer internship and survive rooming with his longtime best friend and love of his life, Taehyung. Things do not go according to plan.
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  The tram hums as it glides into Silicon Hollow, a forest of glass and steel rising against the morning sky. Jungkook’s eyes are wide, taking in the sleek skyscrapers that pierce the clouds, their surfaces shimmering with embedded runes and enchantments. He feels small, like a single grain of sand in a vast, enchanted desert.

  Beside him, Taehyung walks with the easy confidence of someone who belongs. He wears a relaxed smile, the kind that says he’s seen it all before but still finds it charming. Jungkook adjusts the strap of his bag, his fingers fidgeting with the worn fabric. He steals a glance at Taehyung, noting how the older man’s hair catches the morning light, a halo of soft waves.

  “Can you believe we’re really here?” Jungkook says, his voice a mix of excitement and anxiety.

  Taehyung shrugs, his smile widening. “Right? We’re going to have so much fun.”

  Jungkook worries a little about how different everything is here—the towering buildings, the rush of magical energies, the sheer scale of it all. He wonders if he’ll be able to keep up, if he’ll fit in, if this experience will change him in ways he’s not prepared for.

  Jungkook had thought he’d be fine. After all, he’s been living in the capitol for years now, immersed in its hustle and bustle. But as he looks around, he realizes that he’s really been keeping himself to the little neighborhood close to Luminary University. It’s a cozy, familiar place with its small cafes and bookstores, all within walking distance. He hasn’t needed to venture far, and the rare times he did, the rest of the city still felt like home. Here, though, everything in Silicon Hollow seems so new and shiny—almost too shiny, like it’s trying to blind him with its brilliance.

  Even the air feels different. In the capitol, the ambient mana has a warm, comforting quality, like a well-worn quilt. Here, the magical energies crackle with an industrial sharpness, a constant hum of power that sets his teeth on edge. He wonders if this is what it feels like to be a small, unenchanted object dropped into a maelstrom of spells and incantations.

  Taehyung notices the furrow in Jungkook’s brow and the way he bites his lip.

  “It’s just for the summer. Don’t stress too much.”

  The tram sways as it rounds a bend, and Jungkook looks out the window. Below, the older districts of the city stretch out like a patchwork quilt, their cramped apartments and outdated enchantments a stark contrast to the futuristic skyline. His expression grows somber. These are the places where the workers live, the people who craft the spells and infuse the artifacts that make the city hum. He thinks of his family’s shop, of the struggles they face just to keep up with new regulations and mass-produced competition.

  Taehyung is engrossed in his phone, scrolling with a lazy finger. “City life has its perks,” he says, not looking up. “Though I will miss having a proper yard.”

  Jungkook doesn’t respond. He’s thinking about balance, about how the towering spires of Silicon Hollow seem ready to tip over and crush the worker districts beneath them. He wonders if this is what the future looks like—a handful of enchanted skyscrapers surrounded by a sea of dilapidated homes.

  He shakes his head. He doesn’t know why he’s become so melancholy all of the sudden. He must be tired from the bus ride.

  The tram slows, and Taehyung pockets his phone, stretching his arms overhead, a content grin on his face.

  They step off the tram and onto the platform, a rush of morning air tousling their hair as they head toward the internship coordination office together. Taehyung strides ahead, posture erect and purposeful, while Jungkook lags a step behind, trying to take everything in. He watches Taehyung’s back, the set of his shoulders, the way he moves with such assuredness—something that twists in his chest and makes him ache.

  “Don’t worry,” Taehyung says, turning to walk backward as he faces Jungkook. “You’ll do great. And if you need anything, I’m just a call away.”

  Jungkook nods, forcing a smile. “Thanks, Tae. That means a lot.”

  They arrive at the internship coordination office. Jungkook lingers at the entrance, a sleek edifice of glass and steel that pulses with the energy of a magical core. Interns mill about, their auras crackling with anticipation and ambition. He takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment as if to inhale some of their confidence, then lets it out slowly.

  Taehyung has already gone inside, weaving effortlessly through the crowd. He nods and waves to familiar faces, his charisma cutting a clear path. Jungkook watches him for a moment, then steels himself and steps through the door.

  The noise hits him first: an uproar of excited chatter, the rustle of enchanted parchment, the hum of various arcane devices. He stops short, nearly colliding with another intern, and mutters an apology. Taehyung is at the front desk now, standing on tiptoe to get the attention of the receptionist. Jungkook hurries to catch up, his heart pounding in his ears.

  “Got it,” Taehyung says, turning to Jungkook with a small apartment key in hand. He tosses it to Jungkook, who fumbles but catches it just in time. “We’re only a 10 minute tram ride. Convenient, right?”

  Jungkook nods. He grips the worn edges of his papers tightly, the instructions for their temporary housing crumpling slightly under his fingers. Around him, the crowd buzzes with excitement, a tide of movement and energy that makes him dizzy.

  They move to the side as the next wave of interns crashes against the front desk. Taehyung fishes in his bag and pulls out a piece of parchment, enchanted ink shimmering faintly as it lists instructions for navigating the building. “Looks like we’re all set,” he says.

  Jungkook glances at his own papers again but doesn’t respond. His eyes drift over the crowd, recognizing a few faces from Luminary University, even from his own department. No one notices him, their focus elsewhere, and the realization settles like a weight in his chest.

  Taehyung taps Jungkook on the shoulder. “Let’s go,” he says, already turning toward the door.

  They exit the building, and Jungkook pauses on the steps, letting the morning sun warm his face. He closes his eyes and for a moment he’s back in his hometown, in the quiet streets lined with cherry trees, the sound of his mother’s loom and the scent of his father’s workshop filling the air. He opens his eyes slowly, taking in the towering skyscrapers of Silicon Hollow, the rush of trams and the blur of pedestrian enchantments.

  A light bump on his shoulder snaps him back to reality. Taehyung stands beside him, his expression unreadable.

  “You okay?” Taehyung asks.

  Jungkook nods, his fingers tightening around the apartment key. “Yeah. Just taking it all in.”

  Taehyung doesn’t respond, already starting down the sidewalk, his steps sure and unhurried. Jungkook hesitates, then follows, the key growing warm in his hand.
 
  ~
 
  The apartment is exactly as Jungkook imagined—stark, temporary, a place without roots. The living room features bare white walls and laminate flooring, with a thrift-store couch that sags in the middle. It feels more like an extended-stay rental than a home, which makes sense for a place designed to house summer interns.

  Taehyung drops his bag on the couch and stretches. “Home sweet home,” he says with a yawn. “For now, anyway.”

  Jungkook holds up the key, letting it dangle from his finger. “I can’t believe they use keys and an old-fashioned code mechanism. You’d think they’d switch to enchanted locks by now.”

  Taehyung shrugs. “Some traditions die hard. Besides, it gives the place character.”

  Jungkook isn’t so sure about that, but he likes the way Taehyung can find charm in the most unremarkable things. He puts the key in his pocket and heads to the kitchen, opening the large, empty fridge. “I’m going to cook. Do you want anything?”

  From the living room, Taehyung calls out, “We may have to live off ramyeon until we get our first paychecks, but at least the companies provide meals during the day.” His voice carries a grin, light and playful.

  Jungkook laughs softly. “I brought some groceries. We can make it stretch.” He unpacks his bags, pulling out vegetables, a small container of rice, and a few other staples. Setting them on the counter, he feels a small flicker of pride. It’s a simple act, but it makes the place feel a little more lived-in. “I’ll make stir-fry.”

  “You’re a lifesaver,” Taehyung says, already moving toward his bag. “I’m going to cool off. The heat is killing me.”

  Jungkook starts washing the vegetables. The rhythmic sound of running water fills the otherwise quiet kitchen. He thinks about the summer ahead, about the long days at MagiCorp and the evenings here with Taehyung. He’s tired, but the familiarity of cooking gives him a second wind.

  By the time Taehyung returns, hair damp from splashing water on his face and skin flushed from the heat, Jungkook has the table set. The orientation materials sit in a neat pile next to two bowls of stir-fry. Taehyung takes a deep breath, savoring the aroma, and sits down.

  “This looks amazing,” he says, digging in immediately.

  They eat in comfortable silence for a while, the clink of chopsticks on porcelain the only sound. Jungkook watches Taehyung from the corner of his eye, noting the way his lips curve in satisfaction with each bite.

  Jungkook is glad despite the internal angst it’s going to cause him. He knows that staying with Taehyung is a double-edged sword—proximity can deepen their bond, but it can also make his unspoken feelings more difficult to manage. Still, he’s glad he decided to room with Taehyung. He’s glad for the chance to spend more time together, to share meals like this, to have late-night conversations. He’s glad he gets to do these little acts of love, no matter how unaware Taehyung is of them.

  Jungkook takes comfort in the routine of these actions, in the predictability of his own efforts. Even if Taehyung never knows, even if nothing changes, Jungkook finds a quiet fulfillment in simply being there for him.

  “So,” Taehyung says, pausing to sip from a water bottle. “Are you excited?”

  Jungkook nods, finishing his mouthful. “A little nervous, but yeah. It’s a big opportunity.”

  “You’ll be fine. You’re brilliant, Jungkook. They’re lucky to have you.”

  The words make Jungkook’s heart do a stupid little flip. He looks down at his bowl, hiding the smile that threatens to break out. “Thanks, Tae.”

  They turn their attention to the orientation materials, each taking a set of papers and flipping through them. Taehyung leans back in his chair, feet propped on the small, worn coffee table, while Jungkook sits cross-legged on the floor. The glow from the enchanted lantern casts soft shadows around the room, giving the sparse space a touch of warmth.

  “Looks intense,” Taehyung says, holding up a schedule. “But doable.”

  Jungkook takes the schedule, his eyes scanning the list of meetings, workshops, and project deadlines. It’s daunting, but as he reads, a spark of excitement ignites in him. This is what he’s worked so hard for, what he’s dreamed of.

  “Remember to make time for yourself,” Taehyung says. “And for us. It’s important.”

  Jungkook looks up, meeting Taehyung’s eyes. There’s a softness there, a genuine concern that makes him feel seen. “I will,” he says, his lips turning up into a shy grin. “We’ll balance it.”

  They finish their food and Jungkook offers to clean up. He realizes Taehyung must be exhausted since the older didn’t even argue with him about it.

  Jungkook clears the table, his hands moving mechanically as he stacks the bowls and utensils. In the corner of his eye, he sees Taehyung sprawled across the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his head tilted in concentration. The glow from his enchanted notebook bathes his face in soft light.

  “You’re staring,” Taehyung says without looking up, a teasing lilt in his voice.

  Jungkook flinches, nearly dropping a plate. “Was not,” he mumbles, busying himself with the sink.

  Taehyung laughs, the sound filling the small apartment. “Sure you weren’t.”

  Jungkook focuses on the soapy water, his jaw tightening. He wants to tell him—to say that he wasn’t just staring, he was memorizing. But he knows better. Taehyung’s world is too full of possibilities to make room for the weight of what Jungkook feels.

  Taehyung yawns and stretches, his movements slow and languid. “I’m going to crash. Big day tomorrow.”

  Jungkook stands and stretches, too, feeling the fatigue settle back into his bones. “Yeah. Sleep well.”

  Taehyung heads to his room, stopping at the door. “Good night, Jungkook.”

  “Good night, Tae.”

  Jungkook stays in the living room, looking around at the empty walls and minimalist furniture. Despite the apartment’s starkness, there’s a warmth here, born from their interactions. He thinks about Taehyung’s words, about making time for themselves and for each other.

  He’s nervous, but he’s also excited. This is the start of something big, and he’s not alone in it. With Taehyung by his side, he feels like he can face whatever comes.

  Jungkook heads to his room, lies down on his bed, and closes his eyes. Tomorrow, everything begins.
 
  ~
 
  Jungkook stands at the base of MagiCorp’s headquarters, the crystalline spire piercing the Aetherian skyline like a wand mid-incantation. The building hums with latent energy, a testament to the technomagic industry it commands. He takes a deep breath, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag, and steps through the revolving door.

  The lobby is a cavern of glass and enchanted marble, the latter shifting hues in a slow, mesmerizing gradient. Holographic sprites flit about, projecting news updates and company accolades. Jungkook squints at one display: “MagiCorp: Twenty Years of Innovation and Compliance.” He feels a twinge of unease but brushes it aside. This is where he needs to be.

  At the reception desk, Jungkook collects a visitor’s badge from a sleek, automated panel. The badge glows faintly as he clips it to his shirt. He hesitates for a moment before heading to the elevator bank. He presses the top floor button, which glows with an ethereal light, and the elevator surges upward, faster than any spell he could cast.

  The doors open to a sleek, open-plan office. Rows of workstations bristle with arcane apparatus and modified laptops. Jungkook notes the lack of cubicle walls. The transparency is almost aggressive. He scans the room and finds a familiar face from Luminary University. The older student waves, then quickly returns to his work. Jungkook swallows hard. This isn’t an academic lab, after all.

  “Jungkook Jeon?” A tall woman with silver-streaked hair and severe glasses approaches. “I’m Marion Darq, director of Human-Magic Interfaces.”

  She extends a hand, and Jungkook shakes it, trying not to wince at her iron grip.

  “We expect great things from you,” she says, already turning away. “Come. The meeting has started.”

  He follows her to a glass-walled conference room. Inside, a dozen people sit around an oval table, their faces bathed in the glow of a floating, enchanted whiteboard. Marion takes a seat at the head of the table. Jungkook lingers at the door.

  “Sit,” Marion commands. “This is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>,” she adds, indicating a woman with curly red hair and kind eyes. “She’ll be your mentor.”

  Clara smiles, and Jungkook’s tension eases a fraction. He takes the last empty seat and pulls out a notepad. The man next to him elbows him lightly and whispers, “We just call these ‘scrums.’ Don’t stress.” Jungkook isn’t sure who this guy is, but he’s grateful for the reassurance.

  Marion clears her throat. “First, an update on department priorities.” One by one, the team reports on ongoing work: HarmonyNodes’ user adoption rates, SynchroSpell’s calibration issues, and Aetherium Augmented Reality’s progress on stability. Jungkook listens intently, scribbling notes and marveling at the scale of their work. This is real-world enchantment.

  Marion glances at Jungkook. “Jungkook, your first task will be reviewing the latest user feedback for HarmonyNodes. Clara will walk you through what we’re looking for. Expect to report by the end of the week.”

  “Got it,” Jungkook replies, his voice steady despite his nerves exploding in his stomach.

  “Finally,” Marion says, “welcome to the team.” The room murmurs its assent. Jungkook manages a “Thank you” before Marion stands, signaling the end of the meeting.

  As the group disperses, Clara walks over to Jungkook. “Don’t worry, you’ll find your footing. Come by my office later. I’ll give you the lay of the land.”

  Jungkook steps out of the conference room, dazed. He looks at his new employee badge. “Jungkook Jeon, Graduate Intern – HMI Prototype Designer.” It feels heavy.

  He makes his way to the intern bullpen, a small enclave on the twenty-fifth floor. The space is cramped, but the view of downtown is spectacular. He finds a desk with his name on it and sits down, running a hand through his hair.

  He flips through the stack of documents Clara has given him: user feedback forms, design schematics, internal memos. The sheer volume is daunting, but he feels a spark of excitement. This is real work, the kind that can make or break a product.

  He remembers Clara’s words: “We’re looking for insights, not just summaries.” He knows how to do this. It’s like analyzing enchantments, finding the underlying patterns and connections. He opens his laptop and starts a new document, his fingers flying over the keys as he makes notes on each piece of feedback.

  “HarmonyNodes are too intrusive,” one user writes. “I don’t like the idea of my Aetheric signature being logged.” Another says, “Great concept, but the privacy concerns are a deal-breaker.” Jungkook frowns. He reads through the feedback carefully, noting recurring themes and areas for improvement.

  “Jeon!” Jungkook startles and lifts his head to find the source of the shout. A gangly intern is grinning at him. “Lunch?”

  Jungkook finds himself in a bustling cafeteria on the 15th floor, seated with a motley crew of interns from various departments. The scent of mana-infused cuisine wafts through the air as he picks at his salad, listening intently as the others dive into animated conversations.

  “They have the best program for elemental magic,” declares a girl with violet streaks in her hair, tapping her enchanted spork on her tray for emphasis. “Arcane University produces the most skilled Elementalists in all of Aetheria. Just look at their alumni.”

  A bespectacled guy further down the table adjusts his glasses with a smirk. “Arcane might be good for tradition,” he says, “but the Technomage Institute is at the cutting edge of technomagic innovation. We integrate the latest Aetheric interfaces with groundbreaking efficiency. Tradition is nothing without progress.”

  “Please,” scoffs another intern with a pierced lip, waving a forkful of mana-steamed vegetables dismissively. “Enchanters’ College has the best program for practical enchantment. Our hands-on approach makes us more employable straight out of school. Employers want skills, not just degrees.”

  This sparks a derisive laugh from a tall boy with a rugby player’s build. “Luminary University strikes the perfect balance between theory and practice. It’s the superior institution for all magical disciplines. We produce well-rounded magicians who can adapt to any situation.”

  Jungkook perks up at the mention of Luminary, feeling a brief surge of pride and familiarity. He considers jumping in to support the tall boy’s claim, perhaps mentioning some of the notable faculty or the state-of-the-art labs that have given him such a solid foundation. He even thinks about bringing up the new Enchantment Lab, funded by an anonymous donor, that has revolutionized their research capabilities. But before he can muster the courage to speak, the conversation takes another sharp turn.

  The violet-streaked girl rolls her eyes dramatically. “Let’s be real. No matter where we studied, the real learning happens here in Silicon Hollow. All the theories and traditions are secondary to the experience we’re gaining now.” There’s a moment of uneasy silence, then nods of reluctant agreement around the table.

  The pierced-lip intern isn’t quite ready to concede. “Sure, but having a strong foundation is crucial. Without it, how can you even begin to apply what you learn here?”

  The tall boy with the rugby build shrugs. “You can have the best foundation in the world, but if you can’t adapt to the industry’s needs, you’re useless. It’s all about who can hit the ground running.”

  “Exactly,” says the bespectacled guy, leaning back in his chair. “We’re all starting from different places, but it’s how we evolve during these internships that will set us apart.”

  Jungkook thinks of Taehyung, wondering how his best friend is faring at Arcanum Works. Taehyung had always been the adaptable one, able to thrive in any situation with his natural charisma and quick thinking. Jungkook, on the other hand, had relied on the steady accumulation of knowledge and a clear path forward. The thought of having to evolve quickly, to adapt without the safety net of academia, makes his stomach tighten.

  The violet-streaked girl speaks up again, her tone softer but no less confident. “In the end, it’s all about connections. Who you know can be just as important as what you know. That’s why these internships are invaluable.”

  The conversation starts to peter out as the interns return their focus to their lunches. The competitive edge dulls, replaced by a weary camaraderie. They are all in the same boat, after all, trying to make their mark in a highly competitive field.

  Jungkook stays silent, absorbing their boasts and banter.

  Here he is now, at one of those big corporations. The opportunity at MagiCorp is a golden ticket—experience that could make him invaluable, not just employable. Yet every time he thinks about the company’s influence, about how they’ve shaped the industry to their advantage, he feels that same twinge of unease.

  One of the interns turns to Jungkook. “Where do you study?”

  He hesitates, then replies, “Luminary University.”

  The table goes quiet for a moment, and he can almost hear them calculating its rank in their mental league tables. He’s about to add something—maybe mention that Dr. Namjoon Kim works there or that Seokjin Kim had attended there, to give some borrowed prestige—when the girl with the violet streaks speaks up. “I’ve heard it’s a decent school for enchantment.”

  It’s a backhanded compliment, but Jungkook nods, grateful for even that small acknowledgment.

  The conversation shifts to their current projects, and Jungkook listens with a growing sense of imposter syndrome. These interns talk about their work as if they’re already seasoned professionals, dropping jargon and acronyms with casual ease. He thinks about the stack of feedback forms for HarmonyNodes waiting on his desk, about how he’s still trying to get a handle on even the most basic aspects of corporate life.

  The intern from the marketing department exclaims, “Can you imagine that we’ve made it here?”

  The table erupts in agreement, and Jungkook nods along, though his thoughts are elsewhere.

  He recalls the display in the lobby: “Twenty Years of Innovation and Compliance.” The word “compliance” sticks with him, gnawing at the edges of his excitement.

  As the lunch hour winds down, the interns start to peel away, making plans to meet up and socialize. Jungkook declines an invitation for after-work drinks, citing a need to catch up on reading. He’s grateful for the excuse—the stack of documents Clara gave him is genuinely intimidating, and he knows he needs every spare moment to get through them.

  Back at his desk, Jungkook starts organizing his notes into actionable categories. He focuses on user feedback for the HarmonyNodes, but his thoughts soon drift to the enchantment app. He picks up the stack of design documents, flipping through the pages with growing curiosity.

  The app is a collaboration between HMI and the Applied Technomagic Solutions department. It’s meant to be a user-friendly interface for casting basic spells, something that could democratize magic for non-practitioners. He thinks of his family’s shop, of the customers who long for a bit of magic in their lives but don’t have the time or talent to learn.

  Jungkook sketches some ideas on a notepad, imagining how the app would look and feel. He thinks about the balance between simplicity and power, about making something intuitive yet enchanting. He also considers how user interviews could help refine the app’s design, giving him a clearer sense of what people truly need from a magical interface.

  By the time he looks at the clock, it’s past seven. Most of the floor has cleared out, but he sees a few die-hards still at their desks. He packs up his things and heads to the elevator, his mind racing with ideas for the app.
 
  ~
 
  The diner is a cozy nook of warmth against the cool evening, its walls lined with old enamel signs and its booths a comfortable, lived-in vinyl. Taehyung and Jungkook sit across from each other, a candle flickering between them, casting playful shadows on Taehyung’s animated face.

  “…and the way they’re integrating traditional summoning with modern interfaces is just brilliant,” Taehyung says, his eyes sparkling with the excitement of a child unwrapping a long-desired gift. “Arcanum Works is so forward-thinking. I feel like I’m learning something revolutionary every hour.”

  Jungkook glances out the window, where a light drizzle has started to patter against the glass. The neon sign of a laundromat across the street blurs into a soft halo, and he thinks about compliance, about the new magical regulations, about his family’s small-time enchanted shop shop and its future. MagiCorp’s vision of the industry looms large in his mind, a monolithic thing that leaves little room for the kind of small, personal magic he grew up with. He stirs his drink, watching the ice cubes clink together, his thoughts a maelstrom of doubt and disillusionment.

  “…and a mutual friend says hi, by the way. They’re convinced I’m going to sell out and stay here forever,” Taehyung laughs, the sound rich and warm.

  Jungkook’s attention snaps back to his friend, his roommate, the man he has pined for for so long. Taehyung is all bright colors and sharp lines, a contrast to the soft, ambient glow of the diner. He’s wearing one of his trademark scarves, even in the summer heat, and it makes him look like a bohemian artist out of place in a working-class eatery.

  “Stay where?” Jungkook asks, belatedly.

  Taehyung laughs. A full chested laugh that makes Jungkook’s breath catch in his throat. “Don’t worry, I’ll go back and finish my degree in the fall. The money is good here, but I’ll never hear the end of it from my parents if I don’t get that piece of paper.”

  Attempting a half-smile, Jungkook tries to push his worries aside. It’s only the first day, he tells himself. He can still reconcile his ambitions with his values. It’s just one summer. For now, he just needs to listen.

  A young, cute waitress approaches their table, notepad in hand, and Taehyung’s attention shifts to her with the ease of a sunflower turning toward the morning light.

  “Hey there,” he says, his voice dipping into a warmer, more intimate register. “How’s your evening going?”

  The waitress blushes, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she tells him it’s been busy but good. Taehyung makes a playful pout, remarking that she deserves a break and maybe a cold drink.

  Jungkook watches the scene unfold, his chest tightening with a familiar, unwelcome ache. He knows this side of Taehyung all too well—the effortless charm, the flirtatious banter that comes as naturally to him as breathing. It’s not that he minds Taehyung’s friendliness. It’s the way he can turn it on for anyone that cuts deep, reminding Jungkook of his own unspoken and unreciprocated feelings.

  As the waitress scribbles down their orders, Taehyung makes a teasing comment about her necklace, saying it looks almost as radiant as her smile. Jungkook’s eyes drop to the table, his fingers tracing the edge of his glass. He feels like an intruder in his own life, watching from the sidelines as the man he loves doles out affection to everyone but him. The pain is sharp, like a sudden twist of a knife, and he braces himself for the habitual recovery.

  When the waitress finally departs, floating on the cloud of Taehyung’s compliments, Jungkook forces a laugh.

  “You’ll flirt with anything on two legs, won’t you?” he says, trying to sound amused rather than accusatory.

  Taehyung leans back in the booth, a smug grin playing on his lips.

  “Just hoping for extra portions,” he says, eyes sparkling with mischief.

  Jungkook shakes his head, the half-smile on his face not quite reaching his eyes.

  “If that’s your goal, you should be flirting with the chef instead,” he retorts, imagining Taehyung in the kitchen, still in his element, winning over the staff with a few well-placed compliments and that irresistible smile.

  Their playful banter hangs in the air for a moment, a delicate balance of jest and underlying tension. Jungkook takes a sip of his drink, the cold liquid doing little to soothe the warmth on his cheeks. He knows he should be savoring these moments with Taehyung, cherishing the time they have together during this summer internship. Yet, the more time they spend in each other’s company, the more unbearable his silent longing becomes. He probably should have thought that through before agreeing to room together.

  Taehyung studies Jungkook, his playful demeanor softening. “So how was your first day?” he asks, leaning in with genuine interest. “You haven’t said much.”

  Jungkook hesitates, choosing his words with the care of a surgeon wielding a scalpel. “It was… eye-opening. MagiCorp is huge. The scale of everything is a bit overwhelming.”

  Taehyung nods, a knowing look in his deep brown eyes. “You’ll get used to it. Remember, this is just the beginning. We’re here to learn.”

  “Yeah,” Jungkook says, more to convince himself than Taehyung. “Just the beginning.”

  Taehyung continues talking about his day, his enthusiasm radiating from every word, and Jungkook lets his friend’s energy wash over him. He stops thinking about compliance, about the industry, about the future. He watches Taehyung’s lips move, his hands gesticulate, his eyes dance with passion. There’s a comfort in Taehyung’s certainty, an anchor in his unyielding optimism.

  The soft clinking of cutlery, the murmur of other diners, the occasional sizzle from the kitchen—they all blend into a soothing soundtrack. Jungkook takes a sip of his drink, the cold seeping into his fingers, and he feels a warmth growing in his chest despite his earlier turmoil.

  Taehyung is still talking, and Jungkook isn’t sure when he stopped listening and started simply observing. He takes in the sharp lines of Taehyung’s jaw, the curve of his lips, the way his hair falls just so over his forehead. He thinks about all the nights like this they’ve shared, and all the nights still to come.

  A soft smile spreads across Jungkook’s face. For now, this is enough.
 
  ~
 
  Taehyung has dubbed it their “cultural excursion,” a weekend jaunt through the heart of Silicon Hollow. They start from their modest sublet, a short walk from the glittering core of the technomagical district. The morning is warm, the kind that coaxes lazy smiles from even the most beleaguered of summer interns.

  Jungkook trails slightly behind as Taehyung strides with purpose, his long legs eating up the sidewalk. The younger man casts a lingering look back at their street, a last bastion of unassuming charm in a city built on enchanted opulence. He adjusts the strap of his messenger bag. Its worn leather stands out among the sleek, spellbound accessories favored by the Hollow’s denizens.

  They enter the first of many plazas, this one dominated by a towering statue of a mage, staff aloft, cast in shimmering orichalcum. A plaque at its base proclaims it to be a monument to “The Spirit of Innovation.” Taehyung pauses, hands on hips, and whistles.

  “Can you imagine the mana output on that thing? It must be enough to power a small village.”

  Jungkook shrugs, noncommittal. “It’s impressive,” he concedes. “Feels a bit over the top maybe?”

  Taehyung nods thoughtfully.

  They move on, winding through streets lined with boutiques and cafes. Taehyung is in his element, pointing out various technomagic marvels with the enthusiasm of a tour guide. Jungkook listens in silence, his thoughts a half-step removed from the present.

  “Look at that,” Taehyung says, stopping abruptly. He gestures skyward, and Jungkook follows his gaze to a floating billboard. Its surface ripples like water, displaying a series of advertisements for the latest in magic-infused consumer goods. One of them features a familiar logo: the stylized, three-wand emblem of MagiCorp.

  “Your people,” Taehyung says with a grin. “Raking it in, as usual.”

  Jungkook’s frown deepens, though he quickly masks it with a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah. They’re everywhere.”

  Taehyung doesn’t notice, or perhaps he chooses not to. He is already moving again, talking about a new startup that combines summoning circles with smart crystal interfaces. Jungkook lets his friend’s voice wash over him, a comforting hum beneath the dissonance of his own thoughts.

  They pass a row of townhouses, each more ostentatious than the last. Enchanted topiaries in the shapes of mythical creatures populate front yards, and Jungkook can feel the ambient magic prickle at his skin.

  Jungkook’s phone vibrates, and he fishes it out of his messenger bag with a practiced motion. He reads the screen and sighs. It’s a message from his cousin back home: 
  
    U shld call ur parents more. They keep saying how proud they are of ur internship, but u know they worry when they don't hear from u.
  

  Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, feeling the weight of the words sink in. He knows his parents are proud, but they don’t understand the conflict he’s going through, the disillusionment that has settled over him like a dark cloud.

  He types a quick response, "I’ll call them soon, promise," and pockets his phone. His thoughts drift to the family shop, to the enchanted goods that gather dust on the shelves. He remembers the nights he and his father spent in the workshop, the hum of the old enchantment loom a comforting constant.

  Taehyung, oblivious to Jungkook’s internal struggle, has been chattering about the latest technomagic trends. Jungkook tunes back in just in time to hear something about Aetherium networks and modular spellcraft. They turn a corner, and the street opens up into another plaza. The sound of magic-powered trolleys and the chatter of weekend shoppers create a vibrant, almost festive atmosphere.

  Taehyung stops in front of another plaza, tilting his head to admire the statue.

  “They really went all out with this design,” he says, his voice tinged with awe. “The mana channels must be intricate as hell.”

  Jungkook squints at the statue, the ambient glow of mana almost blinding. “How do you think this part of town got access to an entire ley line? It’s like they’re sitting on a gold mine of aetherial energy.” His tone carries a mix of genuine curiosity and underlying skepticism.

  Taehyung shrugs, his nonchalance unshaken. “Maybe they funded a redirection project? Or perhaps there’s an ancient node here that the developers tapped into. Who knows?”

  “Isn’t the MLA supposed to regulate ley line access?” Jungkook continues, his thoughts drifting. “It seems a bit unbalanced that one neighborhood can hog so much power.”

  Taehyung scratches his head, considering. “The MLA sets the rules, but enforcement is another matter. Plus, regulations often have loopholes. It’s complicated, Kook. The ley lines have been here longer than the Act, longer than any of us.”

  Jungkook isn’t convinced, but he lets it drop. He takes in the statue one last time, the mage’s staff crackling with excess energy, and imagines what that power could do for a small village like the one his family is from.

  They wander through several more plazas, each more lavish than the last, until they find themselves in a small square surrounded by high-end shops. The air here is thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and enchanted pastries. In the center of the square, a fountain catches their eye, its base carved to resemble a cluster of crystalline flowers. Enchanted water arcs gracefully from flower to flower, creating a kaleidoscope of colors as it catches the sunlight.

  Taehyung’s eyes light up. “This is beautiful. The craftsmanship is exquisite.”

  Jungkook takes a seat on a nearby bench, setting his messenger bag beside him. “It’s something, alright,” he says, though his tone is more subdued. He watches as Taehyung circles the fountain, examining it from different angles like an art connoisseur.

  The fountain sparkles in the evening light, its enchanted jets twisting and spiraling like dancers. Jungkook watches the water rise and fall, the motion hypnotic yet unnerving. His mind drifts to the shopkeeper’s words, to his parents’ shop. Could they afford something like this—a fountain that doesn’t just function but dazzles? No, they’d be happy just to repair the leaky pipe behind the counter.

  Taehyung marvels at the artistry, snapping a quick picture with his phone. “It’s like magic and art had a baby,” he says with a grin.

  Jungkook forces a laugh, but his chest feels tight.

  He looks at Taehyung, who is still absorbed in the fountain’s beauty, and feels a pang of something he can’t quite name. Loneliness, perhaps, or the ache of unspoken feelings. He’s in a melancholy mood, he realizes, homesick and uncertain about everything. How much easier would it be if he could just pour his heart out to Taehyung? But even that thought is exhausting.

  They continue weaving through the streets, Taehyung’s voice filling the air with observations and insights. Jungkook walks in silence, letting his friend’s enthusiasm carry them forward.

  The gulf between them feels wide today, but Jungkook doesn’t have the words to explain it. Taehyung means well with his enthusiasm, he knows, but the unspoken distance has a weight all its own.

  For now, he lets Taehyung lead the way, watching the Hollow’s sparkling displays with a quiet unease. He wonders if he will ever feel at home here, or if his place is elsewhere, in the quiet corners where magic feels more human.

  They move on, the streets growing narrower and more crowded. Their path winds downward, away from the glittering heart of Silicon Hollow and into the worker districts. The once-pristine sidewalks are now cluttered with pop-up stalls and street vendors, each hawking their own brand of enchanted trinkets. The air is thick with the scent of charmed incense and the occasional spark of a misfired spell.

  Jungkook sidesteps as a mana-sparked rickshaw zips past, the driver yelling over the din of the marketplace. He raises a hand in apology, his face a mix of weariness and concern. Taehyung, unperturbed, strolls beside him with the languid grace of a man on holiday.

  “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?” Taehyung says, not waiting for an answer. He pulls out a small, enchanted notepad and scribbles something with a rune-tipped stylus. “The way the mana infrastructure trickles down here. It’s like a living organism, with the Hollow as the heart and these districts as the limbs.”

  Jungkook watches a group of children playing in the street, their game a rough and tumble, using enchanted brooms and makeshift goals. One child takes a spill off their broom, and Jungkook’s body tenses as if to rush over, but he holds back. The kid pops up, laughing, and Jungkook’s expression softens.

  They turn a corner and find an alley where a series of makeshift portals flicker and hum. Each is a rough-hewn oval, their edges sparking with unstable mana. Workers toss packages into the shimmering surfaces, which dissolve and reappear in the hands of waiting recipients at the alley’s far end. The portals clog and stutter, but the flow of goods is relentless.

  “Check this out,” Taehyung says, eyes wide. “They’ve kludged together different enchantments to make a transport network.” He approaches a woman standing near the portals, who appears to be supervising the operation. “Excuse me, did you design this system?”

  The woman wipes her brow and nods, giving Taehyung an irritated sort of look. “Had to. The old crystal-run couriers became too expensive. This setup saves us a fortune, even if it’s a bit temperamental.”

  Jungkook feels a flush of embarrassment as Taehyung dives in with his usual tactless enthusiasm, bombarding the woman with a flurry of questions about mana efficiency, stability enchantments, and the practical hurdles of maintaining such a makeshift system. The woman’s initial irritation softens slightly as she answers, though her eyes still flicker with the impatience of someone who has more pressing tasks at hand. Jungkook hangs back, his posture uneasy.

  Instead he watches the workers, still busy moving goods through the portals. He notes the lines of fatigue etched into their faces, the hurried and harried motions as they navigate the cramped alley. The workers remind him of his parents during the shop’s busiest seasons, stretched thin yet soldiering on. He knows all too well the kind of pressure they’re under, the constant struggle to make do with limited resources and the fear of what happens if they can’t keep up.

  Taehyung, undeterred by the woman’s curt responses, continues to probe. “How do you handle the mana drain on the portals? Do you have a centralized reservoir, or are you leeching from the local grid?” The woman crosses her arms, her stance defensive but resigned. “We scrape by with what we can pull from ambient sources. It’s not ideal, but we manage.”

  Jungkook’s attention drifts to a nearby stall where an elderly man is attempting to sell enchanted amulets. The man’s hands shake as he demonstrates their supposed powers, and Jungkook feels a pang of sorrow when the potential buyer walks away uninterested. His thoughts wander to the amulet his mother gave him before he left for the summer, a simple charm crafted with love and skill, now lying unused in his dresser.

  Taehyung thanks the woman and turns back to Jungkook, who snaps out of his reverie just in time to see his friend’s eyes sparkling with the thrill of newfound knowledge. “Isn’t it amazing how they innovate out of necessity?” Taehyung says, but Jungkook can only muster a half-hearted nod.

  As they walk, Taehyung is still buzzing with excitement. “Can you believe the engineering behind that? It’s so clever how they’ve repurposed old spells and woven them into something new.”

  Jungkook remains silent, deep in thought. He steals one last glance at the alley, at the workers and their makeshift portals, and wonders how many of them have families waiting for them, how many are just trying to get by like his own.

  As they round the corner, they are bombarded with a chaotic mix of sounds: the loud voices of multiple food vendors, all competing to be heard above the others in a disorganized choir. The mingled scents of mana-infused delicacies waft through the air, creating an olfactory maelstrom that makes Jungkook’s stomach growl loudly. He glances at Taehyung, expecting him to stop and indulge, but makes no move to halt their progress himself. Taehyung eyes a skewer of meat that glows faintly with embedded runes, considers it for a moment with a thoughtful tilt of his head, then shrugs and keeps walking.

  “It’s amazing how they’ve adapted,” Taehyung says, gesturing at a street vendor selling glowing trinkets. “Even with limited resources, they create such intricate designs.”

  “Yeah, it’s... resourceful,” Jungkook says, his voice trailing off. His eyes linger on the vendor’s hands, trembling as they handle delicate enchantments. “But do you think they want to ‘adapt’? Or maybe they’d rather not have to?”

  Taehyung laughs lightly, missing the edge in Jungkook’s tone. “It’s the spirit of innovation. You can’t stop progress, Kook.”

  Jungkook glances at him, his expression unreadable. “No, I guess you can’t.”

  Jungkook’s mind drifts back to the alley and the workers, to their tired eyes and determined hands. He thinks about his parents, about how they’ve had to adapt and innovate just to stay afloat. The pride he’d once felt when he received the internship offer from MagiCorp floods back momentarily, but it’s tainted now, overlaid with a gnawing uncertainty. That awe of getting to be here, at the center of innovation, now feels a bit hollow, replaced by a creeping disillusionment.

  Jungkook waits while Taehyung scribbles something in his enchanted notepad, the pen glowing faintly as it moves across the page. With a sigh, Jungkook pulls out his phone and types a quick message.

  Jungkook: 
  
    u ever feel like ur part of the problem?
  

  He stares at the screen, waiting for it to light up with a response. Taehyung ambles ahead, stopping occasionally to peer into shop windows, humming under his breath like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

  They stop in front of a small shop tucked between stalls selling glowing trinkets and enchanted charms. The sign above the door hangs crooked, the mana-infused paint flaking away. Inside, a man hunches over a workbench, his gnarled hands guiding a broken mana crystal into place.

  “You sell these, too?” Taehyung asks, stepping inside and pointing to the shelves of outdated spell components.

  The shopkeeper shakes his head. “Just repairs now. No one wants the old stuff anymore—not when they can buy those cheap imports from MagiCorp.” His voice is tinged with bitterness.

  Jungkook’s chest tightens. He sees his father in this man—the same weary posture, the same resigned tone. His parents’ shop had survived on repairs, too, patching up what the big companies wouldn’t bother with.

  “Must be tough,” Jungkook says softly, his gaze fixed on the crystal as the man casts a basic stabilization spell.

  “Tough doesn’t cover it, son.” The man straightens, wiping sweat from his brow. “We don’t even get the proper leyline flow anymore. Guess it’s all been rerouted uptown for those big fancy tech companies.”

  Taehyung, oblivious to the tension, picks up a cracked amulet. “Still, it’s impressive you’ve kept this place running. These charms have character.”

  The shopkeeper’s lips twitch in a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Character doesn’t pay the bills, boy.”

  Jungkook and Taehyung exit the shop with an uncomfortable air around them. The door closes with a jangle, sealing them in an awkward silence filled with unspoken thoughts and lingering guilt. Jungkook's mind is racing, replaying the words of the shopkeeper and the harsh realities they witnessed throughout the day. He can't help but wonder how different their perspectives would be if their roles were reversed and his family was struggling like the shopkeeper's. He ponders if he would see the world with the same optimism that Taehyung does.

  Jungkook’s phone buzzes, startling him out of his thoughts. He looks down, hopeful, and sees the screen light up with a new message.

  Jimin: 
  
    what’s up?
  

  Jungkook hesitates, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. Then the words come spilling out, fast and unfiltered.

  Jungkook: 
  
    the workers here r struggling sm. it’s like seeing my parents but worse. we’re learning all this stuff to make things “better,” but is it really? feels like i’m just feeding into a system that doesn’t care about ppl.
  

  He presses send and immediately regrets it. Shoving the phone back into his pocket, he quickens his pace, catching up to Taehyung, who’s stopped in front of a display of enchanted scarves. But the weight in Jungkook’s chest doesn’t lighten. He pulls the phone out again, glancing at the screen. Nothing.

  Then, finally, it buzzes.

  Jimin: 
  
    it’s not easy, koo. sometimes u gotta play the game b4 u can change the rules.
  

  Jungkook exhales sharply. His fingers hover over the keyboard before he types again, more carefully this time.

  Jungkook: 
  
    what if i can’t change anything? what if i’m just making it worse?
  

  The reply comes faster this time, almost like Jimin had been waiting for it.

  Jimin: 
  
    u gotta believe the experience will help long term. don’t lose sight of why ur here.
  

  Jungkook stops walking, his shoes scuffing against the pavement. Taehyung glances back, eyebrows raised in question. Jungkook lifts a finger, signaling he needs a moment.

  Jungkook: 
  
    idk abt my future anymore. the choices i’ve made.
  

  There’s a pause. Not as long this time, but long enough to make Jungkook’s stomach twist.

  Jimin: 
  
    ik how that feels.
  

  Jungkook sighs, the weight in his chest shifting but not lifting. He pockets his phone and catches up to Taehyung, who waits patiently, his notepad now tucked away. “Everything okay?”

  Jungkook forces a small smile. “Yeah, just talking to Jimin.”

  Taehyung slows, noticing Jungkook’s distant expression. “Do you want to grab something?” he asks, gesturing back toward the stalls. Jungkook shakes his head, though his eyes linger on a stand selling enchanted fruit, each piece glowing with a soft, magical aura.

  Taehyung’s eyes light up as he spots a small stand overflowing with colorful, glowing textiles. “Oh! I know what I need!” He makes a beeline for the enchanted sock stand, leaving Jungkook to trail behind in his wake. The vendor is an older woman with silver hair, and she greets Taehyung with a warm, knowing smile.

  Taehyung dives into the assortment with the enthusiasm of a child in a candy store, picking up pairs and letting their magical properties sparkle in his hands. Each set of socks has a different enchantment: warmth, cooling, luck, even a pair that promises to massage your feet as you walk. Taehyung examines them all with a discerning eye, occasionally showing one to Jungkook, who nods and smiles, though his thoughts are still tangled in the day’s revelations.

  “I’ll take the whole collection,” Taehyung declares, and Jungkook can’t help but chuckle at his friend’s extravagance. Taehyung turns to Jungkook with a grin. “You know, enchanted socks are the most underrated magical accessory.”

  As the vendor wraps up the socks, Taehyung leans in and asks about their methods of enchantment. The woman’s eyes brighten, and she begins to explain the traditional techniques she uses, her voice filled with pride. Taehyung listens intently, not interrupting, and Jungkook watches them, feeling a warmth spread in his chest. This is the Taehyung he loves—the one who respects tradition, who takes genuine interest in the craft and the people behind it.

  Jungkook’s yearning is intense, a mixture of fondness and desire. He understands that Taehyung’s inquisitiveness and zeal are what make him so alluring, but it’s these same traits that create a barrier between them. Taehyung can fully immerse himself in any and every experience, while Jungkook grapples with his own inner struggles trying to keep up.

  The vendor finishes her explanation and Taehyung thanks her profusely, tucking the parcel of socks under his arm with a satisfied air. They start to walk away, but Taehyung pauses and turns back, pulling out a small pouch of coins.

  “For your time,” he says, handing the woman a tip. She takes it with a grateful nod, and Jungkook feels his heart squeeze. Taehyung really does mean well, even if he doesn’t always see the bigger picture.

  They leave the marketplace, the chaos of sounds and smells fading into the background as they move into quieter streets. The sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows and bathing the city in a warm, golden hue. Jungkook thinks about the day, about the disparities they’ve seen, and about the unspoken tensions between him and Taehyung. He’s tired, not just physically but emotionally, yet there’s a comfort in Taehyung’s presence that he can’t deny.

  “Ready to head back?”

  Jungkook nods, though he’s not sure he is. They start the long walk toward their sublet, the setting sun casting the worker districts in a warm, deceptive glow.

  He feels a buzz in his pocket and realizes he hadn’t really finished his conversation with Jimin.

  Jimin: 
  
    how r things going w Tae?
  

  Jungkook swallows and decides to leave Jimin on read. He’ll figure out how to answer that question later. Maybe.

  Taehyung walks with an easy looseness, as if the day has merely added to his store of energy. Jungkook lags, his thoughts a dense tangle of ambition, guilt, and something else he can’t quite name. It might just be his heart breaking in two.

  The sun dips lower, their elongated shadows stretching before them like the paths of two diverging roads.'
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