"What are you doing here?" you asked, irritation lacing your voice as Taehyung shouldered past you, brushing you aside as if you were merely an obstacle. He strode purposefully into your apartment, his presence filling the space with an unsettling energy.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, a dismissive gesture that set your nerves on edge. "I'm not stupid, you know? Of course, Jungkook would be here," he replied, his tone dripping with a mix of boredom and annoyance. He began rummaging through your apartment, his movements quick and almost frantic as he searched for any sign of Jungkook. The way he invaded your space made your skin crawl-this was your sanctuary, and he was turning it upside down.
A surge of anxiety coursed through you as the reality of the situation settled in. Jungkook could walk through the door at any moment, and you knew how unpredictable he could be. Your mind raced back to the harrowing events of their time in prison-the fights, the confrontations, the unhinged obsession Jungkook harbored for you. Although you appeared unflappable, inside you were a storm of fear. You had trained yourself to mask your emotions, to maintain a calm façade even in the eye of chaos. You couldn't afford to show weakness, not with the stakes this high.
Taehyung's probing gaze met yours, and he leaned forward, arms crossed tightly over his chest as if it were a shield. "He's not here. If you didn't know," you replied, voice steady, though your heart raced, "Jungkook attacked me before he escaped from prison."
"Yeah, but he's still obsessed with you," Taehyung shot back, frustration etched on his face. He studied you closely, searching for any hint of fear that might betray you. But you were a master at concealing your emotions, and the poker face you wore only seemed to irritate him more.
"Where is he?" Taehyung demanded, his grip tightening painfully around your wrist.
"Not here. You can clearly see for yourself," you insisted, trying to pull away from his grasp, but he wouldn't relent.
"Don't treat me like I'm an idiot, please, Y/N," he retorted sharply.
Your gaze flickered to the gun holstered against his right leg, the cold metal a reminder of the danger lurking in your home. A wave of dread washed over you as you silently prayed for Jungkook to fuck the entire planet, if that meant to delay in returning. You didn't know what would happen if he walked in now, but the thought was chilling.
But, of course, the universe had other plans. You heard the unmistakable creak of the bedroom door opening, and your heart plummeted into your stomach. Jungkook appeared in the doorway, his presence ominous, filling the room with an electric tension.
His gaze immediately fell on Taehyung, narrowing dangerously. Leaning against the door frame, he shoved his hands deep into his jeans pockets, exuding an air of casual menace. The atmosphere shifted; his eyes flickered from Taehyung's hand tightly gripping your wrist to the scrutiny of Taehyung's face. The unspoken tension between the three of you crackled in the air, thickening with unvoiced challenges and looming danger.
"You."
You felt a chill run down your spine at the sound of his low, menacing voice. The intensity in Jungkook's gaze was palpable, making the air around you thick with tension.
"Taehyung, please," you pleaded, desperation creeping into your tone. "Don't tell anyone about this. The prison... it isn't the answer."
Taehyung remained silent, his expression unreadable as he released your wrist, his grip fading but his eyes still fixed intently on Jungkook. The weight of unspoken words hung heavily between the three of you, and you knew that this moment could change everything.
Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he took in Taehyung's unyielding demeanor. "Was it not enough for you?" he taunted, an edge of mockery in his voice. "I thought I made my stance clear. My answer is final: I am not interested."
He let out a brief, hollow laugh and straightened himself, closing the distance between him and Taehyung with measured steps. The expression that twisted across his face in that moment was enigmatic; a jarring mix of relief and fury that left you unsettled. It was as if he was wrestling with conflicting emotions that neither of you could truly comprehend.
The silence that followed was deafening, charged with unresolved tension and the looming threat of betrayal. You could feel the stakes rising, and with every passing second, you understood just how precarious your situation had become.
"I hope you didn't touch her, you freak." Taehyung threatened. Then for your horror, he pulled his gun out and pointed it towards Jungkook. "I can easily kill you right now. I could say it was self-defense."
"But you forgot that you have a witness." You quickly said as you made a step backward.
"Well, I could kill you as well. I could just say that Jungkook attacked you and killed you. When I came it was already too late." Taehyung made a grimace under your frightened expression.
"Then kill me." Jungkook grinned. "But you would not do that. Because I know your secret." Jungkook reached out and wrapped his fingers around Taehyung's hand bringing the gun close to his chest. "Come on. What are you waiting for? "
Taehyung's eyes widened in shock, the world around him momentarily fading as he processed Jungkook's bold words. His hand trembled involuntarily, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he felt Jungkook's fingers tighten around his own. The intensity of Jungkook's gaze was nearly overwhelming, sending shivers down Taehyung's spine as he struggled to find his voice.
"You know very well that you can't hate me," Jungkook continued, his tone both teasing and taunting. A smirk played on his lips, hinting at the depths of his awareness. "I always knew about your feelings towards me. Did you really think I was oblivious to the way you looked at me when you thought I wasn't paying attention?"
Taehyung's heart raced, a mixture of vulnerability and frustration washing over him. Memories flooded his mind-those stolen glances, the unspoken connection that crackled between them in moments of silence. Jungkook leaned in closer, his breath warm against Taehyung's ear. "If I slept with that slut of your girlfriend, it was only to show you exactly what you were missing. Maybe this way, you would finally see her true colors. I did you a favor, really."
Taehyung felt a knot tighten in his stomach, the image of Jungkook entwined with his girlfriend flashing in his mind. Jungkook continued, his voice smooth like silk yet laced with mischievousness. "Perhaps it was too much for me to smile at the camera while I was fucking her. Sorry about that," Jungkook chuckled lightly, "but I couldn't help myself. She was foolish and boring as fuck. But knowing you were watching, feeling your gaze on me... well, it was exhilarating."
The weight of Jungkook's words settled heavily in the air between them. Taehyung swallowed hard, his emotions boiling beneath the surface as Jungkook nonchalantly winked, a playful glint in his eyes. "After all, you are way hotter than she ever was." Those words hung in the air, a chaotic mix of admiration and jealousy swirling within Taehyung.
With a casual ease, Jungkook reached for his gun, placing it back in its holster with a deliberate slowness, the tension palpable as he locked eyes with Taehyung once more. In that charged moment, everything hung in the balance, leaving Taehyung engulfed in a whirlpool of confusion and undeniable attraction.
Jungkook was acutely aware of the depth of Taehyung's feelings for him. It was no secret; Taehyung's affection was as palpable as the air around them. Jungkook, often brimming with a carefree charm, flirted with everyone in his orbit, but there was something distinct about Taehyung. He was fragile in a way that felt different, more genuine, and Jungkook couldn't overlook that. The innocent way Taehyung looked at him, the tenderness in his gestures-it all revealed a heart that was wide open yet incredibly vulnerable. Jungkook realized that if he got too close, he could break Taehyung, shattering the boy's hopeful spirit.
And so, in a moment of painful clarity, Jungkook felt he had to act. He didn't want to be the reason behind Taehyung's heartbreak, but the sharpness of his actions revealed the complications of his intentions. Jungkook stabbed him to create a divide between them to make sure Taehyung understood that anything beyond friendship was impossible. It was cruel, but Jungkook believed it was necessary.
With a heavy heart, Jungkook extended his arm, palm facing up, steady as he awaited Taehyung's response. The tension in the air was palpable. "Where is my chocolate?"
Taehyung stood before him, visibly shaken, his eyes wide with confusion as he searched Jungkook's face for clarity. His mind raced to comprehend the bizarre string of events unfolding right in front of him. He never imagined that his affection for Jungkook would come to light, but here it was, hanging in the air like a delicate thread ready to snap. His thoughts strayed to the implications of Jungkook's words, the realization washing over him. Chocolate? What did that even have to do with anything else happening right now?
Just then, Taehyung's lips quivered slightly; he seemed to hesitate, almost retreating into himself, before he bit down on his lower lip, fighting to regain his composure. Slowly, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a large, shiny wrapper. His heart raced as he held the chocolate bar-his secret offering-close to his chest.
"You knew," Taehyung blurted out, his voice barely above a whisper, as he gently placed the chocolate onto Jungkook's outstretched palm.
"Yeah," Jungkook replied, a teasing laugh escaping his lips, lightening the heavy atmosphere. "You always thought I was asleep. You'd wait for me to doze off just so you could sneak the chocolate close to the bars of my cell, hoping I wouldn't catch you." He shrugged, amusement dancing in his eyes as he began to unwrap the chocolate, the sound of rustling foil filling the silence that hung between them. "I get it, though. You were scared of how you felt about someone like me."
As Jungkook devoured the chocolate, savoring each bite, Taehyung stood frozen in place, caught between embarrassment and an undeniable yearning that twisted in his chest. The moment was charged with unspoken words-feelings tangled with heartache and hope-making it impossible for either of them to turn away. Jungkook was oblivious to the turmoil he had ignited within Taehyung, too consumed by the sweetness melting in his mouth. But for Taehyung, the encounter meant everything and nothing at once, leaving him wrestling with his emotions long after the chocolate was gone.
Taehyung's gaze dropped and you could see tears gathering in his eyes.
You got to be kidding me. This is a gay thing or it's just me having a problem? You couldn't help but ask yourself.
"Wait. You were the one giving him chocolate all this time?" You stepped firmly between Jungkook and Taehyung, your patience having evaporated long ago, frustration bubbling up inside you.
Jungkook raised a cheeky eyebrow at you, an amused glint in his eyes. "Why? Is it a problem or what?" he asked, a playful challenge in his voice.
"No, it's just... I thought it was Jin." Your shoulders sagged in defeat, your brain scrambling to make sense of the chaos unfolding before you. The implications of Taehyung providing Jungkook with chocolate flooded your mind. Did that mean Taehyung was the one who had drugged him? But why would he do such a thing, especially without the key to Jungkook's cell in his possession? The confusion only deepened.
"The director came sometimes as well. Indeed, white chocolate is my favorite," Jungkook chimed in with a grin, his tone light and carefree as he winked at Taehyung. "Sorry, baby."
You felt utterly lost for words, staring at Jungkook's cheerful expression as he chewed on the chocolate like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. Your gaze shifted to Taehyung, whose cheeks were flushed, his eyes glued to the brown-haired boy with an intensity that perplexed you even more.
Hadn't Taehyung claimed to hate Jungkook? The whole situation felt surreal and bizarre.
Without thinking it through, you grabbed Taehyung's arm and dragged him towards the front door. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could utter a single word, you had already shut the door firmly in his face.
Turning back, you found Jungkook staring at you, his wide eyes filled with a mix of surprise and delight. His cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel, having stuffed the remaining chocolate into his mouth, and he struggled comically to chew it all at once.
You couldn't help but crack a smile, laughter bubbling up inside you until tears started to stream down your cheeks. The sight was just too much-a delighted Jungkook, as if he was terrified that the chocolate might somehow vanish or sprout wings and fly away.
"What is it, Jungkook? Can't you convince a single girl to buy you chocolate?" You teased, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you relished the moment, fully aware of his playful glare.
After swallowing the mouthful of chocolate, Jungkook began to advance toward you, cleaning his fingers with his tongue in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.
"It seems that we didn't finish our earlier conversation," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. His hands encircled your waist, drawing you closer until you felt the warmth radiating from his body. You gasped softly as he cupped your backside, pulling you firmly against him, the contact igniting something within you. One of his hands slipped under your shirt, gliding across the soft skin of your side, sending tingling sensations up your spine. "You didn't explain to me about what love you were talking about. So tell me, is it about the same love I know, or is it something else?" His breath tickled your ear as he leaned in, giving it a playful bite.
"Not until you tell me everything about you. Who you are, what you really feel, and what happened to you," you whispered, your words flowing from your lips with an intensity that surprised even you. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours as the charged atmosphere enveloped you both.
Jungkook tilted his head slightly, an expression of intrigue tracing his features. You felt a wave of anxiety wash over you as you put yourself on the line like this-alone, with a boy whose dangerous charm captivated and terrified you in equal measure. He studied you intently, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a penetrating gaze.
Then, to your astonishment, he smirked, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Okay... Let's talk then, baby girl."