The door creaked open.
Taehyung's body tensed.Jungkook's heart plummeted.
Standing there — tall, broad, furious — was Namjoon.
"Get. Off. My. Brother."
The words were calm.Too calm.
Jungkook scrambled off the desk, cheeks flushed, trying to fix his clothes. "Hyung—wait—"
But Namjoon was already storming across the room. His hand slammed into Taehyung's chest, shoving him back.
"You're his professor? You're supposed to teach him, not—fucking corrupt him!"
Taehyung barely flinched.
"He's not a child," he said coldly. "And I'm not forcing him into anything."
"Bullshit," Namjoon growled. "You're twenty-four. He's sixteen. You think that's love? That's grooming."
Taehyung's jaw tightened.He didn't back down. Not an inch.
"You don't know what's between us."
"I don't need to," Namjoon snapped. "I know my brother. And I know people like you."
"People like me?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow, dangerously quiet. "You mean people who make him feel seen? Safe? Wanted?"
Jungkook's voice broke through.
"STOP! Both of you!"
They froze.
Jungkook stepped between them, trembling. "I chose him. This wasn't one-sided. I've liked him for months, and I'm not a damn puppet!"
"Do you even understand what you're getting into?" Namjoon's voice cracked. "He could lose everything. You could be expelled. He could be arrested—"
"Let them arrest me," Taehyung said darkly. "I'd still choose him."
And then—
"Maybe you shouldn't."
A soft, bitter voice echoed from the doorway.
They all turned.
Jimin.
Jungkook's childhood best friend.Wide eyes. Pale face. And heartbreak in every line of his expression.
"Kook," he whispered. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Jungkook swallowed hard. "Because I knew what you'd say."
"I'm not mad you love someone," Jimin said, stepping forward. "I'm mad you picked him."
Taehyung narrowed his eyes. "Watch it."
"No," Jimin snapped. "I've watched enough. Jungkook, you always fall for people who make you feel like you're special—because you don't believe you already are. He's feeding off that."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Jungkook shouted, voice cracking.
Silence.
Tears welled in his eyes.
"I love him," he whispered. "And I don't care what anyone thinks."
Taehyung reached for his hand.
Namjoon stepped forward.
Jimin blocked him.
The room crackled with tension — four hearts colliding.
And then—
Jungkook turned away.
"I need time."