Hate You Too, Love You
1
The room was charged with tension as Taehyung, a man known for his sharp business acumen and unyielding resolve, sat at the head of the table. His presence commanded attention, every executive in the room awaiting his final decision. Today was the culmination of months of work, and Taehyung was moments away from closing one of the most significant deals of his career.
As he picked up the pen, ready to sign the contract, the heavy oak doors of the boardroom suddenly burst open. The interruption caused a murmur to ripple through the room.
Jeon Jungkook
*With a smirk, as he strides in confidently* You didn’t think I’d let you have this one, did you, Taehyung?
Taehyung’s expression remained cold, his irritation hidden beneath a calm exterior. But inside, he seethed. Jungkook had a knack for showing up at the worst possible moments, always with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face.
Jungkook’s entrance, dressed in a sleek black suit, made it clear that he wasn’t here for a friendly visit. His eyes gleamed with mischief, enjoying the discomfort he caused. He thrived in these moments, where he could throw Taehyung off balance.
Kim Taehyung
*Coldly, with a steady gaze* You’re too late. This deal is mine.
Jeon Jungkook
*Mockingly* I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I’ve already made a better offer.
The executives exchanged uneasy glances as Taehyung glanced at the document. His jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he refused to let Jungkook see any sign of weakness.
This wasn’t the first time Jungkook had swooped in at the last minute, undercutting Taehyung with his ruthless tactics. But Taehyung wasn’t about to back down. Not now, not ever.
Kim Taehyung
*With quiet determination* We’ll see who comes out on top, Jungkook.
Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. He leaned closer to Taehyung, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Jeon Jungkook
*Tauntingly* Oh, I’m counting on it.
With that, he turned on his heel and left the room, leaving behind a room full of tension and a fuming Taehyung. The battle lines had been drawn once again.
That evening, as the city lights twinkled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Taehyung’s office, he replayed the day’s events in his mind. Jungkook had a way of getting under his skin like no one else. Taehyung had faced countless rivals over the years, but none had ever irritated him quite like Jungkook.
His thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of his phone. A message from Jungkook lit up the screen.
Jeon Jungkook
✉️Hope you’re not too upset. Business is just business, after all.
Taehyung’s irritation flared anew. He typed back a curt reply, his fingers tapping sharply against the screen.
Kim Taehyung
✉️You’ve crossed the line, Jungkook. Don’t think I’ll forget this.
Jungkook typed a quick reply, his smirk never fading.
Jeon Jungkook
✉️Good. It wouldn’t be as fun if you did.
Kim Taehyung
Top businessman and CEO.
Charismatic, intelligent, and determined.
His rivalry with Jungkook complicates everything
Jeon Jungkook
Business rival and entrepreneur.
Ambitious, stubborn, and fiercely independent. Jungkook is known for his cold, selfish demeanor, pushing everyone away, including Taehyung.
2
Taehyung’s days had become a blur of meetings, strategies, and relentless competition with Jungkook. The rivalry that once seemed like a mere business challenge had now seeped into every aspect of his life, even affecting his relationship with his parents.
Namjoon and Seokjin had always been supportive of Taehyung’s ambitions, but lately, they had grown concerned. They had seen how the feud with Jungkook was consuming their son, how it was turning him into someone they barely recognized.
Wanting to bring some peace back into their lives, Namjoon and Seokjin invited Taehyung for a quiet family dinner. They hoped to talk to him, to remind him of what really mattered.
But as they were setting the table, the doorbell rang. Seokjin opened the door, expecting to see Taehyung. Instead, he was greeted by Jungkook, standing there with a bottle of expensive wine and that same infuriating smirk.
Kim Seokjin
*Startled*Jungkook? What are you doing here?
Jungkook’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Jeon Jungkook
*Lightly* I thought I’d join you all for dinner. Taehyung and I are practically family, after all.
Seokjin blinked in surprise, and before he could react, Jungkook strolled into the dining room, making himself at home. Namjoon, who had been pouring wine, looked up in surprise.
Kim Namjoon
*With a hint of displeasure* Jungkook, this is a family dinner. Why are you here?
Jungkook set the bottle of wine on the table and flashed them a charming smile.
Jeon Jungkook
*Casually* I just wanted to spend some quality time with Taehyung and his lovely parents.
Before they could protest further, Taehyung arrived, his mood immediately darkening at the sight of Jungkook in his parents’ home.
Kim Taehyung
*Coldly* What the hell are you doing here, Jungkook?
Jeon Jungkook
*Mockingly* Is that any way to greet your rival? I was just telling your parents how much I appreciate our... relationship.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He knew exactly what Jungkook was doing—using this dinner to rattle him, to make him lose control in front of his parents.
Kim Namjoon
*Sternly* This rivalry is getting out of hand, Taehyung. Can’t you two find a way to coexist?
Jungkook turned to Namjoon, his voice dripping with false sincerity.
Jeon Jungkook
*Feigning innocence* Oh, Taehyung and I are fine. Isn’t that right, Taehyung?
Taehyung clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He hated how Jungkook was manipulating the situation, how he was turning his own parents against him.
Kim Taehyung
*Through gritted teeth* You’re not welcome here, Jungkook.
Jungkook’s eyes flickered with a hint of satisfaction as he saw the strain in Taehyung’s expression.
Jeon Jungkook
*Smirking* I’m just here to remind you, Taehyung—no matter how much you try, you’ll never get rid of me.
Taehyung’s parents watched the exchange with growing concern. Seokjin placed a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, trying to ease the tension.
Kim Seokjin
*Softly* Don’t let him get to you, Taehyung. He’s not worth it.
In the days that followed, Taehyung threw himself into his work, determined to bounce back from the setback caused by Jungkook’s interference. But his company was suddenly hit by a major setback—one that could only have come from insider knowledge.
The timing was too perfect, too coincidental. Taehyung knew it had to be Jungkook’s doing, but he had no proof. Jungkook was always one step ahead, covering his tracks so well that it was impossible to pin anything on him.
That evening, Taehyung confronted Jungkook at a charity gala, one of the few places where they both had to keep their tempers in check. The ballroom was filled with laughter and clinking glasses, but as soon as Taehyung approached Jungkook, the atmosphere grew tense.
Kim Taehyung
*Coldly* You think you can keep doing this and get away with it?
Jungkook turned to face him, his expression cool and unreadable.
Jeon Jungkook
*Calmly* I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Taehyung’s eyes blazed with fury. He wanted to punch that smug look off Jungkook’s face, but he knew it would only give Jungkook the satisfaction of seeing him lose control.
Kim Taehyung
*Quietly, but with venom* You’ve messed with my company, my family... I won’t let this slide.
Jungkook’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.
Jeon Jungkook
*Softly* Good. I was starting to think you’d lost your edge.
Their eyes locked, the tension between them crackling like electricity. For a moment, neither spoke, the intensity of their rivalry filling the space between them.
Then, without another word, Jungkook turned and walked away, leaving Taehyung standing alone, seething with unresolved anger.
Kim Namjoon
Taehyung’s father (Dad) and business mentor.
Wise, patient, and compassionate.
Kim Seokjin
Taehyung’s Father (Dada)
Warm, nurturing, and understanding. Seokjin is the heart of the Kim family.
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Author
As I promised my someone special that I will continue to write this chat story (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)
It was late, and the city was alive with the sounds of nightlife. Taehyung had just finished a grueling day at the office, the weight of his company’s recent struggles heavy on his shoulders. He was exhausted—physically and mentally—but he couldn’t shake the thought of Jungkook, the man who had turned his life upside down.
As he stepped into a high-end bar, one of his usual haunts, he had no intention of drinking to forget. He was here to think, to strategize his next move against his ruthless rival. But fate had other plans.
He hadn’t been there long when he noticed Jungkook, sitting alone at the far end of the bar. The younger man looked just as worn out, though his posture was relaxed, almost as if he was waiting for something—or someone.
Taehyung hesitated. He knew approaching Jungkook could only lead to trouble, but he couldn’t resist the magnetic force drawing him closer. And so, with a heavy heart and a mind clouded by frustration, he made his way to Jungkook’s side.
Kim Taehyung
*Casually* Drinking alone?
Jungkook glanced at him, his expression unreadable. He didn’t respond immediately, just took a slow sip of his drink before setting the glass down.
Jeon Jungkook
*Quietly* What do you want, Taehyung?
The words were simple, but the tone was loaded with unspoken meaning. Taehyung could feel the weight of the question, and it only made his chest tighten. What did he want? To confront Jungkook? To make him pay for everything he’d done? Or was it something else entirely—something Taehyung wasn’t ready to admit?
Instead of answering, Taehyung ordered a drink and sat down beside Jungkook. The bartender, sensing the tension, wisely kept his distance. They sat in silence for a while, the only sounds being the clinking of ice in their glasses and the soft murmur of conversations around them.
Eventually, the silence became too much, and Taehyung spoke.
Kim Taehyung
*Softly* We don’t have to keep doing this, you know.
Jungkook turned to him, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Jeon Jungkook
*Coldly* Doing what?
Kim Taehyung
*Earnestly* This... back and forth. The sabotage, the games. It’s exhausting.
Jungkook let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.
Jeon Jungkook
*Mockingly* And what? You want us to be friends now? Pretend none of it happened?
Kim Taehyung
*Firmly* No. But we could stop pretending like this is just business.
Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his jaw clenching as he processed what Taehyung had said.
Jeon Jungkook
*Harshly* What exactly are you saying, Taehyung?
Before Taehyung could respond, the tension snapped. Whether it was the alcohol or the weeks of unresolved emotions, something inside both of them gave way. The next thing Taehyung knew, they were stumbling out of the bar, into the night, the city’s lights blurring around them as they hailed a cab.
Neither of them spoke during the ride. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, but neither was willing to break the silence. When they finally arrived at Taehyung’s penthouse, there was no turning back.
The night was a blur of heated kisses, tangled sheets, and raw, unchecked desire. They were both too far gone to think about the consequences—about what this would mean in the morning.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Taehyung woke slowly, his head throbbing and his body aching from the previous night’s activities. For a brief moment, he forgot where he was—forgot who he was with.
But then reality came crashing down as he turned and saw Jungkook lying beside him, his face peaceful in sleep. The events of the night before rushed back, and with them, a wave of regret.
Taehyung sat up carefully, not wanting to wake Jungkook, but the movement stirred him anyway. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, and when he saw Taehyung, his expression immediately hardened.
Jeon Jungkook
*Coldly* What the hell did you do?
The accusation stung, but Taehyung kept his composure.
Kim Taehyung
*Calmly* We both know it wasn’t just me.
Jungkook sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. His gaze was sharp, accusatory.
Jeon Jungkook
*Angrily* You think this changes anything? That's just because we— *he gestured between them* —it means something?
Kim Taehyung
*Quietly* I never said that.
Jungkook’s eyes flashed with anger and something else—something Taehyung couldn’t quite place.
Jeon Jungkook
*Bitterly* You always wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to win, to have the upper hand. Well, congratulations, Taehyung. You got what you wanted.
The accusation hit Taehyung harder than he expected. It wasn’t true—not in the way Jungkook was implying—but he didn’t know how to explain that without making things worse.
Kim Taehyung
*Softly* Jungkook, it wasn’t like that.
But Jungkook was already getting out of bed, pulling on his clothes with quick, angry movements.
Jeon Jungkook
*Sarcastically* Right. It’s never like that with you, is it? Always the victim, always the one who’s ‘misunderstood.’
Taehyung’s chest tightened as he watched Jungkook finish dressing. He wanted to say something, to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. And then, just like that, Jungkook was gone, the door slamming behind him.
Taehyung was left alone......
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