Rain hammered against the empty hallway as Jungkook stepped inside the abandoned art studio Taehyung had told him to come to. His heartbeat was too loud, too fast—he hated that Taehyung could make him feel so unsteady even before he appeared.
The lights flickered once, then Taehyung’s voice cut through the silence.
“You’re late.”
Jungkook turned. Taehyung leaned against a cracked window, black shirt rolled to the elbows, jaw set, eyes sharp enough to cut through the dark. The kind of calm that wasn’t calm at all—controlled danger wrapped in silk.
“You said this was important,” Jungkook replied.
“It is.”
Taehyung stepped closer, each footstep deliberate. “You keep running from things you feel. From me.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched. “I’m not running.”
Taehyung stopped in front of him, close enough that Jungkook could smell paint, rain, and something warm—Taehyung. “You are. And you know what I hate the most?” His fingers brushed Jungkook’s jaw lightly, almost tender. “Cowards who lie to themselves.”
Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s wrist, holding it tight. “I’m not a coward.”
“Then prove it.”
Taehyung’s eyes glittered. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
Silence stretched. Rain deepened. Jungkook’s throat constricted—he couldn’t lie, not when Taehyung was looking at him like he had already taken apart every defense he had.
“I can’t,” Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung’s smirk vanished. His voice dropped to something softer but more dangerous. “Good. Because I’m done waiting.”
He pulled Jungkook closer, lips brushing just enough to shake the air out of both of them. But before the kiss deepened, Taehyung stopped.
“There’s one last door you need to walk through,” he murmured. “If you leave now, we stay nothing. If you stay… you’re mine. Fully. No running again.”
Jungkook stared at him—the challenge, the promise, the warning. And then he stepped forward, closing the distance, choosing him.
Taehyung’s hand slid behind Jungkook’s neck. This time he kissed him fully—slow, claiming, certain. A kiss that felt like the doorway itself closing behind them.
When they pulled apart, breathless, Jungkook whispered:
“I’m not leaving.”
Taehyung smiled—dangerous, satisfied, almost gentle.
“Good,” he said. “Because now the story really begins.”
And the door clicked shut.
—THE END—
