Evil In HIS Love~ [TAEKOOK] part: 18

part: 18

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Taehyung

I love everything about you… because I love you.

Jungkook fell silent.

Taehyung

Why are you quiet? I know you don’t love me… You love Rose, don’t you?

Jungkook

Maybe. But Tae, do you know? A woman who doesn’t understand a man’s pride, doesn’t understand love, and fails to see the pain in his eyes… she is a failure as a woman.

Taehyung

Hmm… I get it now.

Jungkook smirked sarcastically. He knew exactly what Tae thought he understood.

Jungkook

Don’t ever wear my T-shirt again. Understood?

Taehyung

But why?

Jungkook said nothing, simply closed his eyes.

Tae noticed Jungkook’s phone screen lighting up. He picked it up to hand it over but then saw the caller ID—Rose.

Tae smirked devilishly. Instead of rejecting the call, he answered it. He placed the phone under the pillow, turned Jungkook’s face toward him, and started kissing him passionately. He let out intentional noises, knowing Jungkook would think it was just a reaction to his touch.

On the other end, Rose heard everything and immediately hung up in anger.

Tae saw the call disconnect and grinned triumphantly. He remembered how much pain Rose’s comment had caused him that day, how the whole internet had been in an uproar over it. But today, he had made one thing clear—Jungkook belonged only to him.

Taehyung

Hihihi~

Jungkook noticed him smiling to himself.

Jungkook

What’s so funny?

Taehyung

Nothing. Let me go freshen up. What do you want to eat?

Jungkook

Something light… and coffee.

Saying that, he lay back down

As Tae entered the washroom, Jungkook leaned against his pillow, unlocked his phone, and saw Rose’s missed call. He glanced at the call time and understood everything.

A small smirk appeared on his lips. Tae’s antics…

When Tae left the washroom and headed to the kitchen, Jungkook got up and picked up the T-shirt Tae had worn. Carefully, he folded it and placed it in a drawer, locking it securely.

Jungkook

My feelings for you are just like the things in this drawer—hidden, but deeply cherished.

To be continued