Bathroom
The bathroom was quiet, the soft hum of the lights and the faint sound of the party just beyond the door. Taehyung leaned against the sink, his reflection staring back at him as he let out a slow breath.
A few moments later, the door clicked open
Taehyung didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The sharp, controlled footsteps, the heavy silence that followed—it was Jungkook.
The door clicked shut behind him, and Taehyung raised an eyebrow in the mirror.
Kim Taehyung
Didn't think you’d follow me in here
He said aid, voice teasing but cool.
The air in the bathroom was thick with tension, and the dim light cast shadows over Taehyung's sharp features as he stood in front of the mirror, his eyes focused on his reflection. He hadn’t expected to bump into Jungkook, but now that they were face-to-face, Taehyung couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips.
Jungkook stepped closer, his eyes cold but soft, his usual confidence replaced with something else, something unspoken. His voice was low, almost controlled, but the weight of his words made them hang in the air
Jeon Jungkook
Is that what it took for you to come back, a marriage between me and your sister?
Jungkook’s words were laced with both a taunting smirk and an underlying sadness that Taehyung didn’t miss.
Taehyung turned slightly, his body almost brushing against Jungkook’s as he leaned in, his breath warm against Jungkook’s skin.
Kim Taehyung
Don’t be full of yourself, Jungkook,
Taehyung purred, his voice smooth as velvet
Kim Taehyung
As the news said, I’m simply here for my lover.
Jungkook’s eyes flared at the word lover, his jaw tightening as he fought the surge of anger. He could feel his control slipping, the mention of Taehyung’s relationship with someone else gnawing at him, fueling the frustration building inside him. His gaze dropped to Taehyung’s lips, the unspoken desire still there, but mixed with something darker.
Taehyung leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper.
Kim Taehyung
Well, I doubt anyone would want rumors circulating about me hanging out with my ex-boyfriend, soon-to-be my sister’s husband, in a closed bathroom
Jungkook's jaw clenched, his breathing shallow, but Taehyung could see the temptation in his eyes. Jungkook bit his lip, almost as if fighting the urge to pull Taehyung into his arms
Jeon Jungkook
Fuck Taehyung
Jungkook took another step forward, and before Taehyung could react, he pushed him back onto the sink, the edge cold against Taehyung’s back. Jungkook’s body was between Taehyung’s legs now, his hands gripping the counter as he leaned down, his breath hot against Taehyung’s neck.
He muttered under his breath, before he did the thing Taehyung knew he would—he put his face against Taehyung’s neck.
The contact sent a shiver through Taehyung’s body, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he tilted his head to the side, his voice dripping with mock sweetness
Kim Taehyung
Come on now, Jungkook, don’t be a big baby. After all, this is what you chose.
His fingers slipped through Jungkook’s hair, the motion slow and deliberate, sending a wave of electricity between them.
Jungkook’s hands found their way to Taehyung’s waist, pulling him even closer, the heat between them almost unbearable. He kissed Taehyung’s neck, his lips pressing desperately against the skin, his breath ragged. Taehyung could feel Jungkook’s need, and he almost let himself drown in it. But then, he pulled away from the kiss, his lips curling into a smirk.
Kim Taehyung
Well, I’ve got to head out. I don’t want my boyfriend getting worried about me
He practically purred the word boyfriend, savoring the effect it had on Jungkook.
Jungkook’s grip on Taehyung’s waist tightened, and his eyes narrowed
Jeon Jungkook
You’re really going to rub it in, aren’t you?
His voice was tight, betraying the storm of emotions underneath. But before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook pulled him in, kissing him aggressively, his lips desperate and furious.
Taehyung was taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered, grabbing Jungkook by the hair and pulling his head back, breaking the kiss with a swift motion. He looked Jungkook dead in the eyes, his own smirk never fading.
Kim Taehyung
Sorry, but those lips are no longer yours
His voice was teasing, laced with a dangerous kind of sweetness that only added to the tension between them.
Taehyung gave one last lingering glance in the mirror, his expression unreadable, before he turned and walked out of the bathroom, his hips swaying slightly with each step. He could feel Jungkook’s burning gaze on him as he left, the door clicking shut behind him
Inside the bathroom, Jungkook stood still, fists clenched at his sides. The heat of the moment still clung to him, and with a frustrated groan, he punched the sink
Cursed, his voice rough. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his expression dark and determined.
Jeon Jungkook
Just wait, Taehyung. I’ll have you back.
Taehyung walked out of the bathroom, his mind still lingering on the heated exchange with Jungkook. As he turned the corner, he bumped into someone. His eyes flickered up, and he smirked when he saw who it was
Kim Taehyung
Oh hana are you looking for someone
Taehyung said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness, but his eyes held a different kind of sharpness, a knowing glint
Hana’s jaw tightened, and she clenched her teeth, her posture rigid
Hana
None of your business
She snapped, pushing past him. Her shoulder brushed against Taehyung’s, hitting him harder than necessary as she walked by.
Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, his smirk still in place as he casually adjusted his outfit, watching her retreat down the hallway.
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