“Flash Point”
The shoot was set in an industrial loft overlooking the Han River—glass ceilings, exposed brick, dim natural light pouring in like silk.
Jungkook arrived early. Not because he was eager, but because he wanted to own the space before Taehyung did.
He wore black slacks, an open silk shirt, no undershirt. His tattoos peeked out like secrets and sin.
Photographers were already setting up. Minseo greeted him with a coffee and a smirk.
Lee min seo
Try not to make the interns faint today.
Jungkook rolled his eyes.
Jeon jungkook
Tell them not to stare.
Lee min seo
But not at you.
Lee min seo
He’s already here.
Jungkook turned—and there he was.
Black turtleneck. Blazer thrown over one shoulder. Hair styled to perfection. Watching him from across the room like he owned it
He didn’t blink.
Neither did Jungkook.
The shoot began without words.
Jungkook moved through poses like water—smooth, lethal, teasing. He knew how to flirt with a lens. He was the lens.
But it wasn’t the camera he was performing for.
It was him—standing behind the monitor, arms folded, eyes sharp, lips unreadable.
Taehyung didn’t say a word. But every time Jungkook’s shirt shifted to reveal skin, he watched. Every smirk, every clench of jaw, every pause before Jungkook moved—he caught it.
The tension hit its peak when the creative director asked for one final shot:
> “Jungkook—drop the shirt. Go bare. Just the pants.”
No reaction. No hesitation.
Jungkook slid the silk off his shoulders and let it fall.
The room went still. Every assistant pretended not to look.
His expression didn’t change—but his hand curled slightly into a fist.
He smiled—just barely. Just enough.
One shutter click.
Then another.
Then—
kim taehyung
That’s enough.
Taehyung’s voice cut in. Sharp. Final.
The director looked confused. “But we just started—”
kim taehyung
I said enough.
Taehyung’s eyes never left Jungkook.
Jungkook didn’t move. Bare chest, steady breath, mouth slightly parted in challenge.
Jeon jungkook
You can’t handle this?
He said under his breath, too quiet for anyone else.
Taehyung stepped forward, slowly.
Jeon jungkook
You want to.
Jungkook replied, leaning in just a little.
Jeon jungkook
But wanting and having? That’s not the same thing.
Their faces were inches apart now. No camera dared click.
Taehyung’s lips twitched.
kim taehyung
Then let’s see who gets what they want.
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