The room smelled like sweat and sex and too much emotion. The sheets were twisted. Jungkook’s arms were tight around Taehyung like he was afraid he might vanish if he let go.
Taehyung’s voice was rough from moaning and half-cracked from the weight of what just happened.
Kim Taehyung
That... wasn’t just hate, was it?
Jungkook didn’t answer right away. He shifted a little, nuzzled his nose into the back of Taehyung’s neck.
Jeon JungKook
No,
He finally admitted.
Jeon JungKook
It hasn’t been just hate in a long time.
Taehyung blinked slowly at the ceiling.
Kim Taehyung
So what is it then?
Jungkook sighed.
Jeon JungKook
Obsession. Want. Maybe... everything.
Taehyung turned to face him, eyes searching.
Kim Taehyung
You’re bad at saying how you feel.
Jeon JungKook
I just fucked you like I’ve wanted to since last year,
Jungkook muttered.
Jeon JungKook
That’s not subtle.
Kim Taehyung
It’s not the same as saying it.
Jungkook frowned
Jeon JungKook
Fine. I think I like you. A lot. Even when you’re a cocky bastard who steals my hoodies and makes me want to throw you off a balcony.
Taehyung smiled.
Kim Taehyung
You do like me.
Jeon JungKook
Unfortunately.
Taehyung kissed him, slow and soft—no teeth this time, just lips pressed together in a way that made both of them forget everything outside that bed.
Kim Taehyung
I hate how much I like you
Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook rolled his eyes but pulled him closer.
Jeon JungKook
You’ll live. Now go to sleep.
Kim Taehyung
Can’t. Your dick rearranged my spine.
Jeon JungKook
I’ll take that as a compliment.
Taehyung grinned against his chest.
And for the first time since they met—since the constant bickering and dirty looks and silent tension—they slept touching. No space left between them.
Not enemies anymore.
Not quite lovers.
But something real.
And maybe, in that tangled mess of limbs and pride and heated skin...
They were finally home.
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