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Hoseok hesitated outside Taehyung’s door, his knuckles brushing against the wood as he prepared to knock. Something had been off with Taehyung during lunch—an unspoken tension that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. Taehyung’s irritation had been palpable, his usual light-hearted demeanor replaced by something much darker. Hoseok couldn’t ignore it.
He knocked softly. A quiet voice responded from inside, "Come in."
Hoseok pushed the door open and stepped inside, taking in Taehyung’s room for the first time. The space was a perfect reflection of Taehyung’s unique personality—an eclectic mix of modern sophistication and vintage charm. The walls were painted a deep shade of charcoal, making the room feel intimate and cocoon-like. A large, four-poster bed dominated the space, draped with sheer, flowing curtains that gave it a dreamy, ethereal quality. The bedding was a mix of dark velvet and soft satin, inviting yet luxurious. Art pieces were scattered across the walls—black-and-white photographs, abstract paintings, and a few framed sketches. A collection of vinyl records and a record player sat on a low table near the window, where floor-to-ceiling curtains let in a soft, muted light. The entire room was an extension of Taehyung’s aesthetic: elegant, mysterious, and a little whimsical.
Taehyung was lying on the bed, legs propped up as he typed away on his laptop. He didn’t look up when Hoseok entered. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice detached.
Hoseok swallowed nervously, closing the door behind him. "I wanted to check on you. You seemed... off during lunch."
Taehyung sighed, closing his laptop with a click and setting it on the bedside table. Finally, he looked at Hoseok, but his gaze was distant. "Nothing’s wrong with me," he said flatly.
Hoseok rolled his eyes, his concern edging into frustration. "Don’t lie to me, Tae. I’m not blind—I can see something’s bothering you." He hesitated before adding, with a teasing lilt, "Are you jealous or something?"
Taehyung’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. "If you don’t have anything better to say, just get out."
Hoseok frowned, taken aback by the harshness in Taehyung’s tone. But he wasn’t about to be brushed off so easily. He crossed his arms and stood his ground. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on, Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s eyes flashed with anger as he abruptly stood from the bed, crossing the space between them in quick strides. Before Hoseok could react, Taehyung grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him close. “You really want to know what’s wrong?” Taehyung’s voice was a low growl, the anger in his eyes burning. “It’s because you willingly gave yourself to Jungkook.”
Hoseok’s mouth fell open in shock, but Taehyung didn’t give him a chance to respond.
“I wanted you that night,” Taehyung spat out, his voice rising with each word. “I wanted to be the one to have you, to make you mine willingly. But you… you remembered your past and ran away from me. Yet when it came to Jungkook, you spread your legs like the slut you are.”
The words cut through Hoseok like a knife, his heart pounding in his chest. He hissed in anger, shoving Taehyung away from him. “You’re an asshole,” Hoseok snapped. “I’m not some object for you to claim. And you all are the reason I’m so traumatized and broken in the first place. Don’t you ever call me a slut again.”
The room was thick with tension, the air crackling with the intensity of their emotions. Taehyung’s expression shifted as he realized the weight of his words, his anger melting away to reveal regret. His hands trembled as he reached for Hoseok, pulling him into a tight embrace.

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