Silent Affair

Part - 4

Pov...

As Jungkook walked away, the sound of his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway, Taehyung's anger reached its boiling point. He could still feel the ghost of Jungkook's kiss lingering on his lips, a sensation that made his skin crawl with irritation. How dare he?

"Jungkook!" Taehyung’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. Jungkook paused mid-step but didn’t turn around immediately, as if debating whether to continue or face the wrath of the man he had just toyed with.

Slowly, Jungkook turned, a smirk still playing at the corners of his lips. “Yes, baby?” he replied, his tone dripping with feigned innocence, as though he hadn’t just kissed Taehyung without his consent.

Taehyung took a step forward, his eyes blazing with fury. “Don’t think for a second that I’m some naive fool who falls for cheap tricks,” he spat, each word laced with venom. “I’ve seen plenty of people like you, trying to climb their way to the top by latching onto someone more powerful. You think I’m impressed? You think I’m just going to fall for this act?”

Jungkook’s smirk widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, Taehyung, you wound me,” he said, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “But let me make one thing clear—I don’t need to climb anywhere. I’m already at the top, and the only reason I’m interested in you is because, for the first time, someone actually caught my eye.”

Taehyung scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “So, what? You expect me to believe that you, the great Jungkook, are genuinely interested in me? Someone you just met? Don’t make me laugh.”

Jungkook’s expression softened slightly, though the playful glint never left his eyes. “You can believe whatever you want, Taehyung,” he said smoothly. “But one thing’s for sure—I don’t chase after things that don’t interest me. And right now, you’ve piqued my interest. Whether you like it or not.”

Before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook closed the distance between them once more. He leaned in, his breath warm against Taehyung’s ear. “But don’t worry,” he whispered, his voice low and tantalizing. “Our little secret is safe with me... for now.”

Then, just as suddenly as he appeared, Jungkook pulled away and turned on his heel, walking away without another word. Taehyung watched him go, his chest heaving with barely controlled rage. He wanted to shout, to storm after Jungkook and put him in his place, but something held him back.

All Taehyung could do was stand there, seething with anger, while the faint echo of Jungkook's footsteps faded into the distance. That last kiss, that smug smile—Jungkook had played him, and Taehyung hated how much it got under his skin.

As the party began to wind down, the energy in the room gradually faded, with guests slowly beginning to disperse. Jungkook, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the evening’s events, decided it was time to make his exit. He scanned the room one last time, noticing that most people were still engaged in their conversations, oblivious to his intentions to leave.

Just as Jungkook was about to head out, he noticed Taehyung re-enter the room, his expression cold and intense, clearly still brooding over their earlier encounter. Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk; he loved how easily he could get under Taehyung’s skin.

Making his way to Jhope, who was chatting with some guests, Jungkook announced, “Hyung, I think I’m going to head home now.”

Jhope looked surprised. “Why so soon? You came with Yoongi, didn’t you?”

Jungkook nodded, feigning exhaustion. “Yeah, but I’m feeling pretty tired. I’ve already called my driver.”

Jhope gave him a nod of understanding. “Alright, take care. Get some rest.”