Busan Express [Taekook]

55. Casanova's den

As they neared the end of their adventurous day, Jimin assumed they were heading toward a hotel where he could stay for his time in Seoul. But as the car pulled into an upscale, ultra-modern neighborhood, he immediately felt a sinking sensation in his gut.

"This doesn’t look like a hotel, Tae," Jimin remarked suspiciously, peering around at the fancy high-rises. His eyes widened, realizing they had arrived at an exclusive residential area.

Taehyung hummed nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact as he parked the car. “What makes you think that?” he asked innocently, though the playful grin on his face said otherwise.

Jimin’s suspicion grew. “Tae… You didn’t book me a hotel, did you?”

With a smirk, Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s luggage from the trunk and started pulling Jimin by the wrist toward the building’s entrance. “Why would I do that when you could stay with me and Kookie?”

Jimin groaned loudly, slapping his forehead as if he’d just realized the gravest of mistakes. “I knew it! You tricked me, Tae! I should’ve known you wouldn’t let me stay in a hotel! But I am not staying with you two lovebirds, okay? I refuse to be a third wheel.”

Taehyung grinned wickedly, unbothered by Jimin’s protests, as he continued to drag him down the sleek hallway of the penthouse floor. “Well, tough luck! It’s too late to back out now,” he sing-songed. “Besides, Jiminie, I missed you! It’ll be fun. Just like old times, remember?”

Jimin grumbled under his breath, not entirely buying the sweet words as they neared the door. “More like ‘old times’ with added trauma from watching you and Jungkook eat each other’s faces…”

Taehyung dragged Jimin into the sleek elevator, the soft chime signaling their ascent to the penthouse floor. Despite the luxurious surroundings, Jimin’s mood was anything but pleasant.

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival. Jimin tried to dig his heels into the polished floor, but Taehyung had a firm grip on his wrist, practically dragging him toward the front door. “Stop being dramatic! It’ll be fun. And, hey, think of it as a training session. If you'll be here, it'll be easier for you to teach me some tips.” He said and rang the doorbell.

Before Jimin could again start his rant, the door swung open, and Jungkook stood there, his eyes instantly locking onto Taehyung. 

And then—time stopped.

Jungkook's breath faltered as his gaze fell on the figure before him. His heart all but seized in his chest, every thought evaporating from his mind as he took in Taehyung's appearance. Taehyung stood there, his newly blonde hair cascading like golden silk under the soft lighting, framing his ethereal features with a halo-like glow. He looked almost otherworldly, an angel descended from the heavens, too perfect, too beautiful to belong to the mortal realm.

Jungkook’s heart slammed against his ribs, thundering in a rhythm he could no longer control. It was like seeing Taehyung for the first time, but even more devastatingly beautiful, more breathtaking than his mind could have possibly prepared him for. 

God, he looks stunning.

His lips parted, but no words came out. He didn’t even realize his feet had moved, didn’t register the moment he crossed the small space between them, his hands lifting as if guided by some invisible force, cupping Taehyung’s face with reverence.

It was instinctive—a magnetic pull too strong to resist. Before his mind could catch up with his actions, his lips were on Taehyung’s, soft and slow, drinking in the warmth and sweetness that was uniquely him. The kiss was tender and unhurried.