Reluctant Hearts ✔️

Chapter - 23

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playιng: [love me again] - [Taehyung]

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The days following their heated confrontation were marked by a tense, petty silent treatment between Taehyung and Jungkook. Both refused to acknowledge each other directly, but that didn't mean they weren't actively finding ways to get under each other's skin. It was like an unspoken game—a subtle war of nerves that neither was willing to lose.

Two days after the confrontation, when the initial rage had simmered down into a lingering annoyance, their petty antics truly began. It all started with sticky notes......

One day, Jungkook was sitting on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on his phone when Miss Lee, their housekeeper, approached him cautiously. She hesitated before speaking, 

"Jungkook-ssi," she started softly, nervously playing with the hem of her apron. "I was hoping to take a day off tomorrow... if that's alright."

Jungkook glanced up, his expression indifferent. "You should ask Taehyung about that," he said flatly.

Miss Lee sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I tried, but he comes home late and doesn't pick up his phone. Could you please just... ask him for me?"

Jungkook wanted to refuse, to say it wasn't his problem, but the exhaustion in Miss Lee's eyes made him pause. "Fine," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "I'll tell him."

But when Taehyung wasn't around by the time he got home and Jungkook was in no mood to chase him around, he did the next best thing. He scribbled a short note, ripping it off the pad with more force than necessary, and stuck it on the fridge with a sharp slap. The sticky note read:

"Why won't you grant Miss Lee her day off?"

He didn't bother with pleasantries—Taehyung didn't deserve them right now.

Taehyung returned late that night, his usual suit jacket slung over his shoulder, tie loosened as he dragged his tired body into the kitchen. He reached for a bottle of water, but his hand froze when he spotted the bright yellow note slapped on the fridge door. He peeled it off and squinted at the harsh, jagged handwriting.

Jungkook's tone was unmistakable, rude and annoyed. Taehyung's eyes narrowed, and he let out a frustrated scoff.  He crumpled the note in his fist, muttering to himself. "I already told her she could take a day off whenever she needed it... Wasn't it clear enough?"

Taehyung decided he wouldn't let Jungkook get the last word. He grabbed a new sticky note, furiously scribbling back a reply before slamming it on the fridge right next to where Jungkook's had been.

"If Miss Lee wants a day off, she can take it. I told her already this in front of you. Maybe listen next time instead of sticking notes like a teenager."

The next morning, Jungkook walked into the kitchen, groggy and in desperate need of coffee. His eyes fell on Taehyung's note, and his jaw clenched. The audacity. He snatched the note off the fridge and read it with growing annoyance.

"Seriously?" he muttered, feeling his irritation spike. He crumpled the note, tossing it into the trash with a sharp flick of his wrist, before jotting down his own snarky reply.

"Maybe if you communicated like a normal person, no one would have to play messenger."

He slapped it back onto the fridge, feeling a petty sense of satisfaction. The silent battle continued, escalating in the smallest, most ridiculous ways.